Interlude Paradigm Shift (Pt. 2)

Interlude Paradigm Shift (Pt. 2)

Sound. A quiet sound was playing. Cara watched. This had all the hallmarks of a real story from Earth. A gentle song, without vocals, somehow managing to be uplifting and sad.

The half-Elf was the narrator. Sometimes he walked through the scenes playing on the orbs, other times playing the omniscient narrator. His spells conjured each scene real to life, though, with a degree of accuracy that made ittoo real. Put movies to shame because it had tiny details from memory that were different from dramatic recreations, or too-polished sets and actors.

This is how he began.

The boy known as Perril Chandler was known not as some great talent, or the myth he would eventually become. He was born to, as his name indicates, a family of [Chandlers]. A humble family, who made their living in the Kingdom of Silvaria. A Kingdom of Terandria which lives on only in memory. Even the land that used to hold the kingdom is broken and desolate. It lies herebetween Pheislant and Gaiil-Drome, a coastal kingdom, southern, small, but dignified.

A map of Terandria appeared on screen, and the view zoomed down, revealing that the map was actually the continent from afar. A narrow, vertical nation became expansive, and kept zooming, revealing a landscape bordered by the coast, reaching up to the mountains and bordering the larger forest nation of Gaiil-Drome and Pheislant, dizzyingly zooming in until it reached a northern city, further down, towards a boy helping to carefully put candles in a wooden box.

Wax candles. A [Chandler]s job. The young boy rose, manfully lifting the box and placing it with a stack.

Eldavin watched, face serene and sorrowful. He reached out, and the image stopped.

Perril Chandlers father and mother had the same class. He was one of three children, an older sister and a younger brother.

Images appeared, showing a father and mother working to render candles out of tallow, keeping back from the bubbling pot, the boy playing with girl and boy.

Perril Chandlers younger life was relatively uneventful as far as I know. What I do know is that as a boy, he was so outstanding with magical potential that it manifested even before training. The first incident was where he accidentally set his parents shop on fire.

Flame, shooting up from the boys hands. A scene of his family fleeing the burning shop, a bucket brigade tossing water on the shop. A hung head, tears from the family.

However, his misfortune was a blessing in disguise, for the nation of Silvaria watched for talent such as his, and the [High Mage] of his city herself discovered Perrils potential. She personally took him as an apprentice, to the astonishment and delight of his parents.

Perril, waving to his family. Departing, following the woman in shimmering robes. Eldavin continued.

You see, Silvaria was a growing nation at this time. It, like many nations, had existed since the days of the Hundred Families as one of the smaller kingdoms, sometimes vassalized, or conquered, but then rising and growing from the original kingdom. Like Ailendamus, in fact, whose rise over the last seventy years and two monarchs has been nothing but meteoric.

The map changed, showing how Ailendamus had not been more than a tiny kingdom by a different name seventy years back.

Thus, Perril Chandler did not travel to Wistram Academy to learn, but learned from the [High Mage] Insica herself. He proved to be an apt and resourceful pupil, whose talents allowed him to master a number of spells as high as Tier 3 before he was sixteen. However, he would show his true potential in an invasion of Goblins when a Goblin Chieftain threatened to overrun the city.

The image cut to Goblins storming the walls, throwing up crude ladders as magic and arrows harried the defenders. Insica exchanged magical fire from her tower with a grinning [Shaman]. Perril Chandler fought in the streets, casting spells, throwing back Goblins. Thenhe and the Humans fighting in a desperate line fell back. A running man fell, gutted from behind by a spear. He dropped something.

A rapier. The exhausted young man of sixteen snatched it up. He saw a Hobgoblin charging at him and put up the sword. By luck, he ran the Goblin through.

Eldavin stepped out of the frozen scene as the Hobgoblin fell. He reached out, and slowly closed the Hobgoblins eyes. A peaceful look on the Goblins face. Eldavin regarded the warrior for a second and shook his head, turning back to the young man.

It was then that the young Perril Chandler discovered his talent with the blade, which would become a passion for the rest of his life. He survived the battle, although his master, Insica, was wounded beyond the ability of [Healers] to aid. She was rendered immobile, relying on her young apprentice as her strength failed.

Magical burns, a bed-ridden woman, then turning to one hovering in a chair, grasping at objects Perril anxiously handed her.

The audience watched the story play out. Many spellbound, but not all. Not all in silence.

What is going on in Wistram? Stop the broadcast!

Chaldion of Pallass snapped, his good eye flashing furiously. He turned to the [Mage] who was frantically sending [Message] spells off. The [Strategist] did not like this one bit.

Nor did a number of Drakes, hammering on the door along with the regular scrying crew. Yet not even Feor could figure out how Eldavin had locked the door. They were beginning to debate blasting it open.

Flos Reimarch just watched quietly, sitting cross-legged in his tent with Teres.

In Wistram, Trey Atwood watched with his first-year friends.

Terandrian Kingdoms were in uproar. Many sending just as many [Messages] about this unexpected broadcast. However, they still watched. Earl Altestiel sat in the pouring rain that had engulfed his estates since his return, watching with the blankets over his head.

Azkerash himself found his hand shaking. He reached out, whispering.

Insica.

He whispered her name, and his fingers brushed the glass orb, as if trying to reach back, touch her, take the quavering womans hands as the much younger boy held it. She gasped, her head fell back

The image vanished, replaced by a young man with his head bowed.

Perril Chandler succeeded his master, inheriting some of her possessions and will. Yet he was untutored. With the threat of the Goblin Chieftain and a war with Pheislant distracting the army and as yet, young [King] of Silvaria from raising aid for his city, Perril Chandler searched through spellbooks for knowledge that could help defeat the Goblins. It was then, as the dead of both sides rose, that he discovered his greatest talent. Necromancy.

A body, a shambling corpse, a zombie walked towards some Humans holding spears. It opened its mouth, waving rotten handsthen stopped. Its eyes flickered; then the glowing eyes closed. The zombie turned, obediently stood as the Humans put up their spears.

Perril, panting, held out a hand. The single zombie was joined by more shambling corpses, a skeleton. They moved towards Goblins who backed up, disappeared back towards the mountains, wary.

Eldavin again. He sat there, on a rock, watching the Goblins pass. He looked at the viewers, as if hearing the angry Drakes and Terandrian Humans. He was watching the [Messages] come in; they appeared like a shower of words, sleeting past him and vanishing.

I see some viewers object to the sight of necromancy. However, the school of magic was accepted in those days. It still is in many places in the world. From Baleros to Chandrar, only Izril and Terandria have truly outlawed it, for reasons which may be understandable as we continue. However, Rhir keeps [Necromancer] corps. If you would cast your objections, perhaps place them with the Blighted King first. Necromancy is just a kind of magic. Blood magic, fire magic, healing; if there is evil, it is always in how it is wielded.

He dismissed the [Messages] with a wave of the hand. Pisces sat there, listening intently, opening and closing his hand, his eyes distant and hungry. Ceria looked at him, and at the [Grand Magus] sitting, standing in Wistram Academy where they too had once been.

Where were you when we were there?

Perril Chandler began to teach himself magic, as many [Necromancers] do, experimenting, and at the same time, learning the art of the sword, practicing fencing. Before he had turned eighteen, he had been awarded a silver bell by the resident [Fencers] in the city, an accomplishment as rare and indicative of as much talent as the King of Duels so often spoken of, or his daughter, the Arbiter Queen, Jecaina of Jecrass. However, he was young, as yet inexperienced, and certainly unknown outside of his city. By contrast, the Drake who would one day become his best friend had a far more typical childhood.

Perril became Zelkyr, his tail slightly longer than average, even clumsy on his feet. His scales were a bright orange. Before the audience could react to Eldavins last statement, the young Drake produced a wand. He stood in class, listening to a teacher.

Zelkyr was born in Fissival, the City of Magic. Like all Drakes, he was tested and admitted into their Scholarium at a young age. He was a good pupilif unruly.

Zelkyr, shoving other Drakes as he ran down the hallways, playing pranks on a female Gnoll in robes, who yelped and ran to tell a teacher.

What in the name of flaming fur?

Krshia traded a glance with her sister and the other Gnolls watching. They hadnt missed that. Eldavin didnt even seem to notice the image.

Zelkyrs talents were manifestly apparent from the start. He was a below-average elementalist, and was noticeably deficient in casting most spells. He had a lisp, which, despite being corrected later on, impeded his direct combat abilities. To make up for that, he was exceptionally talented at craftsmanship, having studied metallurgy, pottery, weaving, and any number of crafts later on.

Zelkyr had a lisp?

[Mages] stopped and blinked at the orb. Cognita passed by, ignoring them, not understanding why a few were staring at her. She only stopped when a young Drake began speaking.

The wily Wyvern waves a wing whenever it wanths.

He messed up on the last word, clearly reciting with effort. The young Drake flushed. Cognitaslowlyturned. Her eyes went round.

His inability to become a [Battlemage] was always a sore point with Zelkyr and may have led to what came next. Despite being tested and taught as an [Artificer], he was eventually expelled at the age of fourteen for pranks, which later became unruly conduct. And theft. Zelkyr left the City of Magic, but used his limited fortune to apply for Wistram Academys apprenticeship. He passed, despite his record, due to the rivalry that exists between both schools even now.

