Spread your wings.

[Hiver]

I shifted a bit, getting used to the slight new weight on my back just behind my wings.

The leatherworker in the keep was pretty good. He took a normal gryphon saddle, modified it and than incorporated it into my armor without damaging it.

It was heavier than Sparklights makeshift thing, but it was still maybe only ten kilos.


The white gryphon, Gar, was eying me from across the road with suspicion but I ignored him, instead laying down to rest my head on my paws as I waited.


While technically my time might be better spent back at The Nexus, I would be damned if I abandoned Venir to face this place alone. The delay that this journey was causing in my magical education (and as such the time it took me to take human form or find my way back home) was a minor nuisance compared to my friends safety.


After glancing around to check that nobody was paying much attention, I got started with the 'homework' that Targos had assigned to me.

Since his current working theory was that my special magic was tied to the location that I was in and that said magic varied depending on what kind of landscape it was (Blue for close to large areas of water, Red for lots of rock and mountains, etc.), he had given me a long list of very simple spells to try in every new landscape that I was in.

I started at the top of the list with a small ball of light.


The feeling of the Blue mana flooded through me and a small ball of light lit up at the end of my snout.


Well, that ruined that theory pretty much at once I thought. Time to go back to the bloody drawing board, again, because if there was one thing that this place lacked, it was lots of water. Data is data though, might as well continue along the list.

Druidic healing spell, no dice.

Arcane light, works. Consistent to Blue.

Faith based light spell, no worky.

Fire spell causing a spark... work? What?


I blinked at the result and cast it again, checking to make sure that I hadn't messed up and used my internal magic. Nope, it was the Red magic and not my internal stuff. That had never happen before. Did this place generate two sorts of mana?


I looked around again. Well... maybe there was a massive pool of water underground, out of sight. The visible landscape did appear to match what would generate Red mana according to Targos's theory. A theory I was, until now, pretty sure was right.

Now I was not so sure.

Continuing along the list I tested everything from druidic plant growth spells to a bloody necromancy spell.

Only things that reacted to Red and Blue worked.


Okay... so Hellfire Peninsula was generating Red/Blue if the theory was correct. Not what I expected.

Still, a datapoint does not make a trend. I'll continued with the readings and see what more data shows in the future.


I was pulled from my thoughts as Venir walked into my line of sight, rounding me to pull at the straps of my armor to check that they were properly tightened, "You okay, Atreus?" she asked.

"Bit bored, otherwise just fine." I said and raised my head to look at her.

She smiled, "Same here. Marcus is talking to the caravan leader now, trying to get a departure time. He thought that it would be soon though."

"So what's the plan?"


"The plan is to keep the caravan covered." a different voice injected and I turned my head the other way to see the rest of the group approaching, the warrior in his armor leading the way, "Sparklight, Shieldforest, I want you two to fly the outer perimeter." he said as they reached us.



"Got it, boss!" Sparklight said with a grin, "I'm refueled and ready to go!"

What did his machine run on anyway? I had not seen any oil wells around. No infrastructure to support it either. A question for another time, maybe ask Venir or him later.


Marcus gave him a nod before turning to us, "Venir, I want you and Sheila patrolling above the caravan. I am staying on the ground and riding with the caravan."

I didn't miss the way he ignored me in that. Yeah, I don't like you either, Marcus.

Still, it seemed like he knew how to do his job. His plan seemed solid enough and it kept Sparklight's roaring engine away from the rest of our ears. And he put the people with ranged weapons in a position to use them for support.

Venir nodded, "Got it.".

As the group split up to check on their respective mounts, Sheila remained, a large purple carpet with glowing spheres at the corners was rolled up, leaning against her shoulder.

"Well, this will be exciting." she said with a sigh, "Three weeks circling above a bunch of wagons."

Venir grinned briefly, leaning her back against my shoulder, "Believe me, it's better than riding in them."


Sheila snorted in amusement, "Oh yeah, you used to be a trader." she said as she unrolled her carpet on the ground and sat down in the middle, causing it to rise half a meter off the ground, before looking backwards.

I followed her line of sight to see horse pulled wagons start to exit the keep.

The Warlock frowned, "We better get into the air then. I want to be away from Sparklight's contraption before he start's it up."

