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Application for Tylendel Frelennye from Magic's Price

Jul 19, 2008 00:41

((Tylendel Frelennye from Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar books. This is set after his very dramatic suicide, following the death of his twin brother and Companion (magical talking horse). He is now revived, confused, and blocking out all the Very Bad Things that led up to his death ( Read more... )

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callmewednesday July 19 2008, 06:04:36 UTC

As he read the transcribed application, Mr. Wednesday sipped whiskey from the chipped Kiss Me, I'm Half Veela! coffee mug that he'd inherited along with his office. He liked the Dictaquills that took dictation in the Sorting Room: he liked how old-fashioned yet efficient they were. There were a good many things about the wizarding world that satisfied old Wednesday, and not least was its capacity to provide him with modern comforts without intrusive technology.

Still, he sometimes wondered if Dictaquills were sometimes less than wholly accurate. This milksop, good in a fight? Bah. There were fights and then there were fights.

"Tell me about the assessment of mages and fighters where you're from. How good is good?"

shaychlendel July 19 2008, 06:14:54 UTC

"I can only say from a Herald's standpoint," he answered, standing up straight and trying to look a little more respectable. "Those of us with the gift are expected to know everything from the most basic of magics to heavy offensive and defensive tactics, as well as have thorough weapons training for battlefield tactics." He paused, unsure how much detail he should go into.

"We are expected to possess the highest quality of moral fiber and exist only by virtue of being Chosen by a Companion," he recited, his head ringing for just a moment, thinking of Gala. Where was she?

callmewednesday July 19 2008, 17:06:16 UTC

"Those of you with what gift, precisely?" Wednesday was all brightly inquisitive, as though he actually gave a damn.

Well, all right, he was curious. Things divine and semi-divine, he generally knew about, thanks to his sacrifice on the World Tree, etcetera (word to the wise: best not to ask Wednesday about all that, lest ye be favored with a long dramatic speech that, were it in Old Norse, would also be a specific form of meter used for magic.) Things of neither nature he might not have heard about, especially if they came from another world. Wednesday, like Job's devil, had spent untold years going to and fro in the earth, and walking up and down in it, but that was this earth, Midgard. Wherever Tylendel came from, Wednesday hadn't been there ( ... )

shaychlendel July 19 2008, 17:22:34 UTC

"Mage-gift, Healing-gift, and Bardic-gift. For those with the Mage-gift, like myself, are trained until they reach adept-level, and are generally employed directly under the Queen and the Queen's own. Everyone gets training in healing, whether they have the gift or not, and those with the healing gift are given more extensive training to employ their healing magic. Bardic is just what it sounds like, magic through music. Everyone with the Gift, any one of them, is taken to the Collegium, with a separate area for Heralds, Healers, and Bardic." He smiled winningly, rather proud of himself. That this fellow was genuinely interested in his homeland was a credit to himself and to Valdemar.

callmewednesday July 20 2008, 04:49:25 UTC

"Luck's with you, then, to have landed at a magic school." A broadly expansive wave of the hand encompassed the Sorting Room as stand-in for the whole of Hogwarts. "Do you have a field of specialization? An elemental strength, perhaps?"

shaychlendel July 20 2008, 04:55:09 UTC

"We-el, I'm being trained to be an Adept, or I was until I came here," he said. Elemental magic was more... all-inclusive.

callmewednesday July 20 2008, 05:07:58 UTC

Wednesday affected an attitude of infinitely benign patience.

"Young man, I'm not from your neighborhood. On occasion I may need more explanation than you're accustomed to giving. You say 'Adept', and my thought is: adept in what?"

shaychlendel July 20 2008, 05:35:24 UTC

"Ah, Adept where I'm from is the title given to someone with the highest mastery of Magic possible. We go from Trainee to Journeyman to Adept, much like in most vocations."
He kept his back straight and his tone classroom-professional; this man made him feel like Savil was grilling him for facts.

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