The images of Zelkyr playing the inciting prank that got him expelled, which was dumping buckets of ice cubes on a group of Gnoll teachers he clearly disliked, then standing before a tribunal whilst a clearly-stolen wand was presented and leaving the city in disgrace, flickered across the screen.

Olesm nearly passed out. Mainly because hed stopped breathing during watching this. This? This was beyond sacrilege. Not that hed known much about Zelkyrs past, but this? Sserys was the recent hero, but Zelkyr?

Zelkyr studied at Wistram for the rest of his magical career, having learned his lesson from his expulsion from Fissival. He quickly took to creating Golems, which at the time, was popular in Wistram. His first Golems were creative and original, unlike the standard, humanoid constructs. Even now, they indicate his burgeoning genius, held only back by his knowledge and technique.

Little, playful Golems paraded past an older Zelkyr, about sixteen, presenting a Golem whose entire body was made up of what looked to Trey like pistons. The iron-golem extended, rather than moved limbs, walking like some primitive steampunk creation.

Another Golem rolled around like an egg, then opened to reveal a shining core and muddy interior. Yet another was a finely-carved bird, made of wood, which fluttered its wings and hopped, but could not fly as only the wings and legs were jointed, the rest of the body solid wood.

Zelkyr developed a reputation as a fine Golem-maker of curios, which he eventually became, graduating from Wistram but often returning to the academy where his connections and materials let him sell toy Golems, and occasionally, battle-types. His life was rather unremarkable until he turned twenty-four, which brings us back to Perril Chandler, who by that point had joined Silvarias army in war.

Perril Chandler nervously bowed to a [Knight-Commander], a rapier at his side and silver bell. He wore robes, and demonstrated raising a few zombies to the [Knight]s distaste.

Pheislant was winning the war with Silvaria. The mighty naval nations fleets had blockaded both major port cities, and their armies were winning ground victories as well. It was as Silvaria grew desperate, their young [King], King Redoris, enters our story. He was only twenty six at the time, barely older than Perril himself, and several strategic blunders by his [Strategists] had left his nation in danger of being conquered and vassalized.

A young [King], restless, holding the sword at his waist, appeared, sitting on the throne, looking down at his [Generals] who were speaking to him, pointing to maps. Then Perril.

Perril Chandler enlisted in the army, perhaps due to need, perhaps a lack of funds or purely national pride. It was to prove to be a fine decision, as despite his inexperience, his ability to conjure undead led the division he was assigned to win battles, with lower casualties. Not only that; the young Perril bested three [Fencers] in battle, all of whom bore silver bells. He was soon promoted, although he never took formal soldier classes to my knowledge.

Perril bowed again before the [Knight-Commander], who now clasped his shoulder warmly. Eldavin smiled, as Perril sketched a bow, cheeks flushed, with all of a young mans pride held in check by modesty.

It was then he drew the attention of King Redoris. At twenty four, he was invited to the royal court to receive a prize for his valor in battle. Pheislant had signed a punitive peace treaty, but King Redoris had little choice but to acquiesce; northern aggression was threatening the Dawn Concordat and by effect, Silvaria, although it was not a formal member but an occasional ally.

More clashes from the north, a tired [King]. But thena smile on his face of genuine good humor, exclaiming as he shook Perrils hands. [Knights], [Courtiers], a royal court in which the young [Necromancer] stood, somewhat bewildered, until the [King] personally introduced him, winning him the favor of all present.

It was at this time when Perril Chandler met two of the four most important people in his life. Zelkyr was one, but that would only occur later. King Redoris was, of course, one of the four. The second was Lady Bea Zanrel, a beautiful [Lady] of Silvarias court, who had proven willing to fight in defense of her Kingdom.

She did not look suited to the armor she wore as the young King Redoris gently tapped her shoulder with a blade, making a jest that made the court laugh. The young Bea flushed with embarrassment.

Yet Perril did not laugh, kneeling to receive the honorary knighthood as well. Bea saw that, her eyes flicking down. Redoris stared at her, a bit chagrined by the embarrassment hed caused. His eyes lingered on Bea in an unmistakable way for anyone who knew stories.

Bea. Bea is that?

Venitra looked from Bea toher masters face was frozen. His hands clenched as he looked at Redoris. At

Bea touched her face, and then looked at the woman, who had all the mortal beauty, younger. Beas rotted featuresToren looked at the scrying orb.

This was good storytelling, he decided.

Perril and Bea danced. She was teasing the younger [Necromancer], unwarrantedly clumsy, yet the two then talked, seriously, about the war, faces turning grave, Bea shaking her head, gesturing at Perrils wand and rapier.

The two would become great friends. In fact, it was the young Lady Bea who later sponsored Perril Chandler to study at Wistram as a higher-year student for three years, despite being considered too old and self-taught. Whether the two had a relationship is unknown, but King Redoris, Lady Bea, and the knighted Sir Perril Chandler, similar in age, would eventually grow to have enduring friendships. Of course, it was at Wistram that Perril Chandler first met Zelkyr Amerwing.

There they were. Cognita bent, and Elena and the other Earthers moved out of the way. She saw two young men, in their mid-twenties, meeting at one of the innumerable [Mage] parties. They stared at each other as Zelkyr, laughing, exuberant, a party-animal, made a comment.

Perril Chandler, who had been studying all-night in some of the scenes, somewhat aloof, but respectfully taking lessons, turned his head. In the silent drama, broken only by Eldavins voice and the background music, Perril Chandler shook his head. He put his hand on his rapier.

Zelkyr snorted. Repeated himself.

Perril Chandler calmly drew his rapier and aimed it at Zelkyr.

Eldavin appeared between the recoiling Zelkyr and Perril. His face and tone were dry.

The first meeting between the two was not harmonious. Zelkyr, a staunch supporter of Drakes despite his fraught relationship with his city, made a derisive comment about Terandrian Kingdoms, to go by stories at the time. Perril Chandler took offense and challenged him to a duel. The results were about as you expect.

Eldavin didnt even bother showing the duel, just the outcome. Zelkyr staring up at Perril Chandler pointing his rapier at his face, wand lying on the floor.

The two did not see much of each other aside from this one disharmonious meeting. Zelkyr was a fully-fledged [Mage], now earning a reputation for making battle-suitable Golems. Perril Chandler expedited his studies and returned to Silvaria. They did not meet for two more years.

Eldavin stood over a map of the world, flicking his fingers.

Now, during this time, aside from conflicts in Terandria, Izril itself was in a state of joint wars between north and southand Baleros. The Naga companies had invaded and actually taken ground on Izril, and the Drakes found themselves fighting both Human and Lizardfolk armies. Typically, they did not ask for aid from the Gnoll tribes, and Zelkyr himself began selling his now somewhat famous Battle Golems to the cities.

Marching, carved warriors, some Human, others Gnolls, or, most often Drakes, in ceramic, wood, then, later, steel, bronze, iron, and so on, swung huge fists, punching enemy [Soldiers]. A nimble ceramic-Golem aimed a bow and actually loosed an arrow. Yet a third Golem just spewed fire as it advanced, like an Oldblood Drake.

Zelkyr was by now an acclaimed [Golem Artificer], and his aspirations were clearly taking him even higher. He desired to create more powerful Golems, even the fabled Sentient-class Golems. It is obvious in journals and notes that his greatest desire was that of a perfect servant. Hence, he would never go anywhere without a personal Golem bodyguard or two.

Marching Golems, first crude, then imperious, decorated and carefully attired, sometimes in actual armor, accompanied Zelkyr as he strode around, talking to [Merchants], other leaders, fellow [Mages].

Sometimes just his height, other times huge, imposing. In Eldavins historical retelling, another fact was made obvious to viewers too.

Femithain of Illivere saw the Golems, at first, androgynous because they lacked features, slowly take on a noticeably feminine cast. Not only that, a few bad attempts at faces quickly resolved into beautiful features. The Magus-Crafter also noticedall the female Golems soon became females of different species.

Minotaur, Human, Gnoll, Centaurnever Drake. Eldavin eyed one that almost looked like a primitive Cognita. Speaking of whichthe Truestone Golem never took her eyes off that one.

It was as the Drakes grew increasingly desperate to repel the Nagas that Zelkyr created his first Sentient-class Golem. In doing so, he joined around a dozen of his kind who had mastered the technique and was soon in a race to reach higher peaks still. Nevertheless, a dive into the mechanics of Golem-creation is too distracting here. All you need know is that his first Golem was capable of casting Tier 1-3 spells, magically reinforced, made of steel, and capable of taking her own action on the battlefield. She was the culmination of Zelkyrs talent. He called herCognita.

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Eldavin! Get out of there! What are you doing?

Viltach hammered on the door. He was thrust aside by an angry hand.

Get back!

One of the Fissival Drakes had had enough. Angry [Message] spells were ringing around Wistram, and as many people wanting to keep the broadcast going. No one could override the scrying spells! Eldavin had control.

The door remained locked. Now, the Drake [Battlemage] pointed at it.

[Lightning Bolt]!

Viltach was lucky. Hed put up a barrier spell just in time to watch the bolt bounce. The Drake [Mage] went flying and everyone dove for cover. They got up, shakily.

What in the name of the Ancestors did he put on that door?

The [Mages] looked at each other. The rest of the viewers were spellbound, watching.

