I nodded at the Captain as I walked along the wooden gangplank to his ship. He smiled at me in return. "No need to look so worried!" I made sure to stumble slightly as he struck my back with a meaty slap. I had to play my part. "I've shipped new students to Wistram for years." He chuckled as he turned to the rest of the passengers. "I admit, that's usually a once-a-year job, but I also do supply runs for them. This part will only take two days, and I know the currents like the back of my own hand!" He started to walk off before pausing and turning his head back towards us. "No casting any spells aboard my ship. Got it?"
A dark skinned man came up to us. "The c'tain has the right o' it." He flashed us a wide smile with bright white teeth. "Now, the hold's full up, so y'lot will need to bunker down where ye can." He motioned to us and we followed him into the depths of the ship.
Barrels were stacked all the way to the top of the large central space. This ship was obviously built for transporting goods more than people. The empty space at the back revealed a wooden bench that was attached to the wall. It vanished beyond barrels to either side.
If the hold was empty, it could probably seat a good number of people. As it was, we were packed in uncomfortably close.
"Now, I know it's a tight fit." The sailor sighed. "Truth be told, we don't have much space ourselves. The barrels that were here had to go someplace else." He shrugged. "But it's like the c'tain said. 'Tis only two days, and we've got plenty of our ration left. 'Sides, the top deck is always free and clear." He looked us up and down. "Tell ya what, I'm sure the c'tain won't mind if ye spent the days top side. The salt air will do ye good!" He let out a deep belly laugh. "As long as you only sleep in the hold, it won't be so bad?" He patted our shoulders and walked off through the barrels.
I shrugged and followed him after leaving my bag behind. Step three of my infiltration plan was going well enough. I should be at Wistram soon. I'd have to decide on the final step, and if I was going to reveal myself as Pixel, after I'd gotten the lay of the land.
While the ship wasn't as nice as the one Seraphel had used, it should do. Not that I had any way to discern the quality of a boat, but the [Princess] had gotten us one where we all had private cabins. Space was a luxury that my current identity didn't warrant.
That was fine. I could spend the two days meditating and recharging my Golden Gun. It was too late to alter the plan now. I'd laid the groundwork and then contacted Wistram via a [Mage] Guild. The response had been quicker than I'd expected.
I was either lucky that one of their supply ships was close by, or they had more supply ships than I'd assumed, or they'd prioritized coming to pick us up. It was possibly a combination of the three.
...
"Pirates off the port side!"
I opened an eye. I'd only been half-meditating so I could react to my environment. I was more concerned about potential storms or sea creatures. Those were apparently the more likely scenarios we were to encounter. The supplies bound for Wistram were mostly food-stuffs. There were a few barrels that contained magical items I didn't recognize, but the Captain had said that pirates wouldn't risk angering Wistram over such a paltry load.
I guessed he was wrong.
I'd been still long enough that Expansion had increased my range far beyond the confines of the boat. I un-Inventoried a drone outside to take a look.
There was a light fog that misted over the water. It obstructed visibility, but not for my drone. It flew high into the air and granted me a better view than even the people in the crow's nest had.
Yep. That was a pirate ship, Jolly Rodger and all. The skull on their black flag had its mouth open like it was screaming. The sails were also black and also had the same screaming skull atop crossbones on them.
Given their sails, I guessed they were serious about being pirates. I thought that the black flag was used so that they could be identified only when they wanted to be. Then again, this world had magic and levels. Perhaps they got something out of being so flagrant?
They were still miles away, but that was easily within range of both my drone and my expanded powers. I moved in for a closer look.
The pirate ship was moving faster. There was a heavy wind at their back that seemed to exist only for them. The crew weren't exactly ragged, but they clearly didn't care much for personal hygiene. A large man with a bushy yellow beard and a large black hat hollered at the rest of the crew. "Avast! They're trying to outrun us! Fifteen degrees to starboard! Ready the [Light Bridge] wands!"
Hmmm...
Sounded like they wanted to come alongside and board. That made sense I supposed. No point in sinking the ship and its cargo.
"Remember! The three are our targets! Kill the rest, but Roshal will pay handsomely for them!"
Oh? There were three 'students' going to Wistram. We were the likely targets. Roshal? That name was familiar...
Oh, right. Seraphel had told me about some other countries. There were far too many to memorize normally, but I had a thumb drive I could store the details on for me.
Let's see...
Roshal...
Oh.
