post-graduation

The days in the Academy infirmary went on. Most of it involved cycles of intense magical purging and rest, sessions of the former awful but blessedly much shorter than the latter. Kimble's cold magic wasn't just elemental ice. It could be deeply infectious like a disease, constantly inflicting...

Anirian Territory - The Academy Never once in it's five hundred years of history had the Academy been so quiet. There was no training within the yards, no shouting Proctors, no Initiates practicing their magics. It was an eerie, foreboding quiet, the sort which seemed to creep into the very...