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justlovereadin

He wouldn't need much of a plan to simply hide the Eldar Wand or find the strength to destroy it as Harry Potter did.

joeyblast

I'm torn between visiting Supernatural, a DC or Marvel universe for the next story in this series. Assuming I get that far I'll think about other worlds.

Alan

I tried to work the Burning Hands thing into the story earlier on, but it never seemed to fit. Glad I finally got to use it.

Mugen-Muse

I don't see why there would be an issue. Kol would never put on The Mask and no one knows he has it.

Morkail

I went back to the chapter and had Kol leave some money behind because it was a good idea.

Crossworlds 1 - Harry Potter

Part 47

Native American Reservation. Arizona.

Arranging a portkey to the home of some Apache tribe wasn't much work due to me being rich and what passed for the Ministry of Magic here in the States was much like back home in that gold would grease the normally slow-moving gears of a government.

This resulted in me getting permission to travel across the country and to appear near the office of a Native American Shaman who was a former teacher, a respected healer as well as an expert in the magical creatures of the area. He sounded like an impressive man who had mastered several subjects.

I found my way to the Shaman's office which was within a normal-looking building in what seemed to me to be a modern Muggle neighbourhood. There was no one to greet me even though the Shaman knew what time I would arrive, so I headed inside as the door had been left open.

Within I found what could be considered a doctor's office, I saw equipment suitable for use at a dentist's office and an optician. Either Doctor Elan was a man of even greater skill than imagined or other people were working here, serving the medical needs of the community that weren't needed for an emergency.

I didn't really know what to expect. Being British, born and raised, I knew much about mainstream American culture from the media, but I knew very little about the Native American populations other than how poorly they'd been treated in the past and that they had their own communities.

Given how old-fashioned looking the magic users of this world tend to seem when compared to the mundanes I could have been forgiven for thinking I'd end up somewhere that looked primitive, but this was all modern, at least for the people of this universe (I was used to slightly more advanced technology) but this facility was modern and mundane in appearance.

"Doctor Elan!" I called out.

I heard someone call out "Mr Hiddleston" so I headed towards the source of the noise and soon found myself in a study that would do any Ravenclase proud. Book-filled shelves were covering every part of the walls other than the window. The doctor's desk was mostly covered in paperwork, a few more books, and a laptop that I knew must be based on the technology that I had given to three nerds back when I'd first arrived in this universe.

No doubt they were all billionaires these days hanging out with Bill Gates, unless someone had managed to steal the technology from them or rip them when it came time to start selling it, and I didn't mind since I was a millionaire myself with more money than I knew what to do with.

"Doctor Elan?" I asked.

The man looked rather normal considering that he was supposed to be a shaman. He seemed like a No-Maj. That was the slightly less insulting term for Muggles that the magical humans used in this part of the world for those who can't cast spells.

"Ah yes you must be Mr Hiddleston," said the medical man as he got from his desk "The Brit who wants to see the Thunderbird".

My request wasn't so odd as American wand makers use Thunderbird feathers in their craft. I just wanted to see one of the magical birds up close so that I would be able to take its form in the future. I didn't know if I would ever need to start a storm, but it would be good to have the option.

"That's me," I said "You are the Shaman right?".

He seemed rather normal.

"Of course I am," said the doctor as he got up from behind his desk so he could come over and shake my hand "The community is well aware that I am a wielder of magic as well as a medical doctor".

I'd suspected as much given the layout of this place and I knew that in part of the Caribbean the Voodoo practices make no effort to hide their activities either.

"Doesn't that cause problems with MACUSA?" I asked.

At Hogwarts, we learned the sanitised version of the witch-hunts which make the Muggles seem harmless towards the wand-wavers and students are told that the magical went into hiding so the Muggles wouldn't bother us for solutions to all of their problems. MACUSA is different in that it acknowledges the truth, that the magical creatures and people went into hiding to prevent being wiped out by the muggles who had much greater numbers and were always improving upon their ability to horribly kill people.

"Our community is not part of MACUSA and we are not governed by the ICW" I was told.

Which meant that they didn't have to obey the Statue of Secrecy.

"As long as we don't expose the fact that our shamans can actually use magic to any outsiders they leave us alone" Elan explained.

Even though people in my homeland had heard of Native American tribes having a traditional healer and spiritual leader called a Medicine man, I doubted many people thought that they had real magical abilities. Much like the Voodoo practitioners they could hide in plain sight.