Azkerash, the King of Destruction, countless Drakes and Humans, for all they shouted and raged.

Pisces, lips moving as he practically recited the tale himself, seeing where his learning and legend had created false stories. Eldavin walked past Zelkyr, crowing and showing Cognita off as the impassive Golem bowed to other Drakes.

It was as Zelkyr achieved Sentient-class that he decided to participate in the Naga Incursions, as the war would become known, perhaps overconfident in his abilities. He joined a Fissival army and entered the campaign. However, the army quickly became separated from the main forces, fighting amid Naga lightning-strikes and unfavorable terrain created by their spellcasters.

Zelkyr, shooting spells from a wand behind ranks of Golems and grim Drakes, flinching as Nagas of various kinds and Lizardfolk assailed the Drakes, skirmishing in and out, striking in the muddy terrain, fleeing by darkness.

Golems fell, broken, as Zelkyrs finest creation, Cognita, impassively protected him. The Drake detachment grew desperate, fighting, cut off behind the enemy front lines. Lizardfolk closed in, wearing them down.

Medusae, who froze Drake [Soldiers] in time for Gorgons to lunge in and cut them down. Four-armed Naga variants, leaping Quexals, overwhelming the static Drakes and forcing more retreats. Eldavin nodded to Zelkyr, frozen in the act of casting a spell, face desperate.

Only Zelkyrs Golems let this weary force survive, immune to Medusaes eyes and many attacks. However, his Golems could not fight forever and his entire detachment was in danger of being wiped out. That is, of course, where Perril Chandler re-enters the narrative, unexpectedly.

Zelkyr and some Drakes were huddled around a fire as the Cognita-golem clumsily tried to stir a pot of what might have been grass and boiling boot leather. Something made Zelkyr stir, lifting a wand over muddy blankets. He stopped. Blinked, and rose uncertainly as a young man wearing armor rather than robes stepped forwards, looking just as surprised.

Perril Chandler had become a mercenary, perhaps out of desire to improve; most likely due to a desire to provide for his family after incurring debts from studying at Wistram. Necromancy was not, at this point, as widely-sought after as Golem creation, but he had toured battlefields with great acclaim. It is a mark of the Drakes desperation that non-Drakes were hired for the Naga Incursions. He was leading a strike against Nagas and similarly cut off by their enveloping hit-and-run strategies when his company found Zelkyrs.

The two [Mages] stood, wary at first, until the Cognita Golem stuck a huge hand out. Perril took it, bowed, uncertainly, and looked at Zelkyr. The Drake and young man burst out laughing, and began talking in earnest. Eldavin as always, appeared.

It was at this point when the first tales of the twos prowess in battle were established. And, as luck would have it, we may desist with recreation and actually show scenes from the war itself.

Sound joined imagery. The viewpoint changed, becoming a [Scrying] spell from above, as of some lazy Dragon or whatnot watching a battle with urbane amusement. Yet the battle was clear; ranks of numerous Lizardfolk led by imperious Nagas of different types, clashing with a Drake army with some Human irregulars.

And losing. At first, the eager Lizardfolk charged, overconfidently skirmishing with the tired Drake lines. Then they drew back. A Medusa opened her eyes, freezing the Drakes and leaving them as open t

A Golem smashed through the lines of foes, charging through the tiny figures. Just as fast, a second group led by a [Mage] with a sword charged in, ignoring the paralysis glare.

Undead. They threw themselves mercilessly against the Lizardfolk army, and the Golem and [Necromancer] took down the Medusa, cutting through the enemy lines as the Drakes, led by a certain [Mage] in robes, albeit from the back, pressed the Lizardfolk back.

The two [Mages] found their talents allied nicely. The mass undead of Perril Chandler, combined with the expensive, powerful, and limited Golems of Zelkyr provided forces that no flesh-and-blood army could match. They fought their way back out of enemy lines and while this did not of course, end the Naga Incursions, their actions along with the conflict forced one of the peace treaties before the Nagas were eventually driven from Izril.

The scene ended with Zelkyr and Perril shaking hands, the battered Cognita-golem still hovering in the background. Eldavin glanced to one side; the spells hitting the door were starting to get annoying so he [Silenced] them.

This was the turning point in both young mens careers. Zelkyr retreated from active fighting, but the levels the conflict had afforded him let him continue to increase the numbers of Golems in Drake cities services. Indeed, he quickly became quite respected in every Walled Citysave for Fissival. In time, the City of Magic welcomed their wayward Drake student back, desiring his increasingly-powerful Golems which would become the nightmare of all enemies of Drakes during his era. Perril Chandler, by contrast, experienced his first real renaissance upon his return to Silvaria.

Back to the country by the sea. Onlymarred by empty streets, people covered in sores.

Plague had come to Silvaria, once again echoing the present. Without a cure in this case. Silvarias people lay sick, unable to provide or act. Starvation faced King Redoris nation, and he was gratified by the mysterious revival of a city in the north, which, against all reasoning, had the power to still plough and harvest fields! When he inquired however, he found not living bodies tilling the fieldsbut undead.

Skeletons were harvesting fields, tilling ground, pulling ploughs, gathering berriesreminiscent of another certain Kingdom. Fetohep watched critically.

Acceptable, one supposes. Advance the left flank

He broke off from his scrying orb to watch more undead charge Medains lines, and then went back to the scrying orb.

Where many [Kings] might refuse to embrace death magic, with Noelictus and a few other kingdoms being exceptions even to this day, the grateful Redoris reached out to his old friend and beseeched Perril Chandler to aid Silvaria. Which he did! Perril Chandler, now an experienced High Mage, in rank if not actual class, took on apprentices as his master had done and the undead servants let Silvaria weather this crisis better than other nations.

Eldavin gestured to the industrious undead. No matter how his companions shudderedTrey just folded his arms. It looked efficient to him. It was hard not to see how the skeletons saved the sick people abed, harvesting food, fearless of germs. Eldavin seemed to indicate this by the approving nod he gave a skeletonit nodded back.

By the time he had turned thirty, Perril Chandler, son of humble candle makers, was named a [Lord] of Silvaria for his deeds to the crown, and was known to be in the favor of the [King] himself, often called to court. It was also said that he had a relationship with Lady Beaalthough their relationship was not official and this is speculative.

Perril by age thirty was now a dashing swordsman and a [Mage], clearly a court darling. Redoris, also in his prime, was the image of a [King], albeit tempered by not being the [Warrior King] he clearly wanted to be. However, the three stood around, Perril, Redoris, and Bea, talking eagerly, laughing.

Eldavin appeared, and sighed.

These were the best times in the young mens lives, save for perhaps one more section. In the interest of time, we skip forwards now. Nearly a decade, to their forties. Zelkyr had not broken through to the final step of Golem-making, but he was now competing with the best [Golem Artificers] for that title, and his Golems in battle had put the Nagas on the back foot, almost by themselves. He was not without scandal, however.

Cognita broke off from the trance she was in. She sawrememberedand raised her head. Yet she could not stop what came next. Zelkyr calmly facing down an angry Watch Commander. Cognita saw herself, standing behind him, half-tensed. Yet that was not how she remembered it, staring at her masters back as

Unacceptable, Zelkyr! You cannot go behind the laws of the city!

Then change the laws or let me acquire what I need without thesethese ridiculous taxes, Watch Commander!

Thats not my business. If you cannot stay within the law

The other Drake warned Zelkyr. Cognita was hesitating. This wasnt an attack, but she felt like it was. She watched her master point at the Watch Commander.

You will do what? I can stop selling Golems to Pallass any time I want.

You wouldnt dare. The war

Then think about what youre saying, you fool!

Cognita hesitated, until Zelkyr waved at her to desist. The other two Golems of her class also untensed, and she saw the other Drake spluttering as Zelkyr turned to march out of the office

Blink. She was back in the present. Eldavins voice trailed back into her hearing.

unfounded, yet allegations of his connection with unsavory criminal elements persisted. The truth, inevitably, was that Zelkyr was too important to fall under normal jurisdiction. In any case, while he was enjoying the favor of the Walled Cities, Perril Chandler had achieved a Grand Magus rank at his young age.

Both meteoric rises to fame saw Perril Chandler overseeing another undead farm, as well as sending undead in droves to take down a ferocious Griffin. By now, of course, he wore a golden bell on his rapier.

It would be wrong to assume both Perril and Zelkyr were unaware of each other either. In fact, aside from their friendships, Perril with his two friends at Silvarias court, Zelkyr with

Eldavin hesitated.

acquaintances, no doubt, the two [Mages]s greatest friendships were with each other. After their friendship began in war, they kept in regular correspondence, often visiting and aiding each other. It was, in fact, known, that to make an enemy of one was to make an enemy of the other. Eleven times, Perril Chandler challenged other [Mages] to duels and won for his friend. Similarly, Zelkyr was known to have gifted Perril with Golems to serve his now quite wealthy family. The two exchanged spell notes, despite their somewhat different schools. However, the great achievement of Zelkyr was to nominate both himself and Perril Chandler for the Archmage position in Wistram.

The two men met under two shining, full moons. Eldavin pointed up, as [Mages] applauded boths coronations, being handed robes, and magical staves.

This was a formality, as the [Archmage] class does not always correspond to the title. As ah, viewers are no doubt aware. However, the political power and influence coming with the role spoke to their rising stars. As well as that of their enemies.

