An Idea from an Old Mage Game
Years and Years ago... I believe during my second year at the Academy I was inspired to write a short story on a series of post-it notes during a class. This little story became the inspiration for an NPC in mage campaign that I was running who pulled shards of the avatar storm directly to empower himself. I think that the NPC I pulled in from the realm of duels was the mentor, which is funny because the story implied that he was going to win. Here it is for those that are interested.
A barren land of sand and rock bridged the distance between the two warriors. Standing still, they faced each other with both respect and contempt.
Adorned in brilliantly greene and Romanesque robes, the shorter of the two saluted his mentor. Even as he prepared to end the life of this man, he saluted with great respect.
Standing tall, the mentor, in his fiery red robes, bowed in recognition. As he lifted his head, both turned to face the sun.
“We stand here this day, in the realm of duels, asking for your permission to do battle.” sang them both in unison, a harmonious experience indeed.
The sun began to shift. The rounded shape quickly became a rectangle. Brilliantly burning high in the sky, the oscillating box of flame suddenly burst its top. A squared face of a man with flaming hair stared down at them. He replaced the sun, but held its light.
“Why do you duel, young Akashic brothers?”
“This elder’s strength of the mind has not overcome the weakness of the heart. He has corrupted one of my daughters, and will die for it.”
“You contest this, Brother of Elsid, Son of the fiery warrior?”
“I have not done as he says, but I will not dishonor his challenge. Know on this day that I take no pleasure in destroying such a great student of mine.”
“Since this is so, you will fight. Begin.”
The green warrior slowly moves into his stance. His muscles tense as he bends his knees and leans forward. Hundreds of dazzling green crystals begin to float towards the warrior. They meet his hands that are cupped at his side waiting to gather them.
As his hands begin to hold the crystals, a green ball of energy begins to shift into visibility a few feet in front of him.
He smiles at this and closes his eyes to center himself.
The mentor watches his student prepare. Many times before has he seen this move. He know what to do, and so he began.
Standing as he did before, he simply holds his hands out before him. Red crystals begin to float downwards from the sky above him. They first contact his hands and then begin to arrange themselves in an outline of his upper body. As this process continues, a red orb of energy begins to grow in size on his chest.
Wisps of swirling green energy form over the warrior. He floats into the air and another forms below him. The ball finishes materializing. The translucent ball is internally pervaded by shifting electrical storms.
The last of the crystals settle into his hands. He opens his eyes and glances about verifying the presence gathering power and the globe of Prime.
Across the chasm, a figure silhouetted in red, centered by an orb containing violent flames, bellows his battle cry as the crystals become a flaming shell. Feeling the power of the fire course through him and leap into the sky, he ponders his student:
“How could he be the best? Look at those eyes darting about unfocused. He has so much power, but is not confident in his own senses. With more training... but he will fall here.”
A barren land of sand and rock bridged the distance between the two warriors. Standing still, they faced each other with both respect and contempt.
Adorned in brilliantly greene and Romanesque robes, the shorter of the two saluted his mentor. Even as he prepared to end the life of this man, he saluted with great respect.
Standing tall, the mentor, in his fiery red robes, bowed in recognition. As he lifted his head, both turned to face the sun.
“We stand here this day, in the realm of duels, asking for your permission to do battle.” sang them both in unison, a harmonious experience indeed.
The sun began to shift. The rounded shape quickly became a rectangle. Brilliantly burning high in the sky, the oscillating box of flame suddenly burst its top. A squared face of a man with flaming hair stared down at them. He replaced the sun, but held its light.
“Why do you duel, young Akashic brothers?”
“This elder’s strength of the mind has not overcome the weakness of the heart. He has corrupted one of my daughters, and will die for it.”
“You contest this, Brother of Elsid, Son of the fiery warrior?”
“I have not done as he says, but I will not dishonor his challenge. Know on this day that I take no pleasure in destroying such a great student of mine.”
“Since this is so, you will fight. Begin.”
The green warrior slowly moves into his stance. His muscles tense as he bends his knees and leans forward. Hundreds of dazzling green crystals begin to float towards the warrior. They meet his hands that are cupped at his side waiting to gather them.
As his hands begin to hold the crystals, a green ball of energy begins to shift into visibility a few feet in front of him.
He smiles at this and closes his eyes to center himself.
The mentor watches his student prepare. Many times before has he seen this move. He know what to do, and so he began.
Standing as he did before, he simply holds his hands out before him. Red crystals begin to float downwards from the sky above him. They first contact his hands and then begin to arrange themselves in an outline of his upper body. As this process continues, a red orb of energy begins to grow in size on his chest.
Wisps of swirling green energy form over the warrior. He floats into the air and another forms below him. The ball finishes materializing. The translucent ball is internally pervaded by shifting electrical storms.
The last of the crystals settle into his hands. He opens his eyes and glances about verifying the presence gathering power and the globe of Prime.
Across the chasm, a figure silhouetted in red, centered by an orb containing violent flames, bellows his battle cry as the crystals become a flaming shell. Feeling the power of the fire course through him and leap into the sky, he ponders his student:
“How could he be the best? Look at those eyes darting about unfocused. He has so much power, but is not confident in his own senses. With more training... but he will fall here.”