You say that like it's a bad thing.
Spread your wings.
- Thread starter Hiver
- Start date
Yeah, the little guys are really loyal. [/completely missing the point]
Grey Rook
Genuine Nerd
- Location
- The Quantum Foam
Just for the next week, I'm afraid, then my schedule will make this impossible, as I am required to leave the house at about the same time that Hiver starts asking for beta readers.
It is regrettable, but there is nothing that I can do about it.
And yeah, the house elf space marines were pretty cool.
http://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/harry-potter-si.233048/page-17#post-8464838
Here is Index for the story that has Space Marine Elves. It is not as good as Hivers current stories but entertaining still.
Grey Rook
Genuine Nerd
- Location
- The Quantum Foam
Did anybody else take you up on this? If not, I can do it.
I volunteered over on SB. Gotta love how 3 people liked the post before I saw it, then I noticed the time...
It was a week since the hunting/flying lesson before I was able to speak well enough for Targos to think that it was worth continuing the magic lessons.
I lifted my head, looking at the candle placed in front of me before I extended my right frontpaw towards it, going through the steps I remembered from the book.
The tip burst into flames as it lit up nicely.
Inner magic as I had come to call it, the normal magic... it was different from the kinds I had used so far.
It didn't have any real feeling to it. It didn't feel cool or hot or anything. It was just energy. It didn't have a... taste.
"Good." Targos said and removed it, instead putting a bowl of water in front of me, "A sphere, please."
I raised my eye ridges and sighed before I raised my claws above the bowl and closed my eyes.
I never managed this before with the cold magic. Shapes, cold.
Focus.
Breathing slowly I channeled my new magic instead of the blue one, forming and shaping it into what I wanted it to do before I pulled my paw back and opened my eyes to look into the bowl to see a spherical shape. Not perfect, but better than before.
"What am I doing wrong?" I asked, lowering my claws back to the stone floor.
Targos shrugged, "Nothing really. It is a matter of practice. Considering that you are technically a couple of weeks old, how you look non withstanding, you are making excellent progress. Most dragons don't touch any magic but their breath until they are at least two years old."
"That isn't exactly helping, you know. Because no matter how old this body is, I am not a couple of weeks old and you know it."
He snorted, "You are from a world with no magic. You are starting from scratch just like if you were a hatchling. Trust me, you are doing fine."
Sighing I cast the third level of illusion magic, causing a swarm of fireflies made of light to swirl around me using my cold magic.
"Yes, I can make pretty lights. Wonderful."
He just shook his head and rolled his eyes at that.
Having had enough for now I stretched my wings wide as I tried to get the stiffness from staying still for a couple of hours as I sat up, "Speaking of which, I think it is your turn to be the student."
He nodded and scooped some water up in the palm of his hand, closing his eyes.
"I have news of your friend." He said as he simply stood there, focusing on the water in his hand.
"News? How is she?" I asked as I sat down, folding up my wings.
"Alive and well from what I know. Apparently they cleaned out a local spider infestation in Darkshire. She stopped by my store in Stormwind before they headed out again. She wondered how you were doing."
I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding, "Where did they go next?"
He shook his head, "They wasn't sure. Southeast she thought."
Frowning I looked down on the floor. Southeast?
As my teacher attempted to use the cold magic, I tried to remember the map I studied while we were crossing the ocean on that boat.
"Swamp of Sorrows?" I finally asked.
He nodded and took a slow deep breath, "Through deadwind pass most likely." he said before there was a blue swirl of energy around his hands and the water froze into solid shining ice.
I blinked in surprise as Targos grinned.
"I did it." he said as he reopened his eyes. Using some normal magic he unfroze it before he used the cold magic to freeze it again.
This time in a perfect sphere in the palm of his hand.
...Seriously? His second try and he...
"Show off." I grumbled as I laid down on the stone floor.