An angry Naga and narrow-eyed Garuda, as well as a Human man, all eyed Zelkyr and Perril, among the three other Archmages applauding, faces neutral. Zelkyr and Perril took their positions, opposite the three.

Perril and Zelkyr both represented Terandria and Izril, who were underrepresented compared to the Archmages of Rhir, Baleros, and Chandrar, who had increasing power during this timeas well as an Archmage of the Drowned, a somewhat rare occurrence. To noteonly two were [Archmages] as of this time. The Archmage of Nagashereand the Archmage of the Skies, a traditional term for both species.

The Naga and Garuda froze as Eldavin gestured to them.

This matters only for later. For nowknow this. As Zelkyr returned to Izril, and Perril to Terandria, the greatest incident that would finally mark them as legends of their time began. The war against the Dawn Concordat, where Perril would meet the fourth pivotal friend in his life. And in so doing, be known as the Archmage of Death.

This was the story Eldavin had told once before. Trey remembered it. Now, the half-Elf told it fully.

Four armies broke the Dawn Concordats forces. Lady Bea, who had a connection with Calanfer in particular, had, with King Redoris blessing, led a force to aid the outnumbered Dawn Concordat. Yet they fell back time and again, to the pass on Kalivs borders where so many armies would meet their end. Krawlnmaks Pass. There, the beleaguered defenders held for two days, three, and then four. However, it became clear they would not manage to hold the enemy.

Eldavins eyes flashed. His voice was rising, and sound was joining the movie again, sound from memory.

That was when the newly-named Archmage of Death arrived, of course! Fresh from Wistram, having travelled across Terandria to join the defenders, he pledged himself to the battle, despite the urgings of King Redoris to hold back. He actually teleported Lady Bea and a number of commanders out of the battle, promising only to buy the Dawn Concordat more hours to muster a final defense.

The [Lady] vanished, reaching for Perril Chandler as her companions held her back. A man saluted Perril Chandler, and he turned. What remained in front of the vast army coming down the pass was a line of gold.

Lyonettes eyes were wide. This was not the history they taught her.

The last force in the beleaguered army to refuse to retreat were the Thronebearers of Calanfer, who pledged to hold as long as the Archmage. Their Lightherald stood with Perril Chandler as four nations armies advanced.

A [Knight] in golden armor, taking Perrils hands, raising his glowing sword to the sky. Perril Chandlers hands rose. His pupils seemed to grow, dilating wider and wider

Undead began to rise. They advanced, past the golden Thronebearers, vanishing as arrows struck them down, magical spells blew them apart. They kept coming, though, advancing into the mortal army.

The first hour of fighting refused to break the army now backed up by Perril Chandler. The overconfident [General] advanced his forces, believing that one mans death would break this last resistance. He attempted to take it, but the Thronebearers closed ranks around the Archmage. The dead continued to rise, even as the living fell.

Perril Chandler ducked behind a Thronebearer whose raised shield stopped a [Fireball] and hail of arrows. Undead surged past him as he pointed.

Azkerash stared. His Chosen were looking at him. His lips moved. He felt his arm burning, the magic burning in him, going out

Advance!

Draug smashed into the lines of infantry, breaking pikes. Screaming men and women fled backwards. Perril cried out as the backlash from animating them ran through him.

Thronebearers, hold your ground!

The Lightherald boomed. The Thronebearers, who had lost their steeds long ago, closed ranks. Perril looked up and saw the [Lancers] run into them.

Men and women died. Yet they did not give ground. Perril pointed.

[Deathbolt]. One went down as the dark spell flashed through armor; he tried it again, but his hands were shaking. The death magic was filling him, but he was maintaining an army of the dead.

So he drew his rapier and charged. Even the Lightherald was surprised as he turned from combat with three [Lancers] to see Perril.

Archmage, hold b

The tip of his sword transmitted the shock of impact as Perril shoved it through the slit of a visor. A pinpoint strike; he withdrew it as the figure toppled. The [Lancers] reeled as he performed it again, two perfect strikes without a Skill!

Thronebearers! Soldiers of the Dawn Concordatto the Archmage! Charge!

The Lightherald and the Archmage surged forwards. The nerve of the [Lancers] and the first wave of the enemy broke.

it is clear now that the Archmage of Death lured the enemy army into a natural trap. So many dead bodies along with the greater magic he was conducting create a death field, enhancing his powers.

Azkerash blinked. He saw the battle from above, Eldavin pointing out details.

Nevertheless, Perril Chandler ran out of mana and resorted to his rapier. He personally slew over a hundred enemy combatants during the battle, along with casting spells. Despite never having a [Duelist]s class, he was unanimously named one of the hundred greatest blademasters in Terandria for his feats in battle. That dayhe and the Thronebearers broke an army of four hundred thousand at the pass.

Perril Chandler stood, bloody blade raised among the handful of golden-armored warriors. A bare handful, yet the living army fled screaming, throwing down their weapons, the enemy [General] dragged down by undead.

Few among even the [Archmages] can claim such a feat. It may have been this very day that Perril Chandler no longer became known as Lord Chandler of Silvaria, but [Archmage] Chandler. Archmage of Death! For his great deed, he was dubbed the Undying Shield of Calanfer by the [King], until the title was revoked.

Archmage Chandler knelt before the Eternal Throne of Calanfer, applauded by thousands as the Lightherald bowed beside the throne. He smiled, and took the [Knight]s hand as he rose.

By now, the room had gone deathly silent in Pallass. Chaldion stared grimly at the scrying orb. He had been insistent the broadcast be stopped, and had tried to even cut off the transmission in Pallass.

Too late. The [Mages] and others hadnt understood what he had intuited. However, nowChaldion looked at Eldavins retelling.

The Archmage of Death. Azkerash. The mortal Perril Chandler stood, in what could only be described as a glorious, heroic retelling of his life. At odds with every other narrative about him. Of course, Drakes and Humans knew the stories they had grown up with.

It did not please the [Grand Strategist], even so, to have even one narrative to the contrary. Let alone one so well done.

Archmage of Death. This battle was the first in a turning point in the war, and Silvarias reputation. They led a counterattack against the northern kingdoms, and despite the odds, forced the coalition of then eight kingdoms to sign peace treaties. Not least because Silvarias army was joined by an unprecedented relief army: a force of Drakes and Golems from Izril.

Archmage Zelkyr led ranks of glimmering Golems onto the field, smashing through the ranks of infantry as undead fought from the other flank. [Knights] charged past the Golemsand, Trey realized, Golem-[Knights] riding Golem horses!

Now, Izril and Terandria were unified, albeit through the Archmages, if not individual nations. Silvarias power rose, as to challenge the nation was to challenge Archmage Chandler. SimilarlyArchmage Zelkyr established his own authority at the culmination of the Naga Incursions, nearly six years after the end of that war. It was then when he made the breakthrough of his lifetime. The first Truestone Golem was unveiled. Cognita of Truestone.

A beautiful giant, Human woman made of what seemed like marble stood on the battlefield. Her hands folded. A Drake stood beside her, looking proud, nearly fifty years of age. Across from him, the Archmage of Death stood, watching an army in the distance.

Eldavin looked at Cognita. He shook his head and turned away.

Truestone, the most powerful stone in existence. Not only that; Cognita is one of the Cognizant-class Golems, which are considered to be people. Stitchfolk are an example of this type of Golem. Short of leveling, Cognizant-class Golems mimic the living in every way. In creating her, and rediscovering Truestone, Zelkyr cemented his position as the great creator of Golems during his age. He would later remove all his rivals. By force if necessary. Within ten years, no [Golem Artificer] capable of creating Sentient-class Golems was known to existsave for those apprenticed to Zelkyr himself.

He didntdid he, Grand Strategist?

Uneasily, one of the younger [Strategists] glanced at Chaldion. The old Drake was silent. Eldavin went on, eyes locked on the viewers.

During her first appearance, Cognita of Truestone proved her worth. The [Archmage] of Baleros had taken to the field to support the Naga forces on Izril, possibly attempting to emulate Perril Chandlers success. That he did was undeniable. However, Archmage Zelkyr engaged the Naga armies with Archmage Chandler. ThereCognita slew the [Archmage] of Baleros, one of two [Archmages] she would kill in battle.

The Naga [Archmage] fell, recoiling as the form of Cognita moved through the Lizardfolk army like a statue through water, effortlessly parting them.

Feors mouth went dry as he stared at the image. It did not show the end. He slowly turned his head.

Cognita stood alone in the banquet hall. Her own, delicate, large hands clenched. She looked at Eldavin.

Why was he telling this story?

Thereafter, Archmages Zelkyr and Chandler enjoyed few rivals. They were acclaimed world-wide. Famous. Their friendship was the stuff of legends.

Break down that damn door!

The Fissival [Mages] were shouting in fury. Yet the door refused to budge. Calanfer was sending a complaint and a demand to halt this broadcast every minute. Eldavin paused to sip from a glass of water he conjured. After a second, he went on.

This was the golden era of both Archmages. Despite, as I have mentioned, indications that Zelkyr became ruthless in how he approached competition and acquiring increasingly esoteric materials, Archmage Chandlers conduct was beyond reproach. For ten years almost, they enjoyed unparalleled fame and fortune.

