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“...aside from more.... physical practices." Rhys felt the fear in Focraig’s tone, an echo of his own, and met the other mage’s eyes. Pain. Yes, he, too, remembered pain, and understood the unspoken agreement not to discuss it. Such things were best forgotten, and quickly suppressed when they...

“Nor I,” Rhys admitted, glancing reflexively away from Focraig’s blue gaze. And yet the other mage’s enthusiasm was catching, and Rhys found his spirit lifted somewhat from the dreary depths of solitude in which he had been living. He slowly sipped his tea, enjoying its warmth and allowing his...

Rhys ran a hand through his mess of red hair, disconcerted at the thought of the student attempting to translate a volume as complex as Muinil’s Treatise with a dictionary. “Eh,” he stuttered, panicking on her behalf, “Well, yes... we can find you one, I suppose. But, perhaps... um, that is...

The chill from the ice-mage’s touch spiked sharply up Rhys’s arm, causing the old wounds deep within his shoulder to ache intensely and a brief pang of discomfort to flash across his face. The sensation passed quickly, but Rhys reflexively pulled his woolen cloak around himself to guard against...

Rhys was sitting on the library’s stone floor, reading with his back against the stacks, when a small voice hailed him from above. He looked up into a pair of young, blue eyes. “Would you know where I could find Muinil’s Treatise for Magi-Metallurgy?” the student asked. His thoughts shifted...

Rhys felt a sharp chill as someone entered the bookseller’s shop, and pulled his wool cloak tightly around himself to guard against what he presumed was a draft from the briefly opened door. Maester Osric looked up from his perusal of the book Rhys had offered him to greet the new customer, and...

It was the changing weather that had drawn Rhys’s thoughts to this particular book. As the warm sun melted the packed snow at the edges of Elbion’s streets, Rhys was reminded of a book in his collection that focused entirely on runic magic inscribed upon ice. How fascinating, that a magic so...

“We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?” -Ursula K. LeGuin Four months. Rhys opened his eyes as the early light of dawn crept through the small window at the top of his chamber. Had it truly been four months? He sat up, looking himself over...

Bells rang out across the city, starting at what Aaron knew to be the central temple and growing steadily closer, a wave of sound crested by an urgency that sank into the very marrow of his bones. Screams echoed out around them, and suddenly the guards were no longer the enemy that the city’s...

Oh gods no... thought Rhys, as Aaron plunged into the fray. He and the other soldiers used their armored bodies and polearms to push the peasants back away from the gate. But the peasants had the advantage of numbers, and the mob’s realization that it held sufficient power to potentially overrun...

Rhys stepped into the mirror-realm of dream and thought as one steps through a door. He arrived in a place of his own making, created from a memory not his own, but one he had encountered years ago and adapted to his own purpose. An oak tree, hundreds of years old, grew tall and wide in a field...

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