"Sorry. Had to try it." He said and floated the sphere of ice into the air above his hand, "It feel like you describe it. A kind of... comfortable, refreshing cold. Like water on a hot day. Amazing. Why has nobody managed this before? It's not that difficult. I only practiced for a couple of months."
Apparently, dragons couldn't pout. I tried.
"If everyone has the normal kind of magic, why try something else?" I grumbled as I gave the bowl by my paws a poke with my claw before carefully lifting it in my mind, setting it aside so I didn't spill the water. At least telekinesis was something I could do, even if my range was like half a meter. Not as good as opposable thumbs, but it worked well enough.
He nodded, "Very true. There is no elemental or nature spirits to help guide you to it like the shamanistic and druid magic. No Faith to cause it to happen on it's own. Why look for something you don't know exists." he continued before taking a step to the side and suddenly there were two of him, "It seem to work illusions as easy as ice."
Sigh.
Great. He learns how to use it and five minutes later he is better than me at it. Guess I might need to revisit my plan to rely on enchanted equipment again.
Just now without actual hands to hold it in.
...Fucking...great...
AN// Many thanks to Firethorn for betaing this section.
I lifted my head, looking at the candle placed in front of me before I extended my right frontpaw towards it, going through the steps I remembered from the book.
The tip burst into flames as it lit up nicely.
Inner magic as I had come to call it, the normal magic... it was different from the kinds I had used so far.
It didn't have any real feeling to it. It didn't feel cool or hot or anything. It was just energy. It didn't have a... taste.
"Good." Targos said and removed it, instead putting a bowl of water in front of me, "A sphere, please."
I raised my eye ridges and sighed before I raised my claws above the bowl and closed my eyes.
I never managed this before with the cold magic. Shapes, cold.
Focus.
Breathing slowly I channeled my new magic instead of the blue one, forming and shaping it into what I wanted it to do before I pulled my paw back and opened my eyes to look into the bowl to see a spherical shape. Not perfect, but better than before.
"What am I doing wrong?" I asked, lowering my claws back to the stone floor.
Targos shrugged, "Nothing really. It is a matter of practice. Considering that you are technically a couple of weeks old, how you look non withstanding, you are making excellent progress. Most dragons don't touch any magic but their breath until they are at least two years old."
"That isn't exactly helping, you know. Because no matter how old this body is, I am not a couple of weeks old and you know it."
He snorted, "You are from a world with no magic. You are starting from scratch just like if you were a hatchling. Trust me, you are doing fine."
Sighing I cast the third level of illusion magic, causing a swarm of fireflies made of light to swirl around me using my cold magic.
"Yes, I can make pretty lights. Wonderful."
He just shook his head and rolled his eyes at that.
Having had enough for now I stretched my wings wide as I tried to get the stiffness from staying still for a couple of hours as I sat up, "Speaking of which, I think it is your turn to be the student."
He nodded and scooped some water up in the palm of his hand, closing his eyes.
"I have news of your friend." He said as he simply stood there, focusing on the water in his hand.
"News? How is she?" I asked as I sat down, folding up my wings.
"Alive and well from what I know. Apparently they cleaned out a local spider infestation in Darkshire. She stopped by my store in Stormwind before they headed out again. She wondered how you were doing."
I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding, "Where did they go next?"
He shook his head, "They wasn't sure. Southeast she thought."
Frowning I looked down on the floor. Southeast?
As my teacher attempted to use the cold magic, I tried to remember the map I studied while we were crossing the ocean on that boat.
"Swamp of Sorrows?" I finally asked.
He nodded and took a slow deep breath, "Through deadwind pass most likely." he said before there was a blue swirl of energy around his hands and the water froze into solid shining ice.
I blinked in surprise as Targos grinned.
"I did it." he said as he reopened his eyes. Using some normal magic he unfroze it before he used the cold magic to freeze it again.
This time in a perfect sphere in the palm of his hand.
...Seriously? His second try and he...