This was where the image of Perril and Zelkyr had come from, shaking hands, enjoying themselves at banquets. Talking, as Perril spoke to Cognita.

First Cognita. Then, as time went on, another Truestone Golem. Then a third. Three women. First, Cognita, Human. Then, a Gnoll, also made of the same material. Finally? A Centaur. All three were the same height, towering behind Zelkyr wherever he went.

Eldavin let the music play as he stood there, watching the scenes flash by with everyone else. When he turnedCara felt it. The change in the narrative was evident on the half-Elfs face.

It may have been that this would be the legacy of both Archmages, until they passed of natural causes. But alas, as all will know who study history, this did not occur. The fall of Archmage Chandlerand Archmage Zelkyr is the story I must tell you now.

Azkerash and Cognita started. The [Necromancer] had frozen in time, watching. Nowa single figure appeared. The dead man felt a flash of anger. Even now.

King Redoris, sitting on his throne, looked troubled. Especially as he watched the two dancing figures. Lady Bea, and Archmage Chandler. Eldavin stood by Redoris, glancing down at him in disapproval.

As so happens, the impetus towards the disaster that felled Archmage Chandler was not of his own doing. He could have halted it. However, I, Eldavin, will always say this: for all the horror he has wrought and the legacy which he deservesit was not he who betrayed first. That was one man. King Redoris of Silvaria. Last of his line.

He bent, slowly, looking down at the [King], his displeasure evident.

King Redoris was not a poor [King]. Nor was he a great one. If anything, his fault was purely that whatever his achievements diplomatically, with his nation, they were overshadowed by Archmage Chandler. This fact did not wear at him at first, yet it grew over time. Aided, I think, by the relationship between Lady Bea, still considered to be the most lovely woman in Silvaria, and Perril Chandler. The [King] is known to have courted her with little success.

He shook his head as Redoris clapped his hands, calling an end to the dance to make a pronouncement or some such. Eldavin sighed.

A greater man could have happily walked in the shadow of the Archmage of Death, and counted him as both friend and subject. Not King Redoris. As his envy grew, so too did the events that compounded his jealousy and added to Perril Chandlers fame. Consider the Uprisings of Lefta rebellion that occurred when the now-wealthier farmers employing undead labor objected to the crown increasing taxes to punitive levels to make the most of the richness of Silvarias fields.

Angry [Farmers] swelled, leaving their fields, joined by groups of people, protesting against [Mayors] and local nobles and governors.

They rose in uprising, and the local armys attempts to quell the rebellion, as such things often did, swelled their numbers as angry [Soldiers] whose pay had been reducedironically due to the Archmage of Deaths reputation preventing conflictsjoined the citizenry instead of attacking them. This was a mismanagement of King Redoris, of course, and to deal with the issue, he mobilized a grand force with Silvarias best forces loyal to him. To crush the rebellion in what would surely be a bloody move.

A force of grim warriors began to march on the larger, if woefully outmatched army of nearly a hundred thousand rebels. Eldavin froze the apprehensive citizenry.

Once again, as he had proven over his life, it was Archmage Chandler who intervened. This time to save the very common folk of whom he was descended. He had not forgotten from whence he came.

The Archmage of Death appeared in front of Silvarias army. Both sides stopped, apprehensive. The man held up a hand, and Silvarias army fell back. Alone, the Archmage of Death turned to face the rebels and drew his rapier, holding up a bone-white staff in the other. The rebels stared at him, mouths agog.

To save his [King] from creating a massacre, the Archmage of Death stood in front of the rebel army, nearly a hundred thousand strong and challenged them to single combat. He declared that for the honor of Silvaria, he would face them one at a time, without magic if need be.

Eldavins lips quirked.

Needless to say, the rebels dispersed rather than take Archmage Chandlers challenge, and he personally prevailed on the crown to grant clemency and reduce the burden of taxes. This made him a hero, and King Redoris jealousy over Perril Chandler greater. It was said of that time that the Archmage of Death was a greater source of pride to Silvarias people than that of their [King]. Small wonder of what came next.

Eldavins head bowed. Then rose. Light flashedand King Redoris sat, speaking eagerly to someone from afar, via a scrying orb of his own.

Jealous, seeking some way to diminish his former friend, Redoris searched for some means to entrap Perril Chandler. He found it, ironically, in an act of justice. Rhir.

CognitaAzkerashthe Blighted King, all moved. Othius looked at the retelling. He had been young then. He had beenhis hands began to shake.

In those days, the Blighted Kingdom was yet at war, but the Demons incursions grew stronger. The Deaths of the Demon King pushed back the armies of Rhir. So King Redoris saw his chance. He declared war, and ordered the Archmage of Death and a coalition of Terandrian nations to take arms against the eternal foe.

The Archmage of Death bowed uncertainly in front of Redoris. Lady Bea watched, nervously, as Redoris gave a speech.

Not only Terandria. Where Chandler went, Zelkyr went too, sensing another way to cement his legacy and prove his creations power. Perhaps even increase his own, as his level had meant a plateauing of his own abilities. Seeing this moment, as the two great Archmages of their time went to battle, the other nations allied with Rhir sent their forces. A great host descended on Rhir.

Warships by the hundreds sailed towards a sky filled with explosions. Soldiers raced across the ground, armies of the undead, Golems. Eldavins voice darkened.

A mighty host, not least because the twin armies of undead and Golems were considered unmatched when they acted in concert. Faced against all the worlds powers were the Demons! It was seemingly a war that would end with ease. I caution you, viewers and listeners, to remember this: even as you rage against the Demons of Rhir and hellremember there are always other sides to the story.

He hesitated. Closed his eyes.

Alas, this is not the time to tell them. Suffice it to say that arrogance may have seized Zelkyr, perhaps even Archmage Chandler at their abilities. The vast armies, the mighty allies they had made gave rise to incaution, especially among the Blighted King of that time. They advanced, pressing the Demons without rest. Until the great champions of the Demon King appeared. The Deathless.

A dot appeared in the skies. At thisOthius made a sound. Richard, Emily, the other Earthers, flinched. Tom giggled.

It was her. The Death of Magic. Yet the single dot became two. Thenthree.

Two more giant figures appeared on the ground, and even the undead and Golems halted in uncertainty.

The Death of Magic, the Death of Wings, and the Death of Chains took to the air. On the ground, the Death of Voices and the Death of Dust appeared. Five of the Deathless clashed with the two [Archmages] and the heroes of that age. Andthey pushed the undefeatable pair back.

Azkerash saw it again.

The laughing half-Elf, diving out of the skies along with the great leader of wings, which Garuda and Oldblood Drakes alike fled before, children before an adult.

The laughing Death of Chains, coming towards him. Met by a furious call. He lifted a hand, bleeding, staggering.

Kharneva! Stop

Too late, the giant Gnoll leapt forwards, fiercest, second of Zelkyrs greatest creations. Cognita was battling the Death of Voices in a world of silence. Perril saw

The second of Zelkyrs Truestone Golems faced the Deathless of the Demons and perished on Rhir.

Cognitas mouth opened. She made no soundyet she still heard it. The howl, as the Death of Voices died. She heard it from her master, from her sister.

Eldavin stood, eyes blazing.

The Deathless broke the armies sent against them. And one of the Truestone Golems. Archmages Zelkyr and Chandler retreated rather than face greater losses, both wounded. The Deathless triumphed. At cost! Two of their kind ended there, for all their namesake, the other three so badly wounded they were presumed deceased, though their bodies never discovered. We now know at least one survived. However, the war was so bitter that not even the Blighted Kingdom had the stomach to continue to fight. It was here where the end of this tale was planted.

A Drake knelt on the ground, staring at a broken bit of Truestone. Zelkyr. He did not move as his two damaged creations touched his shoulder gently.

Zelkyrlater.

Eldavin sounded pained. He turned.

By the time Archmage Chandler returned to Silvaria, his reputation had changed. That he had fought with valor did not change the fact that Silvarias armies had been decimated. However, the loss of reputation was added to by Redoris actions during his absence. The King of Silvaria began outlawing undead. He claimed they caused disease, pointing to cases where undead killed innocents. Perhapsand this is speculationhe even allowed the bindings on some undead to lapse.

Chandler stood in a hostile court, most turned against him, bowing nearly prostate before Redoris. The older [King]s face was set, and the only two who stood behind Perril were Lady Bea, and the Lightherald, who had come to support his friend.

These were the first of the allegations put against Archmage Chandler. Talk of sedition against the throne, plots with enemy nations followed. Added to that, unlucky circumstance led a cabal of [Necromancers], perhaps hired, although perhaps simply foolish, to create a greater undead.

Shadows grew over the projection. Something moved, spilling forth lesser undead as Thronebearers and other [Knights] struck at something and were seized.

A Wailing Pitan amalgamation of the undeadwas allowed to grow to horrendous size. There it transformed into, well, catastrophe. I will not show the image to viewers, but the horror was only brought low when the Lightherald and Archmage of Death personally slew it after five days of battle.

The Thronebearer, the golden [Knight], removing his visor to be sick and stare at something clouded from view. He turnedand his shining gaze was no longer as confident as it had been. He stared long at Archmage Chandler, whose head was bowed with exhaustion and sorrow.

I will not prolong this.