Venir laughed at that and climbed into her saddle, just in front of my wings and close to the base of my neck. "No argument there. Ready Atreus?" she then asked as she fastened the leather straps over her legs to help keep her in the saddle.

I nodded and stood back up, stretching my wings, and said "I am. And next time we camp, remind me to talk to the gnome and introduce him to the concept of mufflers." before I took three running steps and took to the air.

Well, the sun was rising. At least there should be some good thermals soon I mused as the day got under way.



AN// Emperor Tippy is the one that deserve large thanks for betaing this section.

 

[IceWing]

Honestly, Atreus needs to resolve the issue with Marcus. Even if that entails sitting there as asking him specifically what he'd ASK you to do... Because, Atreus is not a beast of burden, and any OTHER dragon would likely frag him on principle...

"So, out of curiosity, Marcus, how long HAVE you had these suicidal thoughts?"

"What are you talking about, beast?"

"Well, I mean, you're acting as if a sophant is a beast of burden... And you're acting like a dragon is yours to order around like a dumb creature.... So, either you're terminally stupid, or you're suicidal. Because, this is the kind of thing that you're not likely to limit to just ONE dragon, and any other members of the dragon flights, who aren't willing to put up with your crap and trying to work with a friend in this ragtag little band of adventurers (OOC: murderhobos), will likely make an example of you to keep other humans from drinking from the same fountain of stupidity you apparently drank deeply from."

 

[Odysseus2099]

So far the story's been pretty good, Atreus is a bit angsty for a guy who got turned into a magic dragon, but there's one thing that's been bugging me since early on, the character Venir, or rather, her lack thereof. So far her characterization has basically been "nice girl, wanted to be a trader but got tired of being robbed." Which, for someone who's so important to the plot, is kind of bare bones. No deeper motivations, no real backstory beyond "father, wanted to be a trader all her life", she just saves the life of the hero, who then follows her around like a puppy without noticing she has all the personality of an actual NPC.

Of course, this could be intentional. People don't open up to everyone in their life. Maybe that's the reason she's seemed slightly off-balance these last few updates, beyond "guy I knew is now a dragon." She's thrown by Atreus's willingness to drop his magic classes the instant he thinks she might be in danger, while she's never really felt that close to him.

 

[Hiver]

Of course, this could be intentional. People don't open up to everyone in their life. Maybe that's the reason she's seemed slightly off-balance these last few updates, beyond "guy I knew is now a dragon." She's thrown by Atreus's willingness to drop his magic classes the instant he thinks she might be in danger, while she's never really felt that close to him.

Click to shrink...

This is part of it, actually. Venir don't like Atreus as much as he like her. She saw him as a friend, if one that tended to get himself in trouble and might need some looking after. But that was before 'dragon'.

She still think of him as a friend, just now she isnt quite that sure about anything else. Her father did fight in Northrend after all and some of it was against his kind. She have more characterization than have come up in the story as well, i just don't want to start dropping backstory and exposition where it don't fit.

I also forgot to do a edit to the previous parts that I thought up before going to sleep and then I forgot about. Thanks for reminding me.

Long story short, her current goal is to make enough money to start trading again... but this time as a company. Buy and sell, instead of riding around on a wagon. But that need quite a bit of gold to get started. I was going to work this into a earlier update, but I forgot. This is actually not only her goal. Another in the group is gathering money to open a store as well.

Derp.

 

[Hiver]

The Warlock was quite right.

Circling in the air above the caravan was just as boring as she thought it would be. But at least it was easy. This red sunbaked earth created the most amazing thermals, I barely had to beat my wings at all.

There was another good thing about this landscape.

We could see for miles in every direction with the only places for ambushes to hide being rock outcroppings. Those got special attention until we were sure they were clear. Meaning one of us went down, landed and checked them out while the second one provided close air support.

It gave me plenty of time to think though so that was good. I could also practice my magic, if only some things. A bit of illusion, a bit of fire.

The most annoying thing about this was that I couldn't read while flying.

But that I could do at night. One pro of Marcus disliking me and trusting me about as far as he could throw me that I was excluded from the night watch schedule. Gave me plenty of sleep and reading time.

Then again, it might simply be because I had been flying all day and needed the rest.

I'd bet my tail club that it was the first one though.

Lazily banking to the right I slowly circled the caravan again as the ten heavily loaded wagons kept crawling along the road.