"Show off." I grumbled as I laid down on the stone floor.
"Sorry. Had to try it." He said and floated the sphere of ice into the air above his hand, "It feel like you describe it. A kind of... comfortable, refreshing cold. Like water on a hot day. Amazing. Why has nobody managed this before? It's not that difficult. I only practiced for a couple of months."
Apparently, dragons couldn't pout. I tried.
"If everyone has the normal kind of magic, why try something else?" I grumbled as I gave the bowl by my paws a poke with my claw before carefully lifting it in my mind, setting it aside so I didn't spill the water. At least telekinesis was something I could do, even if my range was like half a meter. Not as good as opposable thumbs, but it worked well enough.
He nodded, "Very true. There is no elemental or nature spirits to help guide you to it like the shamanistic and druid magic. No Faith to cause it to happen on it's own. Why look for something you don't know exists." he continued before taking a step to the side and suddenly there were two of him, "It seem to work illusions as easy as ice."
Sigh.
Great. He learns how to use it and five minutes later he is better than me at it. Guess I might need to revisit my plan to rely on enchanted equipment again.
Just now without actual hands to hold it in.
...Fucking...great...
AN// Many thanks to Firethorn for betaing this section.
Weeks passed. A month. Month and a half.
As it turned out, with somebody who actually knows how to use magic, it was significantly easier to figure out the limits of this special magic of mine.
The cold magic was focused on water, ice, illusion and mind magic according to Targos.
The fire magic was fire, earth, energy, electricity. Emotion and passion.
He called them Blue and Red. I guess that kind of fit. Blue of water and Red of fire... helped differentiate them from ice and fire magic.
I lowered my left wing, slowly swinging around as I approached the icy island of Coldarra and I could see the Nexus in the distance as I crossed out over the water separating the Island from the Borean Thundra.
Hunting took some getting used to.
But I had to eat. Every couple of days, at least.
There was nothing else to it. I tried a fire a couple of times. While it removed some of the 'modern human' problem with it, the taste actually got worse. I stopped trying it.
Fish was apparently a alternative but quite frankly I didn't think I was good enough to catch some. Fuck that, I know I wasn't. I had tried swimming in the ocean, but I was not fast enough. Sure, I could use a fishing rod but do you have any idea how much fish I would need to catch?
Simply not practical.
Spreading my wings I caught a thermal as I crossed the cliffs and stopped beating them, simply letting the air lift me before I started my glide towards the Nexus.
Soon enough I could see the other dragons.
I had talked with some of them. Not entirely sure how I learned Draconic so fast. Did brain damage translate over when you have a new brain or something?
They seemed friendly enough, if a bit wary of me. Not that I could blame them for that.
The dragonkin, though, were... different. Not dragons, not mortals. They were... not servants, more like loyal vassals. All the Dragonflights had them.
Descendants of mortals that served and worshiped the Dragonflights for so long that they were centaur-like half dragons themselves.
They seemed to find me fascinating.
Quite frankly, though, I found them a tad creepy.
Most of my time was spent studying with Targos, sometimes with Kalecgos. Sometimes just reading. They had the most amazing collection of books I had ever seen. It was not a library, it was The library.
I had been getting better as well. Oh, I still pretty much sucked. But I could do the basic exercises and I was even able to do things like fireballs and frostbolts with enough time to concentrate. Like ten minutes with silence and calm to focus on it. Not exactly practical in a fight.
At least I managed to learn to use my ice breath. Now that would have been a special kind of a pathetic if I was unable to.
The only magic I actually was on the curve with was illusions. They depended more on imagination and mental strength. That's nice and all, but Illusions are harder to work in a fight than a fireball.
Targos thought that I might also be good at mental magic because of it, but I'm not experienced enough to start trying that yet.
I was not actually bad at magic. I was actually pretty decent at the low power, high control stuff... at least for somebody who had only done it for two months.
It was just when the power went up my spells tended to lose structure and collapse. My teacher said it was a issue of practice. I'm not so sure.
