Cold Emotions
"You dare attack me here? Do you even know who you face?" Irenicus mulled the words over, surprisingly calm for a man faced with five attackers. Suddenly, his face contorted with rage and he roared "You will suffer, you will all suffer!"
The black cloaked thieves ran forward, three had knives and short swords, two had bows. Irenicus launched a Flesh to Stone spell and incinerated the remaining attackers.
In a frighteningly leisurely manner, he disintegrated the remaining foe. The bland emotionless expression returned to his masked face as he swung towards the two figures standing on a heap of rubble. "So god-child you have escaped, you are more perceptive than I had thought."
"You aren't going to torture us anymore!" Imoen's clear voice sounded as she readied herself for casting.
"Torture?" Irenicus wondered "Silly girl you don't understand what I'm doing do you?"
"We don't care what you are doing, let us go!" Imoen sounded desperate now, practically pleading with the mage.
"I won't let you leave, not when I'm so close to unlocking your power!" Irenicus said, a note of enthusiasm entered his voice.
"We don't want anything from you," Imoen replied and with a twirl of her arm, five magic missiles launched themselves at Irenicus. They dissipitated when they got an inch away from his flesh.
"Enough! I will no longer listen to the babbling of ignorant children!" Irenicus threw a Hold Person spell at the girl's companion and then knocked the girl off her feet with a concussion of energy," Irenicus stepped forward, eager to reclaim his prizes.
"This is any unsanctioned use of magical energy," A voice boomed, dozens of portals opened and grey cowled wizards, stepped out.
"All involved will be held," A deeper voice broke in "This disturbance is over!"
Irenicus still kept his icy demeanor and said "Must I be interrupted at every turn, enough of this!" The Cowled Wizards and Irenicus began to cast spells of amazing power. But, it was clear that Irenicus was their superior. They lay dead now, some bloody chunks of meat, others will barely a scratch.
Five more teleported in, and Irenicus readied another spell.
"This mage's power is immense! We must overcome him quickly," Clearly, the second wave had seen Irenicus' earlier slaughter of their fellows.
"Enough, I haven't the time for this!" Irenicus said tiredly, as if he had an urgent appointment and the wizards were annoying delays.
"You will cease your spell casting and come with us!" This voice lacked the authority of its predecessors.
"Your pathetic magics are useless, let this end!" Irenicus sounded threatening, and several of the Cowled Wizards began to tremble.
"Even if we fall our numbers are many, you will be overwhelmed," The same voice stated. Irenicus' mask twisted into a mockery of thought. The mask's features relaxed.
"Very well mageling, you may take me in but you will take the girl as well!" Irenicus said. The Cowled Wizard shivered but nodded his assent.
"What? No, but I've done nothing wrong!" Imoen screamed in despair.
"You have been involved in Illegal use of magic, you will come with us," Another wizard replied coldly
"No help me please!" Imoen pleaded with her frozen companion. He couldn't reply.
Once the wizards and Irenicus had departed, Imoen's Held companion relaxed his posture and sat heavily down amidst the debris.
Hundreds of people were converging on the crater and I knew I had to leave before Soldiers arrived. I picked myself up from the rubble and dusted my black and silver mage robes. I turned from the site and limped slowly into the colorful scenery of the City of coin.