Eldavin stood at Archmage Chandlers side as King Redoris pointed a finger, hurling accusations with his court. The half-Elf spoke as the Archmage of Death was escorted awayunder guard.

King Redoris desires came true. However, Lady Bea and those who recalled Archmage Chandlers deeds did not abandon him even as his reputation among Silvarias people vanished within a years time. How quickly they forgot all he had done. Perhaps Redoris would have left it thereif not for Bea. Three years passed as Archmage Chandler retreated from Silvaria, attending Wistram, where Archmage Zelkyrs actions had grown increasinglyerratic. However, we must finish with Chandler. Three yearsuntil it was discovered that a plot had been engaged against Redoris.

The [King] fell from his table at a banquet, choking. A needle was plucked from his throat. Bone. Pale as death, [Healers] rushed to cure him.

It was said that Perril Chandler had conspired to remove him, believing he was unfit to rule. Perhaps there was too much weight to this, as King Redoris had proven himself increasingly poor as a [King].

The wealth of Silvaria had turned sour, impoverished people creeping back into the view of the kingdom. Corruption as well. Yet, within the moment, as Redoris lay in bed, Archmage Chandler was seized by [Knights] bearing Silvarias crest.

The accusation was leveled against the Archmage of Death. He denied it, yet truth spells were procured, seemingly in front of the entire court.

You see what he has done to you, Cognita. ChildI am not erasing anything but this! You may choose your destiny afterwards. I mean what I said! I have not destroyed your kin nor harmed you! I do not desire what lies above! I walked those halls before Zelkyr was born!

Stop, stop. I do not want you to do this.

A sob entered her voice. Eldavin looked at her.

How do you not see?

I see. But this is what gives me life. This is all I am. The years I have been faithful, my love, my purpose, my lossmy sister was broken on Rhir. All of me is in this. Do not take it from me. Please, Grand Magus.

The half-Elfs finger hesitated. He looked at the Truestone Golem. If she could have weptshe was weeping. There were no tears for her to shed, but like those everywhere, she had learned how.

Frozen gemstones, colder than ice, were condensing droplets of water. They ran down her cheeks, sculpted by a Drakes hand to be the most beautiful Human woman he would ever lay eyes on. A dream.

A child. Eldavins finger wavered. He had heard this too. So many times. He closed his eyes. Then his finger moved.

He removed the first line.

You may never thank me for this, Cognita Amerwing. I do not expect it. Yet I will have you choose what happens next of your free will and never reproach you for what you decide. You must decide, though.

Cruelty of kindness. No, that was wrong. Cruelty? If he could be cruel, he would not care so, to see her.

An arrogance, to presume to dictate how she should be freed. The Truestone Golem strained, feeling something vanish.

Master! MASTER!

Eldavin raised a shaking finger to silence the voice, because the anguished cry of the girl was doing more harm to his heart than

He had to focus. The Dragon moved slowly, precisely, excising the one failure in the Archmage of Golems beautiful work. He did not look at Cognitas tears, listen to her voice.

The only weakness of the Dragonlord of Flame. Tears of a

The tip of a sword struck Eldavin in the back. He felt it break through the barriers, twisting. Thenpain engulfed his flesh. He cried out, stumbling, and then felt a second touch. A kiss of metal and poison, digging into his ribs.

What? The half-Elf recoiled. He blinked, and landed on the ground, clutching at his wounds, casting a healing spell. Looking forfor?

An assassin? An intruder to his grand schemes? Butbut he had sealed the door to the lower floors! Even all the Archmages would not have broken through until he released the magic! That only left

The upper floors? Eldavins pain-wracked vision turned. He saw the two gigantic, sealed doors

No. No, they were closed. The vision of the Archmage of Golems faded. Stillsomeone stood there, slashing at the bindings around Cognita as the Truestone Golem bellowed at it. Ordering it.

A Golem. Eldavin did not understand. It was.a Golem. Tall, not as tall as he was, actually shorter than six feet, a compact, warriors body. His delirious thoughts ran together as he tried to purge the poison of the second blade.

Looks like a Finemetal Bronze Golem. NoSoulcopper? Advanceddueling Golemhow?

He would have noticed a hidden Golem. How did it? How did

As the pain slowly left him, Eldavin saw. He saw where the Golem had come from, the trick, the trap, the gall of it which had escaped even his notice! Arrogance.

Four Golems plus Cognita. Each one mightier than the last, except for the one which wasnt. One of them had clearly been replaced. One

The Armored Golem. It still struggled in the bindings of light, a comically weak Golem compared to the others. Yet nowEldavin saw the truth.

Its chest plate had opened, disgorging the assassin within. In one swift motion, when his attention was elsewhere, it had attacked. Piercing his barriers! So

The trick!

Cognita was instructing the Duelist Golem. She had hoped he had been mortally wounded. Yet even the twin blades had not killed him, even the Hydrabane Venom on the second sword.

Eldavin, Grand Magus, rose, having survived the trick that had slain even Archmages. His calm voice was gone. Replaced by a bellow, a shriek laced with agony.

The trick! I see it! You

He pointed, but not at Cognita. Upwards. Eldavin howled at the ceiling, composure lost.

Zelkyr! You never intended anyone to pass! YouI see what it wears! I see what it holds!

Cognita felt a chill. Even now, he surprised her. The Grand Magus turned, pointing. His voice filled the room, even as Cognita tore an arm free of the bindings. A spell shot across the room, a dozen [Shatterbolts]! The Golem spun, pivoting, dodging with unnatural grace. It spun across the ground as Cognita thundered towards the Magma Golem still burning bright. One of the two blades it carried slashed open the containment dimensional sphere, unleashing the Shadowflesh Golem.

A Magewatcher Blade of Fissival! Eldavin saw the first of the swords, designed to break through enchantments. And the seconda Venous Dagger, coated with a deadly poison.

That was not why he raged. Those two blades, the terrible, merciless trick was bad enough. Yet it was the unnatural agility the Golem possessed, and the flash of light which neutralized one of the [Shatterbolts] that made Eldavin spit fury.

Belt of Greater Dexterity, and it wore armor! Reflection Chainmail, Helmet of Alsightand the last, the lastproof that Zelkyr had never intended for [Mages] to rise, to ever pass Cognitas false test?

The Heartflame Boots! You took it! ZELKYR!

One of the treasures of the Drakes shone on the Golems feet. Eldavin was lost in his fury. He clutched at his agonizing wounds, even as he suppressed the pain and damage. Too latetoo late, he could not stop the other Golem or Cognita.

She was free. The Truestone Golem smashed his suppressing spell and the Magma Golemno, the true Golem inside, the Radiance Golem, burst from the magma shell. A blinding light beyond all comprehension filled the room. The heat was merely a byproduct of its nature.

The Wireform Golem was melting, recovering. The Armored Golem tore free as the Duelist Golem struck its bindings. Thenthey stood, forming around Cognita.

Six Golems of the Archmage of Izril. The Archmage of Golems test.

Death. Eldavin faced them, rising slowly. His preparationsall his hard work

Cognita met his gaze across the room, eyes now burning with fury. He still saw her magical construction shining around her. It was still open.

But to reach her, he would have to fight in earnest, not take them by surprise. The Grand Magus head bowed.

I must flee. Perhaps Wistram itself if she pursued him. He had failed. The knowledge was worse than the poison in his veins. He had

You will not take my masters last will from me, Grand Magus.

The girl spoke, like a child clinging to the hope, the idea of love. Eldavin flinched. He looked up at her.

Even now. Poor girl. She wanted to believe in it. He saw the magical bindings slowly retreating into her, collapsing. Her guarded heart.

I must run. I could die here. However slim

The Dragon thought it.

The half-Elfs feet did not move. Cognita advanced, in the best killing formation she and the other protectors of her masters will knew. However, her footsteps slowed, even as her body shifted again.

She saw the Grand Magus head rise. His chest inflated, and then he exhaled. Slowly.

Cognita, my child. I have seen many things over my life. I have lived, far longer than you. Far longer than you can imagine. Surely you realize all is not what it seems.

The Golem knew that. What was he, Djinni? Some true [Archmage] of old?

She had seen him bleed. The knowledge of his frailty, his mortality lay between both.

Still, he did not move. The half-Elf was breathing faster. He had used up all his magic, surely! She had felt the spells he had cast draining him! Yet in the face of six fresh foes, he still held his ground.

If you seek to intimidate us, Grand Magus, there is nothing to strike fear into. We are Golems! Our will is unbreakable!

No. You have a heart. Which makes you stronger and weaker than any of your kind. I came here to set you free. I do not forswear myself.

Eldavin began to walk forwards. The Golems slowed.

You think you can take us all on? By yourself?

The Truestone Golems voice was incredulous. It wobbled. Perril Chandler himself would not have dared, not even with an army to prepare.

But would he have, if he thought he was freeing me? For a second, she wavered.

Eldavins lips curled upwards. He bared his teeth. The half-Elf snarled. Like

You do not know me, girl! Golems, quake. You do not even know my names, little things. Any of them!

His feet carried him forwards. Walking, then, faster now. The six Golems slowed. Cognitabacked up, as the others spread out around her. They formed a ring in the vast chamber. Eldavin stopped. He looked around.

Todaythe Golems of Wistram will know me. I have walked a thousand thousand wars! I have broken [Archmages] and [Heroes] who stood before me! I have championed every right, fought every foe in this world! I do not run from children!