Slowly swinging around the Nexus I slowly swooped down for landing.
Now that was difficult to get right. I provided all the dragons in sight much amusement the first dozen flights I did each time I went in for landing.
Slow down, pull up hard, cup wings, two hard beats and... touchdown!
I stretched my wings before folding them, heading towards the tunnels leading in under the 'tower'. Is it even a tower if most of it floats in the air?
My only warning was a split second of shadow before something hit me hard from the right, sending me rolling across the snowy ground.
Snarling I dug my claws into the ground through the snow, scrambling onto my paws and turning to face my attacker.
She was almost my size, slightly larger. Wider wingspan, scales like sapphires in the bright sunlight.
I barely had time to face her before she was in my fact again, snarling and slashing with her claws.
Ducking under her first swipe I lowered my upper body before I slammed forward, tackling her of her feet as I pounced in return, jaws snapping for her throat.
She dodged to the side, slamming the knuckles of her left wing straight into my snout. I was barely able to get out of the way as she spun in place, aiming to slam the club at the end of her tail against my head.
Seeing it coming I was barely able to duck beneath it.
I growled and I tried to counter as she pounced again, but she compensated and slammed into me, using her superior size and weight to push me over on my back, pinning me.
Trying as I could, she slapped my attempt to claw her aside and her jaws found my neck.
I froze as her teeth pressed against my scales.
She held it like that before a couple of seconds before she let go and moved of me with a snarl, sitting down as I shook my head and rolled onto my paws to get up, shaking the snow off of me.
"Slow, but better." She said, "You need to work on your situational awareness."
"I just ate, Rengosa. Do you have to randomly ambush me?" I growled as I laid down in the snow.
Well, mostly the other dragons were friendly but wary. At times I wished more of them were like that.
Rengosa had been asked by Kalecgos to help instruct me how to fight. Hard for him or Targos to do, they are like ten times my size.
She took to it quite happily and had been kicking my tail for the last month or so, both during practice sessions and random ambushes.
But that was not the worst of it.
"Like some dragon hunter or undead monster will wait until you are finished digesting." she snorted, shifting her wings. "Targos asked for you to meet him. He said he had some information for you."
I nodded and got up. "I see. Well, I better go see him then."
Rengosa nodded and got up as well. "I have a study session in the lower library. You are welcome to join me after your meeting." she said and rubbed her side against mine as she moved past towards the tunnels.
That was the worst of it.
Somehow, and I had no idea why, she liked me. As in was attracted to me. Every brand new instinct I had screamed that at me as soon as she was in the same general area.
I suppose she was... impressive enough. Pretty colors.
But I was not a dragon. Okay, I was a dragon but my mind was mostly human. I didn't find her attractive.
Oh, I bet I would when she learned to take mortal form. I liked her personality even if she was a tad aggressive. But as a dragon?
I sighed. One girl I couldn't stay with. Another had no interest in me. One that was interested in me, I couldn't find attractive in that way.
...At least not yet. My mind was certainly different from when I was human. Even I could tell that much. Who could say how much it would change during the next forever.
I felt bad for her. I knew how it felt to like somebody who was unable to return it.
I wasn't even sure I felt the same about Venir any more. I missed her, but was it more than as a friend?
Well, that was my good mood ruined.
Better go see what the boss wanted to talk about before I manage to make my day any worse.
AN// Many thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.
As it turned out, with somebody who actually knows how to use magic, it was significantly easier to figure out the limits of this special magic of mine.
The cold magic was focused on water, ice, illusion and mind magic according to Targos.
The fire magic was fire, earth, energy, electricity. Emotion and passion.
He called them Blue and Red. I guess that kind of fit. Blue of water and Red of fire... helped differentiate them from ice and fire magic.
I lowered my left wing, slowly swinging around as I approached the icy island of Coldarra and I could see the Nexus in the distance as I crossed out over the water separating the Island from the Borean Thundra.
