Grimgor
10-26-2004, 03:12 PM
In light of me just having read WIzards Conclave, I feel like starting something based on that book *Will contain some spoilers*:
With Jenna and a lot of the Red Robes gone, Dalamar took up the administration of restoring the Tower. For the first few weeks, this went surprisingly well. Then the wild mages started showing up. Wielding powers only High Sorcerers was able to copy, they harrased everyone leaving Wayreth. Tracing teleportations and seeing flight, everyone that left, even for seconds was in danger of being torn apart by the chaotic wild mages. Driven to insanity by the defeat in Wayreth, many of the most vile of the wild mages attacked without thought of their own safety, making it hard to keep up a strong defense long enough to retaliate. After the third of the depleted perished, Dalamar personally saw to it that the mighiest wild mages learned that he did not appreciate his new face. Along with Coryn, he personally saw to it that the wild mages where scattered, then send the greatest mages out to clear them out. That proved to be harder than expected. A trap forced Dalamar and Coryn back into the tower, being too valuable to risk and other mages took it upon themselves to clear out the near infinite numbers of wild mages. They had gathered in camps putting the area, where Wayreth might appear, almost completly circled. After months of battle, the High Sorcerers was forced to retreat again. The wild mages still dominated the area and still threatened the ancient order and now it was time for retaliation. Many mages was sent to every concentration of Moon magic they could reach, there to kill enough mages to draw the others out.
This will circle around the Sorcerers defending themselves from the wild mages. My characters will vary, but I will use one more permanently:
Tiran was a dwarf, a black rope. having heard but fail to heed the call of the moons, he had fallen in to depression, hiding himself deep below the mountains until he, for some reason, forund the strength to emerge into the hated sunlight, away from his fellow dwarves. Possessing immense power, he had immediately taken it upon himself to find other of the ropes. He quickly located Jenna and joined some of her mages in finding new recruits. Usually, he merely added to everyone being suspicious about magic, but the occasional person found him interesting enough to become apprentices. When the wild mages besieged them, he had fought back with every gloom spell he possessed, many unique to his own study.
"They're at it again!" The dwarf roared as he sent a bolt of black cold into the trees surrounding them. A bonesplitting scream indicated that he had struck his mark. He grinned with what remained of his sounds and two more of the dark bolts appeared in his hands, ready to be hurled at everything that moved. A ray materialising to become a ram struck him at the side. He groaned as he dropped to a knee. Immediately, the wild mages started emerging, thinking themselves victorious. The dwarf hurled himself up again, hurling the bolts again. This time, they didn't explode. When they hit, they jumped on another, aurrounding five in all in black flame. Tiran clapped once, and the flames exploded. Charging to attack, he met another one head on, buying the others time to get on their feet.
With Jenna and a lot of the Red Robes gone, Dalamar took up the administration of restoring the Tower. For the first few weeks, this went surprisingly well. Then the wild mages started showing up. Wielding powers only High Sorcerers was able to copy, they harrased everyone leaving Wayreth. Tracing teleportations and seeing flight, everyone that left, even for seconds was in danger of being torn apart by the chaotic wild mages. Driven to insanity by the defeat in Wayreth, many of the most vile of the wild mages attacked without thought of their own safety, making it hard to keep up a strong defense long enough to retaliate. After the third of the depleted perished, Dalamar personally saw to it that the mighiest wild mages learned that he did not appreciate his new face. Along with Coryn, he personally saw to it that the wild mages where scattered, then send the greatest mages out to clear them out. That proved to be harder than expected. A trap forced Dalamar and Coryn back into the tower, being too valuable to risk and other mages took it upon themselves to clear out the near infinite numbers of wild mages. They had gathered in camps putting the area, where Wayreth might appear, almost completly circled. After months of battle, the High Sorcerers was forced to retreat again. The wild mages still dominated the area and still threatened the ancient order and now it was time for retaliation. Many mages was sent to every concentration of Moon magic they could reach, there to kill enough mages to draw the others out.
This will circle around the Sorcerers defending themselves from the wild mages. My characters will vary, but I will use one more permanently:
Tiran was a dwarf, a black rope. having heard but fail to heed the call of the moons, he had fallen in to depression, hiding himself deep below the mountains until he, for some reason, forund the strength to emerge into the hated sunlight, away from his fellow dwarves. Possessing immense power, he had immediately taken it upon himself to find other of the ropes. He quickly located Jenna and joined some of her mages in finding new recruits. Usually, he merely added to everyone being suspicious about magic, but the occasional person found him interesting enough to become apprentices. When the wild mages besieged them, he had fought back with every gloom spell he possessed, many unique to his own study.
"They're at it again!" The dwarf roared as he sent a bolt of black cold into the trees surrounding them. A bonesplitting scream indicated that he had struck his mark. He grinned with what remained of his sounds and two more of the dark bolts appeared in his hands, ready to be hurled at everything that moved. A ray materialising to become a ram struck him at the side. He groaned as he dropped to a knee. Immediately, the wild mages started emerging, thinking themselves victorious. The dwarf hurled himself up again, hurling the bolts again. This time, they didn't explode. When they hit, they jumped on another, aurrounding five in all in black flame. Tiran clapped once, and the flames exploded. Charging to attack, he met another one head on, buying the others time to get on their feet.