"But you came to see the Thunderbird not to discuss politics," said Doctor Elan "Have you also come to partake in a vision quest?".

Despite the name spelling it out for the most part I wasn't totally sure what that would involve. It could be a bit of work given that it was a type of quest.

"What is involved in the vision quest?" I asked.

I was invited to sit down.

"You would go into isolation for a few days at a sacred site, you would be required to fast and to inhale smoke from herbs that I would prepare" it was explained to me "Then you would commune with the spirits and they would show you a glimpse of your future. Perhaps aid you in finding your purpose?".

I mulled this over.

"This isn't something you normally offer an outsider is it?" I asked.

I had a feeling it wouldn't be.

"No" confirmed Doctor Elan "It was requested by the coyote who watches over this community".

It was explained to me that Native Americans saw the coyote as both a saviour and a villain, depending on the circumstances because they were tricksters. I figured that this was something to do with Loki, something he'd set up in advance.

"And in exchange for granting you an audience with the Thunderbird and sending you on the vision quest I must request a service from you," Elan said.

It wouldn't be anything simple if he couldn't handle it himself.

"You must defeat the wendigo that plagues this community," Elan told me.

Those creatures existed in this world, they were malevolent, cannibalistic, supernatural beings. They were strongly associated with winter, coldness, famine, and starvation. The Wendigo is seen as the embodiment of gluttony, greed, and excess: never satisfied after killing and consuming one person, when active they are constantly searching for new victims to prey upon.

It was believed that humans overpowered by greed could turn into wendigos so they act as a warning against selfishness, they encourage cooperation as well as moderation within a group. Humans could also turn into wendigos by being in contact with them for too long.

While they normally prefer colder climates they can be born through cannibalism and greed so there is a possibility one could be found anywhere although in all my studies I'd never read of one being outside of North America.

"MACUSA must have procedures in place to deal with Wendigos," I said.

Such creatures were too dangerous to let run loose because they eat people. They can't be wiped out because they are spirits that infest certain people, but you can destroy the host body and bind a spirit from what I knew. Much like how the Dementors are at least partly bound to Azkaban.

"We do not want MACUSA to interfere with our community" Elan let me know "They would use the Wendigo as an excuse to enforce their laws here and I would be made to separate myself from the community".

Not as selfish as it might sound since he was the local doctor, dentist and a few other things by the looks of things. The people here would suffer without him or be forced to pay outsiders for their aid.

"I've never faced a Wendigo before" I admitted.

It wasn't something Professor Lupin covered in Defence Against the Dark Arts because the creatures don't exist in Europe. Cortana did her best to help by showing me an image and some text that I must have read sometime over the last few years.

"All I know for sure is that they don't like fire," I said.

Elan called for someone.

"Dyani!" he shouted.

Before long a young woman appeared. She was beautiful with very dark hair and equally dark eyes, as well as a petite frame not well hidden under a short summer dress.

"Yes, Grandfather, what is it?" she asked.

Elan gestured for her to sit down.

"Mr Hiddleston, this is Dyani, my granddaughter she attended Ilvermorny until last year," he said.

Ilvermorny was basically just American Hogwarts from what I understood. They even had school houses only while Hogwarts houses were based on the classical elements (Gryffindor symbolizes Fire, Ravenclaw symbolizes Air, Hufflepuff symbolizes Earth and Slytherin symbolizes Water) at Ilvermorny the mind is represented by Horned Serpent; the body, Wampus; the heart, Pukwudgie and the soul, Thunderbird. Others say that Horned Serpent favours the scholars, Wampus are the warriors, Pukwudgies are the healers and Thunderbirds become adventurers.

"She will go with you to destroy the Wendigo and to contain the spirit" Elan stated "That is if you agree to go".

If I wasn't going alone, this became far less stupid of an idea, and I did want to become a warlock. Helping to defeat a Wendigo is the adventure I'd been looking for when planning to travel the world. This was just sooner than expected.

"Very well," I said.

Hopefully, I would earn myself some sweet XP.

(Line Break)

The Wilderness. Arizona.

"You should drop the glamour" advised Dyani as we headed into the Wilderness "You're not fooling me".

Since I wasn't using my illusion power right now I wondered what she meant.

"I know that you aren't showing me your true self," she said.

Given that I'd fooled many witches and wizards I was surprised that someone just out of school could see through my disguise. Perhaps she had some natural gift that let her know that I was putting on a persona as well as keeping my base form hidden.