Hunting took some getting used to.
But I had to eat. Every couple of days, at least.
There was nothing else to it. I tried a fire a couple of times. While it removed some of the 'modern human' problem with it, the taste actually got worse. I stopped trying it.
Fish was apparently a alternative but quite frankly I didn't think I was good enough to catch some. Fuck that, I know I wasn't. I had tried swimming in the ocean, but I was not fast enough. Sure, I could use a fishing rod but do you have any idea how much fish I would need to catch?
Simply not practical.
Spreading my wings I caught a thermal as I crossed the cliffs and stopped beating them, simply letting the air lift me before I started my glide towards the Nexus.
Soon enough I could see the other dragons.
I had talked with some of them. Not entirely sure how I learned Draconic so fast. Did brain damage translate over when you have a new brain or something?
They seemed friendly enough, if a bit wary of me. Not that I could blame them for that.
The dragonkin, though, were... different. Not dragons, not mortals. They were... not servants, more like loyal vassals. All the Dragonflights had them.
Descendants of mortals that served and worshiped the Dragonflights for so long that they were centaur-like half dragons themselves.
They seemed to find me fascinating.
Quite frankly, though, I found them a tad creepy.
Most of my time was spent studying with Targos, sometimes with Kalecgos. Sometimes just reading. They had the most amazing collection of books I had ever seen. It was not a library, it was The library.
I had been getting better as well. Oh, I still pretty much sucked. But I could do the basic exercises and I was even able to do things like fireballs and frostbolts with enough time to concentrate. Like ten minutes with silence and calm to focus on it. Not exactly practical in a fight.
At least I managed to learn to use my ice breath. Now that would have been a special kind of a pathetic if I was unable to.
The only magic I actually was on the curve with was illusions. They depended more on imagination and mental strength. That's nice and all, but Illusions are harder to work in a fight than a fireball.
Targos thought that I might also be good at mental magic because of it, but I'm not experienced enough to start trying that yet.
I was not actually bad at magic. I was actually pretty decent at the low power, high control stuff... at least for somebody who had only done it for two months.
It was just when the power went up my spells tended to lose structure and collapse. My teacher said it was a issue of practice. I'm not so sure.
Slowly swinging around the Nexus I slowly swooped down for landing.
Now that was difficult to get right. I provided all the dragons in sight much amusement the first dozen flights I did each time I went in for landing.
Slow down, pull up hard, cup wings, two hard beats and... touchdown!
I stretched my wings before folding them, heading towards the tunnels leading in under the 'tower'. Is it even a tower if most of it floats in the air?
My only warning was a split second of shadow before something hit me hard from the right, sending me rolling across the snowy ground.
Snarling I dug my claws into the ground through the snow, scrambling onto my paws and turning to face my attacker.
She was almost my size, slightly larger. Wider wingspan, scales like sapphires in the bright sunlight.
I barely had time to face her before she was in my fact again, snarling and slashing with her claws.
Ducking under her first swipe I lowered my upper body before I slammed forward, tackling her of her feet as I pounced in return, jaws snapping for her throat.
She dodged to the side, slamming the knuckles of her left wing straight into my snout. I was barely able to get out of the way as she spun in place, aiming to slam the club at the end of her tail against my head.
Seeing it coming I was barely able to duck beneath it.
I growled and I tried to counter as she pounced again, but she compensated and slammed into me, using her superior size and weight to push me over on my back, pinning me.
Trying as I could, she slapped my attempt to claw her aside and her jaws found my neck.
I froze as her teeth pressed against my scales.
She held it like that before a couple of seconds before she let go and moved of me with a snarl, sitting down as I shook my head and rolled onto my paws to get up, shaking the snow off of me.
"Slow, but better." She said, "You need to work on your situational awareness."
"I just ate, Rengosa. Do you have to randomly ambush me?" I growled as I laid down in the snow.