We were not the only guards either.

Honor Hold sent soldiers as well that were riding with the caravan. Two per wagon, twenty in total.

To be honest, we were just the support group, they were the real guards.

We were the outriders, the scouts and the air support. They were the heavily armored hammer that would come crashing down on anybody stupid enough to try to hit the caravan.

As I flew along the caravan, I only wished that we had that kind of guards when we were the merchants. Then we wouldn't have had any problems with orcs or bandits.

We would likely still be on the road on those wagons and I would still be human.

Something pulled me from my thoughts, somewhere far in the distance there was a change in the landscape. The road lead into a pass far ahead, but it was not the shadows that caught my eye, it was strange shapes I could just about make out behind it.

"Venir, want to check it out?" I asked over the wind as I rested on my wings.

"Check what out?" she called back to me.

"Right in front. Strange shapes through the pass."

"I don't see anything. Let's have a look."

Huh. I didn't think my eyes were that much sharper. Then again, all I had to compare with was my old, bad vision.

I kind of thought this was what people saw without glasses.

Beating my wings I started to fly away from the caravan, leaving the Warlock on her carpet to circle the caravan.

Almost half a hour later I rested on my wings, slowly gliding lower. I did not like the sight of that pass. It was the best place for a ambush that I had seen so far. But as it was also so bloody obvious, I doubted that bandits would use it.

They knew we would be on our guard there.

"Zangarmarsh." Venir called out to me. "The next step of our journey."

That I liked even less.

If there was a deity that created this world, I'm pretty sure I knew what it was doing when it finished this area.

Following the pass far below I flew out above the marsh. It was full of mushrooms, half invisible in the dense blueish fog. Mushrooms the size of skyscrapers, hats the size of football fields if not larger.

I could not think of a better landscape for ambushes.

"Venir, we have a problem." I called back to her over the wind as I circled above the mushrooms and dense mist.

"Yeah! A big one!" she yelled back. She had spotted it as well.

From this altitude, we couldn't see the ground. If we couldn't see the ground, we couldn't see the caravan.

I started to circle lower, skimming just above the mist and mushrooms before moving down between a pair of extra large ones, diving beneath the wide tops.

It was horrible. The mist stank of decomposition and visibility was less than thirty meters. Mushrooms appeared out of fucking nowhere and I was forced to pull up hard as I almost clipped one.

Quickly I beat my wings, rising above the mist.

That was fucking horrible. No thermals, no visibility, a ton of obstacles.

"This won't work. I can't fly in this!" I called back to her as I worked my way back to high altitude again, banking around towards the pass behind us.

This was bad.

Something told me that the next week would be just horrible.



AN// Many thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.

 

[Giygas]

And this is when Atreus Bolas discovered about Black Mana!

 

[reaver]

He already found out about it. Remember the throw away comment about the necromantic spell.

 

[Vaermina]

If there was a deity that created this world, I'm pretty sure I knew what it was doing when it finished this area.

Click to shrink...

Getting a mushroom high, it's rare a Diety has it's priorities so straight.

 

[A Little World]

I thought the thread title said, "Spread your legs".

 

[Zap Rowsdower]

I thought the thread title said, "Spread your legs".

Click to shrink...

Dr. Freud? There's a patient here to see you...

 

[Hiver]

I was not wrong.

The road through the swamp was covered in wood in the worst places but it was bad. The ground was watersick, there were bugs everywhere and the area stank.

Sloshing through the water alongside the wagon I sighed, trying to keep a eye out as Tiral fluttered back and forth.

Well, at least somebody was happy.

That somebody was not me. The only one that was less happy than me was Sparklight. His flying machine didn't have a drive along the ground mode and is being dragged behind the rear most wagon on it's wheels.

At least it stopped roaring its damn engine noise.

Venir swatted another mosquito with a sigh of annoyance. Then there were the bugs. They didn't bother me too badly, apparently my scales were not worth the effort.

The rest of the caravan was not as lucky.

The worst thing though was not the bugs, the mist, the water. Not even the constant feeling of being in the perfect place for a ambush.

No, the worst thing was the difficulty of getting some sleep as all those things worked together to make it as hard as bloody possible. I couldn't even sleep on one of the wagons like the mortals.

Even flying up to sleep on one of the tallest mushrooms didn't help much, but at least it got me out of the worst mist and moisture.