Well, I'm definitely killing all of these pirates. I don't want to make a big deal and upset governments and such, especially while I'm undercover, but fuck slavers and fuck pirates that work for them.
Besides, I could use some more hard data on how effective my weapons are. The ship was clearly enchanted, but not everything magical was resistant to my attacks. My current theory was that magic in and of itself wasn't special as far as blocking damage went. It had to be specifically enchanted for that effect.
Things that were more 'durable' or 'harder' had a strange... anti-all-or-nothing aura. Like, my powers couldn't damage them directly. I also couldn't Inventory them or affect them in other ways either. However, I could get around that and damage them, if I had it pass through an intermediary first - like air.
Physics were physics. It didn't matter if an energy source came from Shard shenanigans once it was affecting the real world. A laser was a laser. All the heat and energy had to go somewhere. So while damage resistant magics might reduce the effect, it wasn't something they could ignore.
Probably.
I mean, there were bound to be magics like my Gamer's Body that just straight up negated things. That was why experimenting was important.
...Plus, it will be fun.
I started with a fire bomb.
The pirate captain looked down as the cube landed at his feet a split second before it exploded in a whirlwind of flames. He stumbled out, his clothes were engulfed and his hair was burnt, but he was alive. "[Fire Suppression]! Raise the shields!" He bellowed.
It looked like he was tougher than I gave him credit for. And he had a skill that suffocated my bomb's effect - which was doubly impressive as it created a Tinker-fire worst than napalm. It didn't need oxygen to burn. Then again, fire wasn't the most direct way to transfer heat. It still took time. It was also probably a usual threat at sea that the pirates had counter measures for.
Okay, I can deal with that.
I un-Inventoried a lightning bomb.
Nothing.
Hmmmm...
The bomb was still in my Inventory. Ah. The shimmering field that had gone up around the ship was magical and blocked it. Good to know.
I smirked.
Let's try... gravity. That was physical force, but the singularity that was created wouldn't be natural. It would be a good test.
The pirate ship tilted dangerously to the side as the bomb exploded... or rather, imploded. A geyser of water shot up into the air as it was pulled into the intense gravity. The field around the ship moved with it and...
...caused the miniature black hole to vanish when they collided. The water that had been compressed already exploded out and rocked the pirate ship violently.
What next?
Transmutation. The bomb formed a thin layer of crystal as it converted the water outside of the shield, but had seemingly no effect on the barrier itself.
Lightning. The electricity arced around the shield and into the ocean.
Sound. All the pirates fell over clutching their ears. Several were left unconscious as blood dribbled from the sides of their heads.
Fire. The flames caused the shield to visibly weaken as they burned atop it. They also slid down the sides and into the water below, but it was good to know the captain's skill had either run out or didn't affect the shields themselves.
Force. Perhaps the most 'mundane' of bombs that released a pressure wave would have an interesting effect. I detonated it above the pirate ship, which was turning to the side and trying to run away. There was a loud crack as the expanding bubble of air pushed against the shield and shattered it.
It also broke the ship's mast and caused our vessel to rock from the shockwave.
Well, time to finish this, I suppose. That was most of the esoteric effects anyways. Though I should've tested a time bomb too. Then again, those were a pain to Craft, so perhaps not.
I un-Inventoried a dozen firebombs and watched as the pirate ship was reduced to ash before it even had a chance to sink under the sea.
Aaron Vanwell paced back and forth by the window. They should be arriving soon. More people from Earth! He hadn't felt this excited since he'd arrived at Wistram. The gnawing worry that had plagued him since the text messages was just growing larger and larger. It hadn't helped that the ship that had been carrying them had sent a message about pirates!
Argh!
He gave one final glance out the window and went to sit down at his desk. He should be doing something more productive with his time, like taking his phone apart again.
Except... Archmage Feor wasn't around to cast [Repair] to fix all the damage he'd do. Aaron was getting better as his [Engineer] class leveled, but there were just so many tiny parts. He just didn't have the tools necessary to disassemble it perfectly.
And that was the easy part. Putting it back together successfully was the goal. He was sure he'd get several levels from that. Then... he'd combine his [Engineer] and [Mage] classes!
At least, that was the goal. The Wistram mages said it was possible, but that the class would probably be new - as new as his technology.
Okay, so if working on his [Engineer] class was out, what about [Mage]? He could practice some spells. Or go over the mana exercises that Feor had taught him...
But, what about the pirates?