Well, mostly the other dragons were friendly but wary. At times I wished more of them were like that.
Rengosa had been asked by Kalecgos to help instruct me how to fight. Hard for him or Targos to do, they are like ten times my size.
She took to it quite happily and had been kicking my tail for the last month or so, both during practice sessions and random ambushes.
But that was not the worst of it.
"Like some dragon hunter or undead monster will wait until you are finished digesting." she snorted, shifting her wings. "Targos asked for you to meet him. He said he had some information for you."
I nodded and got up. "I see. Well, I better go see him then."
Rengosa nodded and got up as well. "I have a study session in the lower library. You are welcome to join me after your meeting." she said and rubbed her side against mine as she moved past towards the tunnels.
That was the worst of it.
Somehow, and I had no idea why, she liked me. As in was attracted to me. Every brand new instinct I had screamed that at me as soon as she was in the same general area.
I suppose she was... impressive enough. Pretty colors.
But I was not a dragon. Okay, I was a dragon but my mind was mostly human. I didn't find her attractive.
Oh, I bet I would when she learned to take mortal form. I liked her personality even if she was a tad aggressive. But as a dragon?
I sighed. One girl I couldn't stay with. Another had no interest in me. One that was interested in me, I couldn't find attractive in that way.
...At least not yet. My mind was certainly different from when I was human. Even I could tell that much. Who could say how much it would change during the next forever.
I felt bad for her. I knew how it felt to like somebody who was unable to return it.
I wasn't even sure I felt the same about Venir any more. I missed her, but was it more than as a friend?
Well, that was my good mood ruined.
Better go see what the boss wanted to talk about before I manage to make my day any worse.
AN// Many thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Don't worry Hiver. The hormones should kick in soon enough.
Every young whelp eventually has those urges Hiver.
There is no hiding from them.
There is no hiding from them.
You mean the urge to brainswap the girl that likes you with the girl you like? Thank goodness, I thought it was just me!
Fluffy
Destroyer of.......most worlds
- Location
- High Earth Orbit
Tracking down Targos was not that difficult. When he was at the Nexus and not in his store, he usually spent the time he didn't spend teaching others how to use the new magic doing research or teaching me normal magic in one place.
I followed the tunnels until I reached his lab. Actually finding your way in this place was not easy, there were no signs or anything but after a month I knew the general areas and the places I visited a lot.
Like Targos lab.
Entering the chamber I looked around. It was quite big and full of all kinds of arcane equipment. The place was scaled for a wyrm like Targos, but it was so full of stuff that I could barely move without knocking something over or breaking something.
He used his mortal form when in here, for obvious reasons.
Well, there was pretty much zero chance of tracking him down in this mess. He had been hoarding and researching magical objects and just interesting things since around the time of the formation of the Roman empire. During that time you tend to end up with a epic ton of shit. Hell, I doubt this is even all his stuff.
"Targos!" I called out.
"What took you so long?" he said from directly behind me, causing me to almost stumble into a shelf containing green potion bottles in surprise.
Bloody hell.
He raised an eyebrow at me as I carefully turned around to face him with a small snarl of annoyance. He enjoyed doing that way too much.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked and sat down, for once looking down at him.
"Yes. I figured you wanted news about your friend." He said as he waved for me to follow him. "I received a letter at my store this morning. It is addressed to you."
I perked up at that.
We had exchanged a couple of letters, but considering that the mail of Azeroth was via Gryphon riders, it was not the most reliable way to communicate.
While my grasp of telekinesis was thankfully good enough for most things, writing was not one of them. Not yet, anyway. Having to have somebody write it for you was a bit humiliating but it beat the alternative.
He waved to the right. "Scroll is on the desk." he said as he continued towards a blue glowing orb, "Did you know that you can use druid magic in the Sholazar Basin using your kind of magic?"
I paused on my way to the desk to look back at him. "You can?"
