Recent content by Pomrick Bloomsfield

Whereas his two companions wore sparse or simple equipment, resting somewhat comfortably in their abilities, Pomrick was all kit and little confidence. Head: a kettle-helmet with filigree circling its rim and oversized goggles in the front that kept falling down over his eyes, and cursing...

At the mention of the maester's impeccable hair, Pomrick's hand drifted up to check on his own shaggy bushel, clasping red locks between his fingers. Huh. Leaning against his hand, it was a rather good support for his weary head. His eyes fluttered, and were forced open more than once; the right...

For once, Lady Luck favoured Pomrick. At least in terms of regaining his footing. In his blind panic, he had cast one of the spells he knew best. Invisibility. And when Mirthwind's staff levelled at Pomrick towards the end of his incantation, with a small plop, Pomrick vanished from sight...

The sphere of blue flame that manifested around him quickly snuffed out, as its caster fell downward. Splash. It seemed Pomrick's fate today was to get continually soaked. But if he had learned one thing, it was how to get out of a tricky spot quickly. It wasn't his skill of the arcane that saw...

Krellos noted Mirthwind's preparation, giving a nod of satisfaction. He turned towards Pomrick and the rest. "Magic is inherently volatile. It is imperative to note this before we even begin to toy with the idea of using it for martial purposes. Physical combat is already a chaotic affair. Now...

Mirthwind. His sheer name was near enough to set Krellos' teeth crunching against one another. The most senior student of this rabble, and happy to show it in his languid, insouciant lounging against a column worth more than the accumulated student debt of them all. There weren't many means of...

The more Nilamani talked, the more he joined together her explanation with tales he had heard as a child. Beware the fish-folk, they'll snatch your life away for a good word! I remember catching one in my net. Gave me a pearl to allow for its escape. Stay close to shore or the Nerevyn will...

Open to students of Elbion College. The grand Hall of Nullification enveloped the throng of students imperiously, its gilded marble floor and arcane glass enough to make any novice develop an increasing sense of inferiority. Its dome loomed so far above, any spirited youngster would have to...

Pomrick stared at the optic tapestry woven before his eyes. He tried to pay attention to the maester's words. He really did. But that illusory magic simply ended up taking over his headspace. He placed his chin in the cup of his hands, watching that strange dance between chaos and law like one...

A shudder went through Pomrick's spine, and another sneeze escaped his nostrils from the whirl of dust he and the fae had disturbed - though this time, it wasn't accompanied by any feathery explosions. Just plain old phlegm. Intuition told him it was time to take to his heels. The Spear...

Pomrick sniffed through his cerulean nose, nodding, pushing himself up from his comfortable seat with great effort. The bench wobbled as his heel caught it, nearly tripping him, before he and the piece of furniture refound their balance. He sighed again, more melodramatic than a tragedy...

Oh, so that was what it was. But . . . were they going to have a lesson on that? He thought it had all been about entities and such. Before he could start pondering whether he had arrived at the right class, he was being observed for his physiogno... Physic-gnomes... Something. He had no idea...

Pomrick's eyes rolled up to the very top of their sockets, trying to goggle up at the faerie riding his head. He winced and yelped at one of his locks being pulled: "Au! Wha--easy, I don't . . ." He paused, his understanding galloping to catch up with his still running mind. Did she say they...

A curious knot had taken root in Pomrick's stomach. He struggled to identify the feeling, but it certainly didn't feel good. As the Anirians further questioned Nilamani, he couldn't escape the notion that he ought to have been the one to ask these questions, ages ago. And now, these Anirian...

"Yes, I am from here . . ." He scratched his blue nose. It had started to itch something terrible now. "Well, we weren't always. Lived in the countryside, back when -- when I was a child." A warm feeling suffused him whenever he thought of those simpler days. Long days of work and long days of...