I shifted back into my base form, which exposed the fact that this body looked to be about fifteen. My eyes didn't change and my hair was just shorter in this form. I was a little shorter but other than that there wasn't really much difference as far as I could see.

"You are a metamorphmagus," said the local woman "Not it's more than that".

She stopped for a moment so she could study me.

"You have something of the coyote within you. You look young, but you are not" stated Dyani "How can you be older than your body?".

Quickly I tried to think of what to say.

"I'm complicated," I told her "I'm not fully human anymore".

She considered my words.

"Grandfather says that you know the coyote," she mentioned.

You could say that. That coyote either was some aspect of Loki I felt sure or any ally. I didn't think a mortal could understand.

"He is my patron," I said "He likes to change forms so he looks different when we meet".

There was no sense in lying to this young woman. It wasn't as if she was going to turn up at Hogwarts and expose me.

"So what is your real name?" Dyani asked, "There's no Mr Hiddleston".

I told her what I wanted to be called.

"My name is Kol," I said, "Or Kol the Red Mage if you want to be formal".

That didn't mean much to her.

"What makes you red?" she wondered.

A good question.

"It's a class system of sorts" I tried to explain "Mages who heal and cast spells to strengthen their allies are white mages. Mages who use magic to only attack are black mages. Red mages such as myself mostly use offensive magic mixed in with some supporting magic".

Dyani gave me a puzzled look.

"Wouldn't that make you grey rather than red?" she asked.

Not exactly.

"Red Mages also use blades, knives and swords, unlike other mages who use staffs or wands or whatever" I answered, "but what makes us different is that we are 'jack-of-all-trades' meaning that we don't specialise in any one branch of magic for fighting. This means that I'll never be a great healer or the best at duelling, but I'm very versatile".

I'd known from the start that whoever was after the world seed wouldn't be someone who I could take down in a fight no matter how many curses I learned, and that was why I'd risked becoming a follower of Loki as tricky served me better than force, and why I didn't bother with the dark arts. It was best to have a wide range of skills and spells at my command rather than devote myself to the dark arts or becoming a master of transfiguration.

"You can duel right?" Dyani asked, "I need you to keep the Wendigo away from me while I perform the ritual to bind the spirit to the Wendigo's lair. Can you do that?".

In theory at least.

"Wendigo like darkness, cold and will move to attack close up," I said, "I'll keep my distance while using both fire and light spells to weaken it, then I will do my best to disable the creature with conjured rope. It won't hold for long, so I hope the ritual isn't a complex one".

Dyani seemed to approve of my words.

"The Wendigo is a creature of death and winter" she reminded me "It is summer and the sun is up so the creature will at its weakest".

I'd become a powerful wizard, but I wasn't a brash Gryffindor, I fought smart. I made use of my enemy's weaknesses and made sure the odds were in my favour if possible.

"We'll stop here," said Dyani as we crossed a stream "I need to prepare".

As did I. So as soon as the local woman was out of sight I began to change. My comfortable muggle clothes were replaced by my Kol outfit as I liked to call it. Thick dragonhide boots, tough trousers and a plain black t-shirt under my dwarven-made chainmail. My goblin silver bracers would come in handy if I had to use my arm to shield myself from a bite or a claw attack. I covered all of that with my Thestral hide coat.

"No sword?" a voice asked "The hero should have a sword when he faces a monster".

Quickly I turned to see that Dyani had returned and she wore an outfit that seemed far more like something you see a Native American woman wearing on the television.

"I do have a couple," I said, "But I've not gotten much practice with them. I can summon them, but I'd rather not go hand-to-hand with a monster that can easily tear grown mean apart".

She didn't seem to mind me looking her up and down.

"So why the Pocahontas outfit?" I asked, "Is it part of the ritual?".

I'd assumed so and I didn't mind the change as the dress was short on her.

"Please don't tell me she's the only Native American woman you've ever heard about?" she asked, not bothering to answer my question.

I gave it some thought and tried to think back to my history classes in High School. Mostly it had been British colonisation and the rebellion of the traitorous George Washington who would have been hung for treason against the king who had sworn to serve if events had worked out a little differently. The difference between a rebel and a freedom fighter depends on who wins the war.

"Sacagawea," I said "She guided Lewis and Clarke on their famous explorations".

Dyani smiled at me.

"At least you are not totally ignorant" she teased.