Targos nodded and explained: "I discovered it yesterday during a experiment. The Blue and Red don't work but some druid spells do, like plant growth and regeneration. I call it Green."
"How did it feel?" I asked as I tilted my head in curiosity.
He frowned and crossed his arms in thought. "Like...hunger. Hunting. The thrill of the hunt and the beauty of an untouched forest." he said and snorted, shaking his head. "This magic is so strange. I'm planning a research trip to gather a full set of data on this, try to get a full theory on why some magic works in some places and not others."
"I want in on that."
Targos nodded. "It won't be for another couple of months. I want the others to learn how to do it before I get started, just in case. Just so it doesn't die with me... and you if you come with."
Good idea, if a bit morbid. Everything had been written down and recorded, but it was much easier to learn from a living teacher.
I nodded back, turning to pad over to his desk before floating the still sealed scroll up with a quick telekinesis spell and turned it around so I could read it. Oh nice, she was doing good.
Protected a caravan to Nethergarde Keep through the Swamp of Sorrows. Guess the Guard saved some money there... it would be cheaper to hire a group of adventurers than to use a company of soldiers.
Three seconds later I dropped the scroll and spun to face him. "Outland!? What is she thinking!?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
A week ago they passed through The Dark Portal to Outland. A different world, once completely overrun by Demons. The Burning Legion.
Even now, when the war was over and the demons in Outland defeated... from what I learned, that place was still one of the most dangerous places on the planet. Roving bands of remaining demons, hostile Orcs... hostile wildlife. Dangerous magical events.
Well, not on the planet, but you get my drift.
"Calm yourself, Atregos. Their group has clearly proven themselves to be more than capable to take care of themselves." Targos said with a sigh. That was my name in the Flight now. Not all members of the blue dragonflight had names that ended in gos of gosa, but in my case, it was figured it would help me blend in.
I didn't really care, my other name was taken as well.
"This is different!"
He shook his head, leaning his back against a pillow holding up a purple glowing cube as he crossed his arms. "You are nowhere near able to take a mortal form yet. You can't even do a normal polymorph yet."
"So I go like this."
"Atregos, think things through first. You can't go rushing off like a gnome with a idea. There is no reason to believe your friend is in any more danger now than a couple of weeks ago."
"It's Outland. I know you have read everything I have and more." I growled in annoyance. Damn it, I couldn't just sit here when Venir was battling demons!
"I have been there." Targos returned, "Since the Burning Legion was driven from it, it is... not as bad as it used to be."
Now it was my turn to raise an eyeridge.
He grimaced and sighed, rubbing his forehead. "...You won't let this go, will you?"
"I'm going."
Targos nodded, looking somewhat resigned. "Very well. Can you delay for three days? I'll prepare some equipment for you, some books and scrolls so you can continue your education."
"... Thank you."
AN// Many thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.
I followed the tunnels until I reached his lab. Actually finding your way in this place was not easy, there were no signs or anything but after a month I knew the general areas and the places I visited a lot.
Like Targos lab.
Entering the chamber I looked around. It was quite big and full of all kinds of arcane equipment. The place was scaled for a wyrm like Targos, but it was so full of stuff that I could barely move without knocking something over or breaking something.
He used his mortal form when in here, for obvious reasons.
Well, there was pretty much zero chance of tracking him down in this mess. He had been hoarding and researching magical objects and just interesting things since around the time of the formation of the Roman empire. During that time you tend to end up with a epic ton of shit. Hell, I doubt this is even all his stuff.
"Targos!" I called out.
"What took you so long?" he said from directly behind me, causing me to almost stumble into a shelf containing green potion bottles in surprise.
Bloody hell.
He raised an eyebrow at me as I carefully turned around to face him with a small snarl of annoyance. He enjoyed doing that way too much.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked and sat down, for once looking down at him.
"Yes. I figured you wanted news about your friend." He said as he waved for me to follow him. "I received a letter at my store this morning. It is addressed to you."