...Bloody sleep deprivation. Now I'm thinking of them as mortals.

I sighed and followed the wagon onto the next wooden section, shaking the worst of the water from my paws.

If I got out of this without some kind of infection it would be a bloody miracle.

"I know." Venir said and patted my wing joint. "Just two more days, then we will be out of the swamp. At least if the map is to be believed. I'll be so glad when we get out of this heat."

"I hate this." I growled as I continued along the road. "I have half a mind to fly ahead. Wait for the caravan to reach us."

She sighed. "That's not the job. If we do... and believe me, I want to... we will never get paid."

I growled softly at that and just kept walking.

Later that day as the caravan made camp on what passed for a dry spot in this place, I laid down with a small sigh, shaking moisture from my wings as Venir climbed down from the saddle. "One more night after this." she said, putting her hand on my neck. "I'll go get your dinner, okay?"

I didn't particularly feel like eating but I nodded anyway. If I didn't eat, I really would get sick.

The things I do for my friend.

As she left I started to go through my little list of spells. I still had my task to collect data and quite frankly I had been putting it of until now. This swamp sucked. Hard.

Blue worked.

Fire did not work so no Red.

Green worked. Targos was right. The feeling of the green mana was wild. Primal. It felt amazing.

Faith based light spell didn't work.

I scooped a fist sized bug closer and let out a small blast of cold breath at it, killing it before I tried the next spell on the list.

Black light swirled and the dead bug dissolved into nothing.. The mana had a feeling of... inevitability. Uncompromising power. Of Death.

I stared at the spot for a long moment and swallowed.

Holy crap. Or rather, Unholy crap.

Necromancy. Now that was fucking freaky. I quickly looked around. Nobody saw it.

After what I heard about The Lich King and the Scourge. If anyone here found out I could do that, dragon or not, I would be killed in my sleep.

If there was something that was even more hated than demons, it was necromancers. Swamps created necromantic magic.

Oh.

Fuck.

Forget the Scourge, they were defeated even if they were still drifting around in Northrend. No... if this information got out to The Forsaken, the ex-scourge that was part of The Horde...

I quickly brushed the dead bug away as Venir returned, carrying a pair of large buckets. "You okay?" She asked with a frown.

"I am fine. I'll just be glad when we get out of this damn swamp." I said as I took a long, slow breath.

Nobody saw it. Nobody knew. Let's keep it like that. I knew Targos wanted to cover his bases, but Necromancy was nasty as hell. Why did I even have that damn spell!?

Eat and then sleep. We would soon be out of here. Like I didn't dislike this place enough before now.


AN// Many thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.

 

[Dorben]

Hiver, your SI is quite of a standout among SI's.

He hasn't even unintentionally bonded to a Land.

But c'mon, Atregon! Since your Magic sucks so bad, become a better DRAGON. In the short term it's a good idea, and it's quite good if you ever use Green or other enhancing magicks or magics.

Your Scales are Chainmail! Your Teeth are Knives! Your Claws are Daggers! Your Tail a Warhammer! Your Wings are the Whirlwind! Your Breath is the Freezing Chill of Northrend!

(Also, since Atregon is quite a bit smaller than Smaug, I toned down the metaphors.)

 

[Lagrange]

Hiver, your SI is quite of a standout among SI's.

He hasn't even unintentionally bonded to a Land.

But c'mon, Atregon! Since your Magic sucks so bad, become a better DRAGON. In the short term it's a good idea, and it's quite good if you ever use Green or other enhancing magicks or magics.

Your Scales are Chainmail! Your Teeth are Knives! Your Claws are Daggers! Your Tail a Warhammer! Your Wings are the Whirlwind! Your Breath is the Freezing Chill of Northrend!

(Also, since Atregon is quite a bit smaller than Smaug, I toned down the metaphors.)

Click to shrink...

He's bonded to the land the blue dragon cave is in. It's the only reason I can think of why he would have access to blue mana in the mountains and a swamp. He just doesn't know that yet.

 

[Skelethin]

He's bonded to the land the blue dragon cave is in. It's the only reason I can think of why he would have access to blue mana in the mountains and a swamp. He just doesn't know that yet.

Click to shrink...

Outland is literally a bunch of floating sections of land that happen to be tied to each other. Since blue is 'island'... and the entire continent is a giant island floating in space... it makes perfect sense.