We headed out and I didn't bother to point out that she wouldn't be able to name many famous English people. Along the way, she passed me a token which was supposed to protect me from possession attempts by the spirit that could turn a man into a monster. She insisted that I keep it with me always as people exposed to a Wendigo are at risk of becoming one because they will be known to the evil spirit. Although if it was bound on the other side of the world I should be fine. But there was no sense in taking the risk.

"So was the Wendigo anyone you knew?" I asked, "I doubt that the creature has been out here for long or someone else would have dealt with it".

Dyani stopped for a moment.

"I didn't know him myself," she said "While I was at school a member of the community stole from the casino. The profits from the casino pay for everything here. The school, my Grandfather's practice, and even my education, so it was a crime against everyone. The thief must have come out here to hide the money and the spirit found him".

Before long we came across a cave the entrance of which was partially blocked by burning branches. The flames being produced were odd and I could feel the magic.

"Is that Gubraithian Fire?" I asked.

Also known as Everlasting fire, it was a flame which had been enchanted to burn forever without dying. Magic itself was the fuel and enchantment like this was well beyond my skill level. As far as I knew only wizards like Grindlewald, Dumbledore and maybe Voldemort could harness such powerful magic.

"Grandfather made it to keep the Wendigo contained," Dyani told me.

Then he was a very powerful Shaman and worthy of my respect.

"No offence, but why aren't I here with him?" I wondered "Or why didn't the two of you handle this already?".

Dyani wasn't upset by my words.

"Grandfather is getting old, he's already lived for over a century," she told me "I must be prepared to take his place and be the Medicine Woman for the community".

That made sense. Dyani had to step up and prove she was ready, yet it would be foolish to send her alone. Sending her along with her Grandfather wouldn't really prove much, but I was just an assistant, meant to distract the monster while she did the real work.

"Now I need to start the ritual," said the local woman "The Wendigo will attack even with the fire, but the monster will be hurt by the magical flames, and that will make it easier for you to harm the creature. Then together we can destroy the physical form of the Wendigo and the spirit will again be trapped here".

If the spirit was the lost soul of some poor sod I could have used my Deathly Hollow to banish it, but the spirits were different from souls. The spirit was a part of winter, the season of death, primal hunger, it could not be destroyed by any method I knew.

Dyani began the ritual and before long the creature appeared. It came up to the mouth of the cave but did not venture further. The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, like a famine victim who had died and begun to decay, and that would certainly explain the smell. It had the teeth of a predator and claws as well. I knew better than to be fooled by its frail-looking form.

I used the Final Fantasy spell Protection. I didn't know how the spell worked in real life, but it was light magic so it should help.

Elan's grandaughter was now chanting something and burning herbs judging by the smell and that must have set the creature off as it suddenly leapt out of the cave. I almost froze in fright, but I had duellist reflexes and a lot of practice using them.

I cast Dia, an Enfeebling spell from some Final Fantasy world, to further blind the monster, which didn't like the sunlight at all as far as I could tell. Then I waved my wand and ropes appeared to trap the creature, but it was far stronger than it looked and soon it had freed itself.

"Incendio" was my next spell.

The creature roared and backed away before it rolled around to put out the flames. Meanwhile, I switched back to Final Fantasy magic and watched as earth from around me formed together into a projectile before striking the monster. It staggered back and I kept attacking, throwing magic around like it was going out of style.

Before long I had the creature pinned down by having damaged its legs with a few well-aimed cutting charms, before tying it up again. As Dyani ended her ritual and joined her efforts with mine. She caused the roots of nearby trees to aid us in keeping the creature contained. I add some conjured rope to help the effort.

"Kill it with fire!" she yelled.

I did as she wished and sent as much magical fire and the wendigo as possible. The corrupted vessel of the spirit burned up and some sort of darkness flew back inside the cave that Dyani used her magic to collapse the entrance.

"The spirit is contained," she said "It will return one day, but that could be centuries from now".

This must have counted as a boss fight and the creature had been a living thing even if had been possessed. I knew this as I'd levelled as a Red Mage. I knew that aside from simply becoming more powerful I had access to two new spells. Baraero, which can help me to resist air-based magic, along with Slow which didn't need any explanation and would have come in handy during the fight that had just ended.

"We should leave the cursed place before it gets dark," Dyani told me "Just to be on the safe side".

That was fine with me. This hadn't taken much effort, but when dealing with dark magic you couldn't be too careful.

(Line Break)

Native American Reservation. Arizona.