I perked up at that.
We had exchanged a couple of letters, but considering that the mail of Azeroth was via Gryphon riders, it was not the most reliable way to communicate.
While my grasp of telekinesis was thankfully good enough for most things, writing was not one of them. Not yet, anyway. Having to have somebody write it for you was a bit humiliating but it beat the alternative.
He waved to the right. "Scroll is on the desk." he said as he continued towards a blue glowing orb, "Did you know that you can use druid magic in the Sholazar Basin using your kind of magic?"
I paused on my way to the desk to look back at him. "You can?"
Targos nodded and explained: "I discovered it yesterday during a experiment. The Blue and Red don't work but some druid spells do, like plant growth and regeneration. I call it Green."
"How did it feel?" I asked as I tilted my head in curiosity.
He frowned and crossed his arms in thought. "Like...hunger. Hunting. The thrill of the hunt and the beauty of an untouched forest." he said and snorted, shaking his head. "This magic is so strange. I'm planning a research trip to gather a full set of data on this, try to get a full theory on why some magic works in some places and not others."
"I want in on that."
Targos nodded. "It won't be for another couple of months. I want the others to learn how to do it before I get started, just in case. Just so it doesn't die with me... and you if you come with."
Good idea, if a bit morbid. Everything had been written down and recorded, but it was much easier to learn from a living teacher.
I nodded back, turning to pad over to his desk before floating the still sealed scroll up with a quick telekinesis spell and turned it around so I could read it. Oh nice, she was doing good.
Protected a caravan to Nethergarde Keep through the Swamp of Sorrows. Guess the Guard saved some money there... it would be cheaper to hire a group of adventurers than to use a company of soldiers.
Three seconds later I dropped the scroll and spun to face him. "Outland!? What is she thinking!?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
A week ago they passed through The Dark Portal to Outland. A different world, once completely overrun by Demons. The Burning Legion.
Even now, when the war was over and the demons in Outland defeated... from what I learned, that place was still one of the most dangerous places on the planet. Roving bands of remaining demons, hostile Orcs... hostile wildlife. Dangerous magical events.
Well, not on the planet, but you get my drift.
"Calm yourself, Atregos. Their group has clearly proven themselves to be more than capable to take care of themselves." Targos said with a sigh. That was my name in the Flight now. Not all members of the blue dragonflight had names that ended in gos of gosa, but in my case, it was figured it would help me blend in.
I didn't really care, my other name was taken as well.
"This is different!"
He shook his head, leaning his back against a pillow holding up a purple glowing cube as he crossed his arms. "You are nowhere near able to take a mortal form yet. You can't even do a normal polymorph yet."
"So I go like this."
"Atregos, think things through first. You can't go rushing off like a gnome with a idea. There is no reason to believe your friend is in any more danger now than a couple of weeks ago."
"It's Outland. I know you have read everything I have and more." I growled in annoyance. Damn it, I couldn't just sit here when Venir was battling demons!
"I have been there." Targos returned, "Since the Burning Legion was driven from it, it is... not as bad as it used to be."
Now it was my turn to raise an eyeridge.
He grimaced and sighed, rubbing his forehead. "...You won't let this go, will you?"
"I'm going."
Targos nodded, looking somewhat resigned. "Very well. Can you delay for three days? I'll prepare some equipment for you, some books and scrolls so you can continue your education."
"... Thank you."
AN// Many thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Hiver is going to be a mount. I just know it.
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Half Dragons have to be made somehow .
Already beat you to the pun, mate.
- Location
- None
So our little dragon will be going to the Zone? What, dangerous magical events practically read like anomalies while the rest of the scenic stuff fits well enough.
Hurrah, that's all there is to say, I guess.
Zap Rowsdower
Ex-cultist vagrant
- Location
- Bright lights, big city
- Pronouns
- He/Him
So, this "Zone" is quite a danger, huh. He better ride into there fast.