The magic swelled. Eldavin felt his heartstopyet he drew more. Cognita gasped as the magic of a Dragon filled the half-Elf more, and more, unto bursting!

Dragonlord of Flame! Champion of Kingdoms whose names only he remembered! Last guardian, protector of lands turned to dust! Hero of only memories.

He posed in the center of the room, turning, light flickering around him. In his eyes. Eldavin laughed.

Nowlet me show you magic.

His feet left the ground as he took flight. The Golems moved.

The battle shook the night.

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Trey Atwood stumbled through the halls of Wistram. He didnt know what was happening. All he knew was that he was movingfollowing the little thing in front of him.

Minizi, the Lifesand Golem, had woken him in the middle of the night. Under the two moons, she had gotten him up, even going as far as to bite him and punch his face. Hed been furiousuntil he realized the little Lifesand Golem was desperate to show him something.

So he followed her, on a hunch. He had never seen Minizi like this. As Trey began to climb, he realized something else was wrong.

The Lifesand Golem wastrembling. And as Trey climbed higher, he realized more and more Golems were appearing in the hallways. Frozen, staring at something. Unmoving.

He came to the highest floor and felt the hair on his body rise. He stared down the hallway at the closed door. Minizi pointed with a trembling hand as Treys feet halted, unable to carry him further. Thenat lasthe heard the sounds of war.

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Eldavin flew. Magic filled him without end. He wasshouting. Roaring. The entire, vast room was filled with motion, spells, danger and death!

The Radiance Golem burned, bright enough to blind, even if your head was turned away, your eyes closed! It ignited the air, yet the Dragon just howled at it, mockingly.

You want to burn me? You call that bright?

Cognita saw his skin turning dark, cracked, like the magma. [Obsidian Skin]! He blasted his surroundings with frozen airpivoted, dove. He flew under the storm of scythes coming from the Wireform Golem, dodging

Struck out of the air by a blow like a [Knight]s lance, sharp beyond belief.

Eldavin landed, cut across the chest, his skin like stone bleeding. The Duelist Golem and the Shadowflesh Golem leapt at him, sword and claws slashing. He pressed his fingers together.

Wretches! Activate!

The Depth Charge exploded. A ton of compressed water, a thousand pounds of force, exploded, blowing both Golems across the room. The force tore off the Shadowflesh Golems arm; it began crawling back to it.

Die, Magus!

Cognita fired the glowing cannon of her arm. The stone flashedEldavin lifted his hands.

[Prismguards Sh]

He bounced off the wall like a doll. Yet the half-Elf was already rising as the Radiance Golem dove at him again. He bellowed words of fury. At Cognita.

You think he was the greatest [Mage] you ever knew? I crushed better! I knew better! Chandler would have been a better father!

He pointed. The glowing Golem of light vanished as a hand shot out of the ground and dragged it into a void below.

[Claw of the Deep Abyss]! Cognita reeled back, nearly dragged into the vortex. She leapt, swinging a fist. Eldavin teleported. He saw the Truestone Golem miss

Wham. The Armor Golem struck him with its sword. Eldavins shields dented the steel blade. He pointed, blasted it across the room.

The Duelist Golem slid in as the Shadowflesh Golem spat a miasma of darkness. Eldavin flicked [Fireballs] and [Lightning Bolts] at the Golem; they seemed to slide off it.

Damn

He caught a sword on his arm, felt it dig in. Eldavin put two fingers together.

[Earthquake]!

The touch blasted the Golem away. He raised his arm.

[Restore]

An arrow of light hit him in the shoulder, spinning him. The Radiance Golem had shifted! Eldavin lost his temper again.

You dare? You

The Shadowflesh Golem bounded towards him and smashed into a wall of ice. Cognitas eyes widened. She had last seen the desperate [Mage] casting that spell

[Fortress of the Ice Queen]. Eldavin rose into the sky, blocking the land-based Golems with ramparts of frozen ice that even Cognitas fist only cracked. Then he lifted one arm.

[Spear of the Lightning King]!

He had mastered both elements to thatlightning boomed. The Radiance Golem, aiming another arrow, was blasted apart for a second, its core exposed. Eldavin made a grabbing gesture, but before he could shatter it, the Duelist Golem leapt in a jet of flame.

The Heartflame Boots! Your master stole the treasure of his people to guard his petty desires!

Silence! Die! You have to die!

Cognita scaled the ice, digging her fingers into the magical fortress. Eldavin saw the Duelist Golem whirl its swords as it landed on the platform. The Shadowflesh Golem was stalking with [Greater Invisibility], to strike him when he fled!

He did not flee. The Dragon saw the Duelist Golem brandishing its swords, armored like a Named Adventurer. He snapped twice. They thought that was a sword? They thought that was skill, the art of the blade?

The Golem saw him reach out. The Dragon drew something from the air. A glowing weapon that made the two blades it held pale by comparison. Made of pure magic. He bellowed.

[ ]!

Cognita didntshe stared up.

Drathian mag

Eldavin cut the Duelist Golems arm off. It reeled and he ran the blade through its chest.

A petty little [Thief]! Those boots were worn by his peoples heroes! They do not belong here!

He reached down, to sunder the Golems legs as it flailed. Cognita reached the dais of ice. She moved faster than lightningEldavin hit the ground as his fortress shattered. His ribs

Up. The Truestone Golem wavered as Eldavin rose to his feet, levitating upwards until he landed. He clutched at his ribs as the damaged Golems rallied.

He abandoned you.

He will return.

No.

The Dragons eyes were still too knowing. He looked straight through her. Reached out. He was erasing the spells in her! Cognita charged, but he blinked out of existence, floated above the next strike. He wasnt trying to kill them! He was

Parents should love their offspring. Zelkyr only loved you until he beheld your flaws, chasing perfection without even stopping to see your soul.

We were incomplete! Imperfect, we broke!

You lived! Did you think he was never surpassed?

Eldavin dove, burning, as the Radiance Golem struck at him. He threw it off him, sucked the Duelist Golem into a vortex and spat it into the Armor Golems chest. He breathed fire onto the Shadowflesh Golem, blood running down his arm. He raised an arm

Cognita struck it, and felt the bones break. Even thenhe pointed, and the lines of her soul began to vanish. Terrified, she attacked.

The half-Elf refused to flee. He was panting now, as he shielded himself with countless barrier spells, working, desperately as Cognita tore them to shreds.

If he had succeeded, do you know what he would have made? He would have reached a new peakcreated a people, a new species! Enslaved, until they cried out for freedom! Stitch Folk were children like you!

He fell back, the spells shattering. Cognita felt something vanishing. She cried out, as her arm turned to Truegold. Her legs the shining speed-stone, her body shifting.

Why are you doing all of this?

BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO LIVE. I have seen your death! I want you to live!

He screamed at her. If only he had said it from the start. He saw her, unsure of the future, chained down by herself and magic. He had seen it before.

The last lines were flickering. Theyd rewrite themselves if he didnt remove it all! Eldavin lifted his hand.

Cognita. Enough.

He saw her arm raise. She charged, across the room. Like thunder given form. Eldavin wavered.

He closed his eyes, and cut her link.

She struck him with all of her might and was freed. Cognita felt it, as the Grand Magus vanished. She didnt see if he lived. She didnt look at anything.

The Truestone Golem fell to her knees, as her love vanished. She felt it go, as she had known it would. The only pain she had ever felt in this life filled her, and the Golems of Wistram fell to their knees.

Zelkyr! ZELKYR. Why did you leave me behind? Why did you take her? Whywhy didnt you love me?

The truth broke her to pieces. She collapsed, immobile.

Eldavinshe never saw the terrified young man open the broken doors and stare in horror at what lay there.

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Trey Atwood had seen terrible battle. But thisthis was more than even the King of Destructions charge. The annihilation of Reims thunderous spells had been one thing, but the aftermath of the battle was a greater shock because one man had laid low the Golems of Wistram, and Cognita herself.

Eldavin? Grand Magus?

He knew it had to be him. Minizi was frozen in place, like all the other Golems, staring at the wailing voice coming from Cognita. She was shining, made up of multiple types of stone, not the smooth marble.

He was going to die. Yet Trey Atwood couldnt flee. He sawa shape lying in the broken door. It had struck the door so hard that it had smashed the binding enchantments to bits.

Or maybe they had failed because he wasTrey Atwood scuttled forwards and reached down. He saw bloodbut not the paste he had expected.

Grand Magus? Grand Magus

He seized the limp form and dragged him up. Trey ran, dragging the Grand Mage, shouting at Minizi to help him. She lifted a single foot as they fled.

None of the Golems followed them. They just stood there, well into morning, statues. Trying to

They got down from the floor of death. Trey was staring at Eldavin. The half-Elf was covered in blood. His right arm was snappedwas he dead? Trey didnt even know if he wasbreathing

Was he in a coma? Was he dead? Was Trey carrying a corpse? He had no idea what to do.

Was CPR an option? Did he try it? No, potions, idiot! Trey laid Eldavin down, fumbling for his belt pouch. He tried to find the half-Elfs pulse.

MiniziMinizistop that!

She was inspecting the crimson running from his body. However, Trey saw her press up the wadded cloth of his robes, trying to stop the blood.