Sure, the people who messaged Wistram about meeting 'Blackmage' were safe - at least according to the second message, but what if something had happened since then?
Feor had seemed... evasive when Aaron had asked how the ship had escaped the Screaming Sails. Aaron didn't know... well... anything about pirates, but a group that had a name had to be a big deal, right? So had the ship gotten away? Fought them off? Made some kind of deal?
He didn't know, and no one would tell him!
Aaron stood up. He couldn't concentrate.
He went back to the window and waited.
...
The fog surrounded the bubble around Wistram. It was a large bubble of perfect weather, but you could still see the edges if you looked.
Aaron wasn't looking. His head was resting on his arms at the windowsill. He'd pulled his chair over and eventually fallen asleep.
The bang of his door being slammed open jolted him awake. "Wha?"
Feor strolled in. The ancient half-elf's pale blue and silver eyes focused on him. "Blackmage. The ship has arrived. You should speak with the passenger and make sure they're from your homeland."
Aaron blinked. "Right." He stood up and followed the white-haired Archmage. Archmage, not [Archmage]. Apparently that was a class that the leaders of Wistram used to have. It was a minor secret that Feor wished to become an actual [Archmage] one day.
Secrets. Aaron thought about Wistram's main form of currency as he followed Feor. Wistram didn't really have a post-scarcity society, although it was rich enough to nearly be the same thing. If you weren't a full student, you had to pay a lot of gold to attend, but that was it. Food, shelter, and any other basic need were provided to everyone. The only limits were rare magical materials... and secrets.
Secrets about how to find a hidden room. How to cast a specific spell. What people did in their free time.
It boggled the mind, especially since Aaron himself was Wistram's biggest secret. He'd appeared in a room with dangerous looking monsters - golems as he'd found out later. Thankfully, their leader - Cognita arrived soon. She'd questioned him, and brought him to the Archmages - the leaders of Wistram's factions.
Not that any one of them had the actual [Archmage] class. That was another minor secret.
Thankfully, the school of magic was every bit as amazing as it should've been. People casting spells. Golems walking around. Hidden passages. It was so much like Hogwarts that Aaron could hardly contain himself at times!
And now there were three more Earthers.
Hopefully.
It had to be someone from the text messages. No one else in the world knew of 'Blackmage'.
But there was always the chance it was a trap. Kent Scott. Or possibly the King of Destruction.
Aaron hadn't known who that was, but apparently it was a big deal and led to some sort of... incident with one of the Archmages. He'd spoken with Amerys after she'd been imprisoned, but he still felt that he was missing some vital context.
He shook his head as he hurried after Feor. Greeting the people from his world came first. Greeting them, and figuring out if they might be imposters.
...
"Ah! Archmage Feor!" The [Captain] of the ship wore a wide smile as he walked up. "It's an honor to see you again after all these years!" He swept his hat off and bowed. "Is it you that we have to thank for destroying the [Pirates]?" The man let out a deep belly laugh as he put his impressive hat back on top of his head. "I daresay that no [Pirates] will be bold enough to accost a ship headed towards Wistram after word gets around about the fate of the Screaming Sails!"
"Yes. Quite." Archmage Feor stroked his silvery-white beard. "Wistram, of course, would like to hear of the event from your point of view." He turned to the red-headed half-elf at his side. "Teura, please see to it that we get a full accounting of what happened."
"Of course." Teura gracefully bowed her head, and Aaron pointedly looked elsewhere. Instead, he focused on the three people who were exiting the ship by its gangplank.
The first was a short Asian kid who was wearing a... vulgar t-shirt. If that wasn't a clear clue as to him being from Earth, he also had an expensive looking backpack. He stumbled onto the dock, fell to his knees, and then puked.
The [Captain] glanced over his shoulder and let out a short laugh. "Ha! That one never did get his sea-legs." He shook his head. "At least we won't have to swab the decks again."
The Asian kid wiped his mouth and started to stand up, only to stumble as the next passenger pushed him to the side. The second person was taller, black, and had muscles that Aaron could only dream of. He scowled as he stepped past the first passenger, but that fell away as he looked up - and up, and up at Wistram. The magical castle was a sight to behold.
Aaron had seen it before, but it still felt so... amazing. He could totally understand the other guy's shock. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the final passenger.