 

[Jonnoda]

Outland is literally a bunch of floating sections of land that happen to be tied to each other. Since blue is 'island'... and the entire continent is a giant island floating in space... it makes perfect sense.

Click to shrink...

I guess that depends on what part of an 'Island' generates blue mana? The concept of of a patch of land surrounded by water/void/air, or the concept of water that surrounds the island.

I'm leaning more towards Langranges idea on this. If you think about it, he hasn't lived in a patch of land for longer than a week or so before moving on to a new location. Claiming lands is a bonding process, to do so passively without actively trying probably takes a while, the implication being you have to consider it 'home' or 'territory' n a general sense.

The only place that fits the current evidence of being an island, being in a place where he did find access to blue mana when he did not have it before, and being a location Atregos has stayed in for longer than week- is The Nexus.

 

[drakean]

Well, lands aren't just physical. Basic lands, such as islands and swamps, are. But then you start getting into the other types. As you get into the legendary lands, they start to move from physical to more metaphysical concepts. There's still a physical component of course, but a thousand year old city that is built upon layers and layers of catacombs filled with the dead might be a U/B legendary land despite being physically located in a plains area. As such, the Nexus might be a U land if it is a confluence of blue aligned energy, whether due to being an island for a given definition or because of some other more metaphysical reason. I don't know much WoW background, but if the Nexus is historically home to academia or technology, things that would fall under blue mana's 'Mind' archetype then it could be blue. Or it could be black or red if it is a blasted land where nothing can live without assistance. I don't know.

 

[failedcatchpa]

Love it when i dont get alerts on story updates...

 

[pheonix89]

Well, lands aren't just physical. Basic lands, such as islands and swamps, are. But then you start getting into the other types. As you get into the legendary lands, they start to move from physical to more metaphysical concepts. There's still a physical component of course, but a thousand year old city that is built upon layers and layers of catacombs filled with the dead might be a U/B legendary land despite being physically located in a plains area. As such, the Nexus might be a U land if it is a confluence of blue aligned energy, whether due to being an island for a given definition or because of some other more metaphysical reason. I don't know much WoW background, but if the Nexus is historically home to academia or technology, things that would fall under blue mana's 'Mind' archetype then it could be blue. Or it could be black or red if it is a blasted land where nothing can live without assistance. I don't know.

Click to shrink...

The nexus is the base of operations for the Dragonflight responsible for magic.

 

[Hiver]

The next day, around mid day, I was sloshing along the road like any other moment during the rest of the week.

Boring, soaking wet and buzzing with annoying bugs. The worst was actually the oppressing, thick mist. It pressed in from all all directions and smelled of decay and rotting wood like it had since we entered the swamp.

If there was one good thing with this entire dragon thing there was that there were no clothes for the stink to stick to.

A bath or two and I would be fine.

Lack of clothes also helped with the wet heat. I might have had to walk in the swamp water while she could stay relatively dry on my back, but at least I wasn't stuck in hot armor.

A a slight movement in the mist drew my attention to the right and I stopped, turning my head to look.

"What is it?" Venir asked and frowned.

"...Not sure. Just thought I saw movement." I said after a moment. "Most likely just a bug."

I started moving again just in time for an arrow to fly through the air where Venir was a second earlier.

"WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!" Venir yelled and jumped off the saddle. "Atreus, into the air!" she commanded as she ducked down by the closest wagon for cover as she pulled her crossbow and the guards scrambled for their weapons.

Into the air!?

In this mush? From a stand still!?

There could not be a worse field of battle. I tried anyway, beating my wings to catch the air but before I was more than a meter up, they were upon us.

But instead of orcs like I expected, it was... different. Yes, there were orcs, but there was also humans and gnomes.

Throwing myself to the side to avoid a blast of fire from a gnome I let myself to fall back onto the watersick ground.

Yeah, trying to take to the air now would be suicide. Not happening. Simply too damn slow.

Marcus let out a roar and charged the closest orc, slamming his shield into him, knocking the orcs axe to the side before slamming his sword into his chest and kicking him back.

Venir popped up and put a bolt into the gnome that tried to fry me as I ducked behind the trunk of a massive mushroom.

Without being able to take to the air I was just a large target! I never wished I was able to pull of an ice barrier more than at that moment.

