Mages of the Isle Part I: The 14 stones of Eldire
Chapter 2:
"HAAA!!!" Peter screamed as he simultaneously threw a fire vial at his captors feet, and drew his sword with a backwards-slicing motion, ready for battle.
"Careful, it's just me, I was joking man!" The figure said. It was Jamago, Another of Peter's friends. He was shooting a water stream from his left pointer-finger at his burning shoe and holding off Peter's sword with his dagger-filled right hand.
Peter let down his guard. "DON"T DO THAT! You know we are trained to defend ourselves against attackers. It's more of a reaction then a choice. And what's with the cloak?"
Jamago was donning a long, hooded, black cloak, that would flicker in and out of reality. Anything behind it past his body was totally visible when it flickered out, especially when he stood perfectly still. The dead giveaway was how anything that you sould see through the cloak couldn't be seen in a reflection. All that reflected in Peter's shining polished armour was a black abyss where the cloak should be.
"It's my new assasin suit. I'm becoming one you know. The master trainer in Niobi village is teaching me personally." Jamago said with glee.
"No way! I've been trying to get into that school for years, and you got in like that, to be trained by the master no less!" Peter replied "What did you do, save his life?"
"In a way. I saved his prize winning pheonixes. His very best one, Grogan, was flying away thanks to a spell cast on it by, guess who?"
"No, he wouldn't!"
"Yep, that's right, Mordim."
Peter's eyes burned with a firey rage. His regular blue tint could barely be made out, but it was changing colours like crazy, from blue, to green, to grey, to blood red. "I hate Mordim. He's the biggest loser on the island. He thinks he's so good just because he's the general's son!"
"He's also the best fighter on the island. I don't think any of us could take him, even if we had the best armour on the island. Sure, in a magic duel, he'd lose like that, but not a weapons duel."
"Oh, I could beat him. If I had Glamdring. Then his shine blade would be no match for me."
Peter, Peter, Peter, they've been looking for that sword for ten generations. What makes you think you'd find it? I'd be just as likely to find the Hands of Chimbodwa."
"Actually, I have a plan. You see, nobody has has ever checked south of the swamp. I'll search there!"
"You know that it's forbidden to go there. Some of the monsters that inhabit that region are still unknown. You could get killed!"
"Yah, well, I'm so limited, I'm getting bored. I need something exciting to happen. And if it won't come to me, I'll have to go to it!"
Peter flew home, in a furious rage, his boots running out of charge halfway there.
Chapter 2:
"HAAA!!!" Peter screamed as he simultaneously threw a fire vial at his captors feet, and drew his sword with a backwards-slicing motion, ready for battle.
"Careful, it's just me, I was joking man!" The figure said. It was Jamago, Another of Peter's friends. He was shooting a water stream from his left pointer-finger at his burning shoe and holding off Peter's sword with his dagger-filled right hand.
Peter let down his guard. "DON"T DO THAT! You know we are trained to defend ourselves against attackers. It's more of a reaction then a choice. And what's with the cloak?"
Jamago was donning a long, hooded, black cloak, that would flicker in and out of reality. Anything behind it past his body was totally visible when it flickered out, especially when he stood perfectly still. The dead giveaway was how anything that you sould see through the cloak couldn't be seen in a reflection. All that reflected in Peter's shining polished armour was a black abyss where the cloak should be.
"It's my new assasin suit. I'm becoming one you know. The master trainer in Niobi village is teaching me personally." Jamago said with glee.
"No way! I've been trying to get into that school for years, and you got in like that, to be trained by the master no less!" Peter replied "What did you do, save his life?"
"In a way. I saved his prize winning pheonixes. His very best one, Grogan, was flying away thanks to a spell cast on it by, guess who?"
"No, he wouldn't!"
"Yep, that's right, Mordim."
Peter's eyes burned with a firey rage. His regular blue tint could barely be made out, but it was changing colours like crazy, from blue, to green, to grey, to blood red. "I hate Mordim. He's the biggest loser on the island. He thinks he's so good just because he's the general's son!"
"He's also the best fighter on the island. I don't think any of us could take him, even if we had the best armour on the island. Sure, in a magic duel, he'd lose like that, but not a weapons duel."
"Oh, I could beat him. If I had Glamdring. Then his shine blade would be no match for me."
Peter, Peter, Peter, they've been looking for that sword for ten generations. What makes you think you'd find it? I'd be just as likely to find the Hands of Chimbodwa."
"Actually, I have a plan. You see, nobody has has ever checked south of the swamp. I'll search there!"
"You know that it's forbidden to go there. Some of the monsters that inhabit that region are still unknown. You could get killed!"
"Yah, well, I'm so limited, I'm getting bored. I need something exciting to happen. And if it won't come to me, I'll have to go to it!"
Peter flew home, in a furious rage, his boots running out of charge halfway there.