It had been hours or days, it was impossible to tell, the smoke from the burned herbs had dulled my mind and messed with my sense of time. I was cut from everyone here in this crude tent which might be a yurt. Even Cortana had put herself into something akin to standby mode so I was truly alone.

While I hadn't eaten or spoken to anyone in what could be days or mere hours. I was fairly certain that I was more stoned than the average person at Woodstock. I felt good and for once I wasn't worried at all about my plans or what Hermione would say to me once I got back to England.

My messed-up sense of time aside I felt fairly sure that I'd spent a good chunk of an afternoon watching the shadows of branches move in a breeze. Mostly I thought about Dyani, the powerful young witch and trainee shaman who had stated that we would be spending some time together once I was done with my quest.

I didn't know when that was going to be, but given that a coyote was at the tent's entrance and seemed to be beckoning me to follow it I had a feeling that I was finally getting somewhere. I followed the canine creature out of the yurt and into the woods. Oddly it was nighttime here rather than daytime like it had been a moment ago.

"Oh is this the spirit world?" I asked of the coyote.

I'd been told by Doctor Elan before coming here that in the traditions of some Native American tribes, the souls of the dead pass into a spirit world, where they can occasionally still communicate with the living through dreams or the intercession of medicine people. It is supposed to be possible for the spirit of a living person to enter this realm without actually dying and to commune with the dead and the spirits.

I wondered if this realm was where Harry Potter goes when he's that very white version of King's Cross Station. All I saw was a dark forest that worryingly reminded me of Shepard's funky dreams in Mass Effect 3. Although the worrying part might be that this was how I perceived this realm rather than the nature of the realm itself.

As I walked around I saw the impression of people, shadowy figures that spoke of things I didn't understand. Were they ghosts or the reflection of the living in this realm? I didn't pay too much attention to them as I had to follow the coyote. Doing so seemed very important for some reason.

"What do you want to see?" the coyote asked.

The spirit didn't open itself mouth the words were just there for me to hear. It wasn't telepathy either as I heard the words normally as far as I could tell.

"I want to see the dark lord," I said.

My choice of what to see had been decided by me some time ago as I needed to know about Voldemort. I just couldn't leave this world knowing that I might have condemned it to ruin by messing with Potter's fate I just wasn't enough of a bastard to do that.

The scene around me changed to something similar to a memory seen in a Pensive, only more colourful and vivid, and it certainly wasn't a memory as I could see people I knew from school only they were older. I was also fairly certain that Diagon Alley had never looked like a warzone during one of the times I'd visited.

Spells were being fired between two groups of wand wavers, one mostly made up of Aurors and Ministry workers judging by their clothing. The other group looked much better equipped, they had dragonhide armour and carried weapons even if they were using their wands. Bolts of different coloured lights were being thrown about as the two sides fought.

"Surrender in the name of the Ministry" ordered a wizard before he was hit by something that knocked him to the ground in a small explosion.

"Fuck the Ministry!" someone yelled.

That had to be one of the Creevy brothers, they were muggleborn wizards, and they were being led by Hermione, who looked as if she was leading the attack. She had a look in her eyes I'd never seen before. I didn't like it.

"The oppression will end!" someone else called out.

That had to be Justin Finch-Fletchley, another Muggleborn who I had seen at S.P.A.M meetings.

There was a crack of displaced air as an older-looking Harry Potter appeared. He was dressed as an Auror, and I thought that a waste of his potential, he could have been so much more than a Ministry poster boy and an enforcer of their tyranny.

"It's over Granger!" Potter ordered, "Stand down!".

He hadn't come here on his own.

"Come quietly and you will be shown leniency" promised Neville Longbottom, who looked quite different from when I'd last seen him "Resit and we have been authorised to use deadly force".

That was when I appeared, or rather a possible future version of me. Clearly, I had embraced becoming Kol as I wore the outfit openly as I was duelling with Aurors in broad daylight so I'd also said fuck it to the idea of subtly at some point. There was no mask this time and my outfit looked a bit different, but I couldn't see the details.

"It's the Dark Lord" one of the Aurors shouted.

That took me a moment to come to terms with so I was glad that the vision had stopped as the two sides really started fighting.

"A dark lord to some, a saviour to others, a liberator to your friends," said the coyote "That is who you will become if you stay in this world".

Perhaps fighting for equality would be worth it despite the damage done, but it wasn't my purpose, I was meant for something else, something more than squabbles of the wand wavers.

"What about Voldemort?" I asked.

The spirit animal turned to me.