While the second person stood at about five foot six inches, the third one towered over him. He had to be at least seven feet tall. While he didn't have the defined muscles of the previous person, he was built like a bear. He had a barrel chest and long, scraggly, blond hair. He patiently waited on the gangplank while the other people from Earth gawked.
He was definitely older than the rest, and he only glanced up at Wistram before lowering his gaze back to ground.
Oh. Aaron understood as the gangplank wobbled. He was a bit too big for it, but he still waited on it instead of pushing through like the other guy had done.
"Archmage Feor." Everyone froze as a voice behind them spoke. "The new year doesn't start for months yet. Wistram does not accept new students at this time." Aaron slowly turned around and gave the speaker a small wave.
Cognita didn't respond.
The Truestone golem was tall, even taller than the third passenger. Unlike the other golems in Wistram, she could think. She also looked alive, despite being made of stone. Her dress flowed like cloth, and her face moved exactly like a human's would.
It now wore a small frown, which was terrifying.
...For the actual [Mages] that was. Aaron knew that they feared the golem, and that she was the main reason most people at Wistram died. She guarded the upper floors, and you had to fight her for access. It was a fight to the death, and Cognita always won.
Or at least, that was what Aaron had been told, or rather, warned about. Personally, he'd never found Cognita to be anything but helpful and polite - even if she wasn't social.
"Cognita." Feor cleared his throat. "These are special cases, and while they may be students given time, for now they are my personal guests."
The golem arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Guests are welcome, but they must be informed as to the rules of Wistram." She walked forward and Aaron, Feor, and Teura stepped out of her way.
The Asian kid had finally gotten to his feet. He stared at the golem. "Dude." He poked the second passenger.
"What?" The Black guy snarled at him and then followed his pointing finger to Cognita. "Holy..."
The final passenger's round face smiled as he saw the golem, but he remained silent.
"I am Cognita. I am a Carved Golem, or rather, a Truestone Construct designed to oversee Wistram and its mages. I and my kindred maintain and preserve this building and will assist you for the duration of your stay. In a few moments you will be led to your rooms, but before that I must tell you of the rules of Wistram."
Her head moved, and Aaron could tell she was looking at each of them in turn. He remembered her emerald eyes that looked like actual emeralds in her porcelain sockets. They were un-nerving.
"Firstly. You must never venture into the high parts of the castle or the lower reaches unaccompanied and even then, only with great cause. Dangers lurk within Wistram, ancient magics and spells and creatures called here and never destroyed. Too, the very enchantments keeping this citadel intact sometimes fray. Only a mage with true power is allowed into such places. Second. Some of the Golems here were made as I am, but most lack any form of intelligence and simply obey orders. Do not attack or obstruct them in any way or they may react unpredictably. Third. Anyone attempting to cast area-wide magics must first consult with I or an experienced mage. Unpredictable results may occur if a spell affects a wide area of the academy at once. Is that understood?"
Aaron paused. That was the EXACT speech she'd given him! The same words, the same inflection, the same everything. She must have it memorized.
"Ah, yes." Feor spoke up from the back. "Why don't I escort them to where they'll be staying? Once we are there, we can have a nice chat." He turned to Teura. "Come find us after getting the [Captain]'s account of what happened. He motioned for the three passengers to follow him.
Aaron fell in behind him, but as he glanced over he shoulder, he saw Cognita staring after them with narrowed eyes.
...
Cognita followed them to Feor's private quarters. The Archmage didn't say anything even as she entered the room with them. Cognita went where she pleased.
"Ahem." Feor sat on a plush chair and motioned to the new arrivals to sit down. Aaron sat next to his side. Was he supposed to speak now? What were his questions again? "We received a message that asked for an audience with Blackmage. At great effort and expense we have brought you to Wistram." He glanced at Cognita. "It is not a request we usually grant. Before we continue, could you regale us with your stories?"
Aaron leaned forward. Who were they? They had to be from the chatroom. Loran Grimnar? Humble Actor? strider_479? It had to be one of the last two. They said they were from Terandria, which is where the ship had picked up its passengers.
Unfortunately, none of the other people from the first chat participated in the second. That... wasn't a good thing.
The three people looked at each other and the Asian kid shrugged and said. "Fine. I go." He took a deep breath. "My name Mu Jiahao." He rolled his eyes. "Or Jiahao Mu in English. I at ChinaJoy." He smiled and patted his backpack that he'd placed at his feet. "Very good. Much swag. Went PC booth, then in... uhm... village. Very stupid. Very poor. No charger. Bad food. One day, Pixel appear with those two." He motioned to the other two people. "He spoke Mandarin. Explained place. Explained system." Jiahao smirked. "Stupid armor. Samus lame. Master Chief or Doom Guy much cooler!"