If he was bleeding, he was alive, surely? But so many woundsTrey applied the potion. Did he just splash it all over Eldavin? If a wound was infected or the magic was too strong to be healed

He had to get a [Healer], raise the alarm with all the Archmages, and tell Gazi and Calac they were running like hell because all of Wistrams Golems were going to kill them. Every second, Trey expected Cognita to come running down the corridor and end him and Eldavin in a single punch.

Trey was just feeling for Eldavins pulse again, seeing at least some of the wounds healing, when he heard a sound.

Urgh.

It escaped Eldavins lips, more of a moan than anything else. Treys heart skipped a beat.

Grand Magus? Grand Magus, are you alive?

It was something of a silly question, he knew, but he wasnt sure. Eldavin looked as dead as he had ever seen a person. Howeverthe question made the half-Elfs eyes flutter open. The mismatched gaze found Treys. Eldavin stared blearily at him, and then spoke slowly.

YoungmanTrey Atwood, isnt it?

Y-yes?

No time to mention real names. Eldavin stared weakly at him.

Did you just ask me if I was alive? Andto further my pointdid you just pour a healing potion on a broken bone not properly set?

IIyes?

Trey squeaked. Eldavin stared at him. His head fell back.

Typical.

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It seemed that even in his minute of death, Eldavin would still manage to insult you. Well, the fact that hed spoken at all meant he was alive. Trey dragged him up and had gotten him two more floors down when the half-Elf came to again.

My arm.

Well get it reset properly, Grand Magus. Minizi, get Sala! We have to run! The Golems

Theyre not coming after us, young man. If they do, its war. CognitaI dont thinkargh.

They reached Eldavins rooms. To Treys shock, Wistram was not exploding at this very moment. Eldavin lifted a shaking finger and Trey dragged him in.

A healer, then

No. No, Ill set it myself. A proper healing spell will do me correctly.

Eldavin stared at his arm. He was tapped, completely drained of magic of course, so he let it be for the moment. Trey hovered at the door.

But Grand Magusshouldnt we tell?

No, we should not! Stay there! You and that little Lifesand Golem! I dont appreciate having my blood stolen either! Stand there.

The [Sand Mage] and Golem stood to attention as Eldavin lay on one of his couches. He groaned. He had barelybarely survived that last punch. Hed thrown everything into a desperate shield after

He felt like he was going to throw up. His head was jumbledEldavin lay there. Trey heard him muttering.

That bastard Zelkyr. The boots. The boots. Im going toungrateful girl. Golems. As intelligent as animated rocks, which is what they are! Stubborn andeasier negotiating with Revenants. She nearly killed me. After I triedexpended so much effort and goodwillshell pay for that.

He growled, propping himself up slightly. He looked angry. Trey could understand that. He opened his mouth, but Eldavin wasnt done. The half-Elf pointed, remembering Trey.

Thisthis was an accident. You, young man, will say nothing.

But the Golems

If they want to start a war with Wistrams [Mages] by slaughtering a Grand Magus, they will! However, until that eventful day, you will be silent. You are in my faction, are you not?

Yes, Grand Magus, but

I have had it up to here with buts! No objections! No ifs, ors, or maybes! I am the Grand Magus here, not you. And Ido you have another potion?

Eldavin collapsed again with a groan. Trey produced one. To his surprise, Eldavin smiled, apparently forgetting his pique now.

Ah, thank you. Painit has been a long time since I fought like that. I apologize, young Atwood. Which is your name.

Sharp as ever. Trey bit his lip, and Eldavin lifted a finger.

No need to lie. I consider it a little secret between us. I dont doubt your little Golem was responsible for saving my life, too. She must have sensed the battle, didnt she?

Yes, Grand Magus, I think so.

Eldavin nodded weakly, chugging the potion with his good hand and trying to adjust his broken arm, then giving up. He lay there, panting, but he never ran out of words.

Lifesand Golems are like that. You know, its somewhat close to Sentient-class already? A complete skip of normal Golem creation. Mainly because its closer to a monster or slime than a Golem. You dont animate it with magical instructions; just give sand life.

II didnt know that, Grand Magus.

The half-Elf blinked a few times. Treys eyes widened as he looked at Minizi. She could think? Of course hed known that, but that meant she was actually like a

Of course you dont. Just watch out. I have no doubt thisMinizi is quite cute at the moment. However, lose control of her or let her gain more power than you and she might end up draining you of blood or keeping you as a renewable energy source.

Trey blanched. Eldavin snorted.

Dont look at me like that! Its happened before! You need lessons. You have talent, young man. Great talenta keen insight into fighting; youve seen some. A rare Skillbut its all unhoned. All of it is. Your lazy comrades from Earth dont even have the bark on their trees to study magic, or any other profession!

Trey half-smiled at the expression. Eldavin smiled too, and he appeared to be rallying, at least enough to sit up a bit more.

Time I took you under my wing.

Really, Grand Magus?

It is the least I can do for the brave young man who saved my life. Ah! Ah! Be silent. Superfluous gratitude is also annoying to me.

Eldavin lifted a finger. Trey closed his mouth obediently. The Grand Magus chuckled.

Saved my life. Its always the things you dont expect thatstroke of luck. That ungrateful damn Golem. I should turn her and all those guardians of Zelkyrs into gravel. No helping it. Theyll be on guard and Ive taxed myself far too much. Neither you nor I should get within four floors of the testing room.

Another nod. Eldavin went on, panting.

Youll be my apprentice. One of them. I dare say Archmage Valeterisa is a kind of student, after I taught her that teleportation circle. Theres talent too. But the Terras faction needs to poach more [Mages]. More Earthers.

Grand Magus?

Shush. Im thinking out loud. There have to be better Earthers than not. That Elena seemed quite stablebut the truly extraordinary Earthers I know ofone is dead. Poor girl. Ill have to revive her, if I can. It occurs to me that Ryoka Griffin should come here, though. Ive let her roam about, but

Treys eyes widened. Did Eldavin just sayRyoka Griffin? He listened, silently, as the half-Elf muttered.

Stronger [Mages]. A stronger, better faction. Teleportation is just one of the things Wistrams lost. Why, no one even remembers [Restoration]! Aside from the Healer of Tenbault, and I taught her that! We need to get that spell into the proper handsof the Terras faction. You know that spell, young Atwood?

Trey did. Flos had spoken of it, with Orthenon.

I dobut even the Archmages dont know that spell, Grand Magus!

Bah. That just shows you how low weve fallen. I dont think you can master it, but Ill make a note to tell Valeterisa. Nowallies. I have to find out what happened to that other Archmage who was missing. Whats her name.

Amerys?

Aha. Good, yes. Bright young man. Can you fetch meI have some stamina potions theremana potions too. My manas completely depleted. Good lad.

Eldavin directed Trey about. The half-Elf breathed slowly as he gulped a few potions. His eyes cleared more.

Yes. Report to my quarters tomorrow morning.

It is morning, sir.

Ah, then go get some sleep and report back infour hours.

Trey hesitated as he scooped up Minizi and headed to the door. He looked back.

Are you alright, Grand Magus? Are you sure you dont want me to get?

Eldavin waved him off, a bit irritably, but appreciating the concern. The door shut, and the half-Elf lay there.

Madness. He had nearly died! He was lucky beyond belief that Trey had found him and stabilized him.

What had gotten into him? That CognitaEldavin didnt even know what hed been doing up there. Trying to free her? Madness twice.

He got up after a moment, hobbling around, feeling at his arm. Hed nearly ruined everything with his death. The Terras faction, the opportunity hed seized upon to come here as magic waned

I cant die yet. Ive not even become an Archmage! A proper Archmage, that is.

The half-Elf growled to himself. He looked into the mirror, shaking his head. He had to shake things up. The Terras faction was good; he already had an Archmage on his side. He wanted more, trustworthy allies, to which he would share the proper spells, of course. Ryoka Griffin too; he didnt forget his debts, his connection with Magnolia Reinhart

Eldavin put a hand to his head. He felt like he was forgettingsomethingbut it eluded him. The half-Elf stared at himself in the mirror. But for the broken arm, he was as ideal as hed ever been. Eldavin, half-Elf from Terandria, who had made his abode in the High Passes.

He smiled, shaking his head. He was sure it was just something hed forgotten. The half-Elf went to sit back down, already trying to figure out how to explain this incident, use it to his advantage. If it was importantwhatever hed forgotten, well

He was sure hed remember later. Right now?

Eldavin was going to bring Wistram Academy back.

Authors Note: Paradigm Shift. Paradigm Shift! Which you voted for.

Of all the side story options, I did not expect this one to win, and somehow you managed to vote for one of the most impactful chapters.

No Relc chapter, no Persua chapterno Rie chapter, just this. I included lesser paradigm shifts, but this was planned out, so here we are.

I am tired. This is a 41,000 word chapteralbeit written over three daysand thus I am publishing it in two chapters, which Patrons get now (hence you reading all this in one go), but I am taking off my Monday-Tuesday regular chapter because I am tired!

Sorry, but sometimes these things happen! Ill be back on the 10th, and Public readers wont notice a thing since the chapter will release regularly. I hope you enjoy this unexpected two-chapter saga.

Which you voted for. But never forget! The fault isprobably arrogance. Hubris! However well-intentioned. See you next time after a longer break, and thanks for reading!

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