One of the soldiers let out a yell of warning and pointed. I turned my head to look just in time for Marcus to spin around and raise his shield as a large shadow appeared from the mists.

A dragon. A dragon my size. A dragon with a rider.

The human dragonrider's mace slammed into Marcus shield, driving him back and knocking the shield to the side.

Before a follow up blow could come through he dove to the side, just managing to roll away from a claw swipe from the dragon.

My opponent then. Arse he might be, but I couldn't just leave him to be killed.

I rushed out from behind the mushroom and crossed the distance quickly before pouncing, even as the enemy dragon spun around in my direction.

His mount might have noticed, but the rider did not. Not in time.

I shoulder tackled the purple dragon to the side and his rider went flying into the mud on the other side. Jaws snapped through the air and I was barely able to jump back with a beat of my wings to avoid the counter attack.

Snarling softly we started to slowly circle each other in the muddy water next to the road, the swamp splashing around us.

He looked... different...than what I had seen before. He lacked horns, instead having a single spike up from the middle of his head. His wings were smoother, almost see-through and the tail ended in a pair of fins instead of the normal club of bone.

The coloration went from deep purple to a almost light neon blue.

Growling at him I kept circling slowly. We were the same size. What would determine this fight would be skill or backup.

Venir couldn't help me, she was too far away and had her own problems.

Marcus kept his rider busy.

It would be a fair fight. No backup on either side.

I hate fair fights.

He moved first, pouncing towards me, jaws snapping out towards my throat.

I responded, lowing my front end, ducking beneath his snapping jaws and stepping forward and to the side to slam the knuckels of my right wing into his snout.


Thank you, Rengosa!


The dragon pulled away with a snarl of pain and surprise and I continued my movement, half extending my right wing to block his sight as I dug my claws into the mud, turning it into a three hundred and sixty degree spin.

Suddenly I pulled my wing back only to brain him with my club tail and as I finished the turn I channeled my magic, letting out a blast of my ice breath.

The mist instantly turned completely opaque as it condensated and froze.

Fair fight.


Fuck fair fights.


Letting out another blast of frost right down at the ground beneath me, I formed another cloud around myself before I slowly and quietly backed away, weaving my blur spell around myself as I moved a bit to the side.

Come on. I am right here. Come get me. Give me a clear shot.

I slowly lowered myself to the ground to be as hard to spot as possible, tensing as I got ready.

I didn't need to wait for long. Five seconds later he came bursting through the mist and let out a blast of breath of his own through the almost completely sight blocking mist. It was some kind of purple energy spray that looked distinctly unhealthy to be hit by.

Sadly for him, he didn't even aim anywhere close to me.


I pounced.


Slamming into his side hard I knocked him over onto the half frozen water as my jaw clamped down on his throat.

His claws dug into my scales and flesh but I didn't let go. Instead I took leverage against him and pulled, giving my head a twist and my teeth cut through flesh.

The dragon jerked twice and then collapsed beneath me and I growled down at him before letting go of the remains of his throat as the swamp turned red.

Sounds of fighting brought my attention from my dead opponent and I lifted my head to look into the mist.





AN// Many thanks to The Grey Rook for betaing this section.

 

[Amberion]

And the Shadow Council makes an appearance!

 

[Professor Vesca]

...

You killed a Netherwing. They ARE an endangered species you know?

My jimmies have been rustled.

 

[kylina]

I'm confused. Does Atreus not remember anything at all before he landed here? Like, didn't he know about Magick and how it worked? I thought an SI would know?

 

[Grey Rook]

I'm confused. Does Atreus not remember anything at all before he landed here? Like, didn't he know about Magick and how it worked? I thought an SI would know?

Click to shrink...

Hiver specifically added amnesia to his SI in order to nerf him. He also said that the SI will not remember any setting he might end up visiting.

 

[Silvan Eldar]

Poor enslaved Nether-Drake, may it find peace in whatever afterlife the Titans built for their draconic creations.

And like always a great chapter.

 

[Destrark]

Hiver specifically added amnesia to his SI in order to nerf him. He also said that the SI will not remember any setting he might end up visiting.

Click to shrink...

wait what!? I seriously hope you dont mean he'll forget everything about Azeroth except the magic he learned as soon as he leaves. Thats like a permanent disability to the character basically.