Feor blinked. "What?"
The black guy shook his head. "Look. These two don't speak English well. Let me explain. I was with Pixel the longest."
"Feh. Blowhard." Jiahao sneered at him.
"Oh yeah?" The muscled man turned to him. "Say that to my face!"
"I say to your butt!" Jiahao stood up.
"That doesn't make sense!" The muscular guy stood up and towered over the smaller kid.
"You face no make sense!" Jiahao glared up at him.
Oh, Aaron got it. He was calling his face a butt. How 'clever'.
"Please, please." Feor held up his hands and a wall of shimmering light forced the two apart. "There is no need for violence. I realize you must be... on nerve after spending so much time in such a cramped environment. Once you explain things, we can get some good food and you can relax in your rooms."
The two Earthers looked at him and reluctantly nodded before returning to their seats.
"Fine. As I was sayin', I was with Pixel when he saved these two." The black man motioned to the other two.
"And your name would be?" Feor spoke gently, but Aaron knew the question was loaded. The Archmage had a spell that let him tell if someone was lying. Their names, their stories, he was looking for flaws... Just like he and the other Archmages had done when Aaron had appeared.
Of course, there were apparently ways around that, which was why Aaron had his own questions to ask eventually.
"Oh, yeah. My name's Vincent Mavuto." He scratched his head. "I'm a [Boxer]. I was trying to get into the Junior Bantamweight back on Earth. I was doing my morning run when I suddenly appeared in a cave!" He shook his head. "I mean, I had no idea what was going on. I don't do drugs or shit, but I figured I must've passed out or had a fugue state or some shit." He shrugged. "Anyways, it was dark and I only had my Mp3 player for light."
Aaron looked at him quizzically. "You didn't have your phone?"
"Nah, man." Vincent shook his head. "I don't need that shit distractin' me while I'm running, you dig? Anyways, its screen doesn't make too much light, right? So I was practically blind and stumbling around."
"So what else new?" Jiahao said from the side.
Vincent turned to him. "Shut up." He turned back to Feor. "As I was sayin', I was in a cave and tryin' to find my way out. I got in, somehow, so I was retracing my steps, right? The thing was, I couldn't see any footprints or shit and I was startin' to freak out." He sighed. "That was when I ran into a bear."
"What?" Aaron gasped.
Vincent nodded. "Yep. A big, brown one." He put his hands up and threw a jab. "Now, I ain't no punk, but I also ain't stupid. A bear's bad business! I started to back up, but I'd woke the thing already!" He rubbed his chest. "The thing swatted me like a flea." Vincent shrugged. "Next thing I know, I'm laying out under the sun with a tattered and blood stained shirt, but I'm fine. Not a scratch on me!" He reached down into the small cloth bag he had and pulled out a yellow T-shirt that did, indeed look like a bear had mauled someone in.
"Hmmm..." Feor hummed. "It is most fortunate that someone came to your help. An adventurer perhaps? Was it this 'Pixel' that was mentioned earlier?"
"Got it in one." Vincent nodded. "Only Pixel wasn't no adventurer." He smiled. "My boy's a superhero, yo!"
Jiahao shook his head. "Leave out detail. Most important detail. Pixel from video game!"
"What?" Aaron blinked. A video game?
Feor turned to him. "Blackmage, a video game is like that... 'application' you have on your phone, correct?"
Aaron scratched the back of his head. "Uhm... yeah, but there are like, a lot of different ones." He turned to Vincent. "So he was an angry bird or a pig or something like that?"
The Boxer shook his head. "Naw man, he was just in this sweet armor. Looked like a bunch of cubes, like he was... uhm... what's the word?"
"Pixelated." Jiahao rolled his eyes. "How come you so bad at English?"
"Shut up." Vincent glared at the other Earther before turning back to Aaron and Feor. "But, yeah, pixelated. Like from a video game, but in real life." He shrugged again. "But that's superhero shit, yeah? It's, like, his gimmick. It was just armor, like Iron Man, but I'll tell you, the dude knew what he was doing. Gave me some boxing pointers that were... REALLY good."