"His soul is lost" was all it said.

I was feeling a little letdown.

"Is that all you have to show me?" I asked.

The spirit looked at me.

"It is all you need to see" I was told.

That didn't help me much, and as I woke up, picking myself up off the floor of the yurt, I wondered if had been worth my time to see that. I decided that it had, as I could have easily fallen into the role of head of a revolutionary movement quite easily. I had the power and the wealth to become such a leader, and my people skills weren't as bad as I sometimes thought them to be.

I now felt more certain than ever that my task was to guard the world seed and that meant becoming more than a mere wizard. I would travel the multiverse and take Hermione with me because if I left her behind she was going to cause all sorts of trouble even without me backing her, I just knew it.

(Line Break)

Native American Reservation. Arizona.

As it turned out the ritual used to summon the Thunderbird was not a long one, but it was thrilling as I could feel the power in the air as the storm began and the majestic creature swooped down from the sky to land on the totem that bore its image. I noticed right away how much bigger than Fawks this magical bird looked.

Unlike its distant cousin the Phoenix the Thunderbird did not sing a song that lifted the mood of the good. Instead, when this creature sang the storm picked up. The people around me were chatting and banging on drums in a way that added greatly to the ambience of this special event.

I could feel the power in the air, it was different from what I'd felt before. I was slightly tuned to the element of air due to a ritual I'd taken part in. Now I could feel the true power of the element of air, the thunder that shook the sky, the lightning that lit up the darkness and the wind that felt strong enough to knock me down.

Then the storm died down and the Thunderbird flapped its wings at me until three feathers came over to me and I picked them up off the ground. Once I had then secured the majestic creature flapped its wings again and took off into the sky even as I was forced down into the mud. Soon it was disappearing into the now-setting sun.

"I've never seen a Thunderbird give someone so many feathers unless they were a respected wandcrafter," said Dyani as I began to clean myself up "Are you going to have one of them used in a new wand?".

While I might stop by at Jimmy Kiddell's Wonderful Wands in Diagon Alley, as Ollivander would never use Thunderbird feathers as a wand core. I was not sure if I wanted to be parted from my aspen and phoenix feather wand. My wand had never failed me, but it was the magical tool of John Hiddleston the Hogwarts student, not Kol the Red Mage.

It wouldn't be a good idea to use a wandcrafter here in America due to the need for wand permits and the length of time required to make wands. I could do with spares because when I'm off in another universe I don't want to have to drop what I was doing and come back to this dimension.

The Ministry of Magic back in Britain doesn't outright forbid the ownership of more than one wand, as if nothing else old families tend to collect them as members of the family die, but they do discourage it by subsidizing the cost of wands from Ollivanders who would only sell a person a single wand since he makes wands that chose the witch or wizard. Plus there is a bond between the magical person and their wand.

Since I was gifted the feathers by a magical creature willingly during a powerful ritual any wands made with them might be okay with bonding with me since the cores would all have the same source. If it didn't work then it would only cost me money to have them made and I had plenty of that.

"I'll take them to a wandcrafter when I get home" I decided.

Dyani seemed upset about something.

"You're not leaving now are you?" she asked.

I hadn't arranged a portkey back because I didn't need one. As long as I knew where I was going, then I could travel by fire in my phoenix form and the ship wasn't due to take me back across the pond until next week.

"No I don't have to go anywhere" I answered.

This made her happy and she decided to invite me to dinner at her place. Unless I was misunderstanding the situation I figured that our time together could lead to something I would very much enjoy.

Character Sheet

Name: Kol the Red Mage.

Level: Level 13

Class: Red Mage

Weapons: Wand, Scepter, Goblin-Silver Dagger, Rapier, Celtic sword. Dwarven-made bronze daggers.

Armour: Thestral Coat, Chainmail, Dragonhide Boots and Goblin silver Bracers.

Angelic Powers: Shapeshifting, Illusions, Burning Hands.

FF Spells: Dia, Cure, Stone, Poison, Barstone, Barsleep, Parazlyse, Protect, Blind, Barwater, Barpoison, Barparalyze, Aquaveil, Bind, Baraero and Slow.

FF Skills: Chainspell, Sword Fighting, Dagger Fighting.

FF Traits: Resist Petrify

Wizard Magic: Wand Magic, Wandless Magic, Mind Arts, Potion Making, Duelling, Apparition, Apportation.

Special Items: The Resurrection Stone. Protective Token.

Companions: An AI called Cortana.