shape shifting

Leyus was, most probably, at the lowest point of his life so far. He was in a cage. And, no, not the metaphorical one that somebody could put around themselves for whatever reason, he was in proper, real and tangible cage. Like the ones made from steel, locked with magical keys and almost...

A dire wolf in the Reach. Rabid. The beast salivating as it walked along the forest floor and its large paws crushed the leaves and grasses and little fallen twigs. Whistling. Shrieking through the trees. And the Javelin of Light struck the dire wolf and its body exploded. A catastrophic spray...

College of Stormhold Magic did what magic did, and nearly every one can perform a little, but like any other thing in this mortal world there were the haves, and have nots, the talented, and those that practice to a skill beyond raw talent. Jair had some talent, and a tremendous amount of raw...