Iron Man? Aaron leaned forward. There was someone who'd already become a [Superhero]? That... was amazing! Sure, the MCU wasn't as cool as Harry Potter, but... wow! 'Pixel' HAD to have come from Earth! Did he arrive earlier? The people from the chat had said they were [Heroes], so was he part of that group?
That... would make sense. They hadn't been in the second chat, but there could be other reasons then that they were imprisoned or killed. If Pixel was one of them, it would explain why he was hunting down other Earthers and delivering them to Wistram!
Aaron wanted to meet him. Did he learn magic? What class gave him video game armor? Could it be reproduced?
A glare and an invisible, magical nudge from Feor brought him out of his daydreams and back into the conversation. He hoped he hadn't missed anything other than the two newcomers bickering.
Jiahao scoffed. "He just [Gamer], like me!" He pointed to his chest. "Just wait. I strong soon! Then see who jackass!"
"Whatever, loser." Vincent flipped Jiahao off before turning back to Aaron and Feor. "So, Pixel told me what was up. That this was another world. There was magic and levels and all that." He thumped his chest. "That's why I got a cool class, instead of being some scrub!"
"Ah, yes." Feor stroked his silvery-white beard. "You mentioned being a [Boxer] was it? Is that some sort of [Laborer] class that specializes in boxes?"
Vincent chuckled. "Nah, man." He stood up, crouched down, and raised his hands. "It's all about the sweet science." His hands blurred as the threw a flurry of jabs. "Physical training. Going the distance." He swayed side to side. "Duck and weave." He straighted up and smiled. "I was pretty good back on Earth, but I've picked up some nice skills here." He sat back down and smirked at Jiahao. "Unlike some people."
Aaron decided he needed to speak up to clear away some confusion. "Archmage, boxing is a sport on Earth. There are two people that go into a ring and punch each other. That's it. No kicking, or biting, or grappling, or weapons. It's just skill against skill alone." To quote a famous movie.
"So it's like a [Brawler] or a [Fist Fighter] then?" Feor hummed to himself. "And you're what level in it?"
"Thirteen!"
Aaron blinked. "Thirteen? How long have you been here?"
Vincent shrugged. "I dunno. Like a month all told."
"And you got into many fights in that short of time?" Feor asked.
"Nah, Pixel took care of anything like that." Vincent pointed at the final person with his thumb. "I got to see him utterly take apart the [Bandits] that had Michail here." He shrugged. "Probably did some other stuff too, but not around us. To be honest, I think he put us on that boat 'cause we were crampin' his style. I got my levels from doing my roadwork, and shadow-boxing, and stuff like that."
"Bandits?" Aaron wanted to know the details.
"Yep." Vincent nodded again. "A big group of them. Pixel tracked 'em down not long after he saved me. He beat them up and saved Michail." He looked over at the giant man. "I still don't know how he got there. Probably appeared in their camp or sumptin'." Vincent glared at Jiahao. "It was about a week later that we came across this free-loader who got lucky enough to arrive in an actual village."
"You sore. Unlucky." Jiahao thumped his chest. "I smart. Lucky. Much better!"
"Why don't we just ask," Feor turned to the large man. "Michail was it? Could you tell us what happened to you?"
There was a pause as everyone turned to look at the round-faced man. "Я не говорю по-английски."
"Yeah." Vincent shook his head. "He doesn't speak English."
"I'll need to search my spellbooks for a [Translation] spell. Or find an artifact for him to use." Feor sighed as he stood up and walked towards a bookcase. Before he started undoing the wards on it, he turned to look at Aaron. "While I do that, is there anything you want to ask, Blackmage?"
Oh! Right! His questions! "Uhm. What are your favorite movies?"
Vincent gave him a blank look. "Really? That's what you want to know? My favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Well, as a Philly boy, I gotta represent. Rocky."
No one had said that in the chat. In theory, only Earthers should know about it. He turned to Jiahao.
"Mortal Kombat." The Asian kid shrugged. "Best video game movie, but low bar."
Bios:
Jiahao Mu - OC. Probably who he appears to be.
Vincent Mavuto - OC. Probably who he appears to be.
Michail Miroslavov - OC. Probably who he appears to be.
Aaron Vanwell - Blackmage. An Earther who appeared within Wistram.
Archmage Feor - Not a real [Archmage]. Dyes his beard to appear older and wiser. Gives off a Gandalf/Dumbledore vibe.
Cognita Truestone - One of three Truestone golems that [Archmage] Zelkyr created. Protects Wistram and keeps it in good condition for him.