Chapter 165: Pillars of Sand
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Chapter 165: Pillars of Sand
Pillars of Sand
Master Basil collected his students from the entrance hall. "No more tours. Time to test your skill. Follow me." With slow steps, the teacher led them through the dining hall to the northern part of the castle, which held the different rooms for elemental magic teaching. They went down a staircase, not far from the one that led to the Vault of Water, moving below ground.
With only the earthmage's light hovering above to illuminate the hallway, they descended until making a sudden turn. Although darkness surrounded him, Martel could sense they stood in a large space.
He felt a small burst of magic from Master Basil, and torches in each corner lit up. "Welcome to the Chamber of Earth. This is where I teach. Solid dirt beneath us." Their teacher stamped his foot against the ground a few times, as if patting the earth itself.
Martel glanced in every direction. Torches helped to establish the size of the chamber, giving him some sense of how far it stretched, some thirty times thirty feet. Yet he could not actually see the walls as their dark colour simply made them look to be one with the general darkness, and it gave him the eerie sense of standing in the middle of an endless void.
"First. Let me assess your skills. Show me your powers with earth," Master Basil bade them.
One after the other, the novices demonstrated how far they had come practising this element with Master Alastair. The first two both managed to raise small mounds of dirt, but nothing more.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Martel's turn. Unlike with Mistress Rana and Master Gilbert, he did not have to impress this teacher as well. But he wanted to. Holding out his hands, he raised earth from the ground into a smooth, perfectly round pillar, held up only by his magic.
Master Basil made a mumbling sound and nodded to himself. Not particularly impressed, it seemed. As Martel released his spellcraft, the pillar of earth reflected his confidence and collapsed.
One novice left. He also stretched out his hands, palms downwards. But instead of small mounds of dirt or a column, something else entirely rose from the ground. To Martel's amazement, he saw the shape of the building. Quickly, he recognised it. When standing on the Tower of Air, this was the view of the Lyceum.
Martel marvelled at the sight. The representation was crude, lacking details, but miles ahead of what Martel could do. Just the fact that it was so easily recognisable as the school left him astonished.
Once inside, he revealed the herbs he had brought, supplying their dwindling stock of remedies. The children continued to surround him, asking about bruises and miscoloured spots, or relating tales of exploits.
It did not take long for Weasel to make his sudden appearance. "The Copper Mage graces us with his presence!"
As always, the small chief talked and acted much older than his years. "You heard about that? I'm surprised anyone outside The Drum knows," Martel expressed.
"Oh yes," Badger confirmed while nodding vigorously. "Kerra's people make sure to spread the word. Everyone in the copper lanes know."
"But does it mean you won't be our friend anymore?" Mouse asked with a sad voice.
"Of course not," Martel assured her. "But I do bring a warning."
The children exchanged looks, some of them already wearing a frightened expression. "What is it?" asked Weasel gruffly.
"The full moon is at its highest between next Solday and Pelday," the mageknight explained. "Be careful, not just on that night, but also the days leading up." He noticed that Sparrow was not in the room, perhaps for the best; she did not need any reminders of the dangers stalking the copper lanes during full moons.
"Fine. We'll take our precautions," Weasel declared.
"Good." Martel hesitated. "You know what today is, right? It's Malday. Three days left."
Weasel just gave him an offended look.
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Chapter 165: Pillars of Sand
Pillars of Sand
Master Basil collected his students from the entrance hall. "No more tours. Time to test your skill. Follow me." With slow steps, the teacher led them through the dining hall to the northern part of the castle, which held the different rooms for elemental magic teaching. They went down a staircase, not far from the one that led to the Vault of Water, moving below ground.
With only the earthmage's light hovering above to illuminate the hallway, they descended until making a sudden turn. Although darkness surrounded him, Martel could sense they stood in a large space.
He felt a small burst of magic from Master Basil, and torches in each corner lit up. "Welcome to the Chamber of Earth. This is where I teach. Solid dirt beneath us." Their teacher stamped his foot against the ground a few times, as if patting the earth itself.
Martel glanced in every direction. Torches helped to establish the size of the chamber, giving him some sense of how far it stretched, some thirty times thirty feet. Yet he could not actually see the walls as their dark colour simply made them look to be one with the general darkness, and it gave him the eerie sense of standing in the middle of an endless void.
"First. Let me assess your skills. Show me your powers with earth," Master Basil bade them.
One after the other, the novices demonstrated how far they had come practising this element with Master Alastair. The first two both managed to raise small mounds of dirt, but nothing more.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Martel's turn. Unlike with Mistress Rana and Master Gilbert, he did not have to impress this teacher as well. But he wanted to. Holding out his hands, he raised earth from the ground into a smooth, perfectly round pillar, held up only by his magic.
Master Basil made a mumbling sound and nodded to himself. Not particularly impressed, it seemed. As Martel released his spellcraft, the pillar of earth reflected his confidence and collapsed.
One novice left. He also stretched out his hands, palms downwards. But instead of small mounds of dirt or a column, something else entirely rose from the ground. To Martel's amazement, he saw the shape of the building. Quickly, he recognised it. When standing on the Tower of Air, this was the view of the Lyceum.
Martel marvelled at the sight. The representation was crude, lacking details, but miles ahead of what Martel could do. Just the fact that it was so easily recognisable as the school left him astonished.
Once inside, he revealed the herbs he had brought, supplying their dwindling stock of remedies. The children continued to surround him, asking about bruises and miscoloured spots, or relating tales of exploits.
It did not take long for Weasel to make his sudden appearance. "The Copper Mage graces us with his presence!"
As always, the small chief talked and acted much older than his years. "You heard about that? I'm surprised anyone outside The Drum knows," Martel expressed.
"Oh yes," Badger confirmed while nodding vigorously. "Kerra's people make sure to spread the word. Everyone in the copper lanes know."
"But does it mean you won't be our friend anymore?" Mouse asked with a sad voice.
"Of course not," Martel assured her. "But I do bring a warning."
The children exchanged looks, some of them already wearing a frightened expression. "What is it?" asked Weasel gruffly.
"The full moon is at its highest between next Solday and Pelday," the mageknight explained. "Be careful, not just on that night, but also the days leading up." He noticed that Sparrow was not in the room, perhaps for the best; she did not need any reminders of the dangers stalking the copper lanes during full moons.
"Fine. We'll take our precautions," Weasel declared.
"Good." Martel hesitated. "You know what today is, right? It's Malday. Three days left."
Weasel just gave him an offended look.
Chapter 165: Pillars of SandPillars of SandMaster Basil collected his students from the entrance hall. "No more tours. Time to test your skill. Follow me." With slow steps, the teacher led them through the dining hall to the northern part of the castle, which held the different rooms for elemental magic teaching. They went down a staircase, not far from the one that led to the Vault of Water, moving below ground.With only the earthmage's light hovering above to illuminate the hallway, they descended until making a sudden turn. Although darkness surrounded him, Martel could sense they stood in a large space.He felt a small burst of magic from Master Basil, and torches in each corner lit up. "Welcome to the Chamber of Earth. This is where I teach. Solid dirt beneath us." Their teacher stamped his foot against the ground a few times, as if patting the earth itself.Martel glanced in every direction. Torches helped to establish the size of the chamber, giving him some sense of how far it stretched, some thirty times thirty feet. Yet he could not actually see the walls as their dark colour simply made them look to be one with the general darkness, and it gave him the eerie sense of standing in the middle of an endless void."First. Let me assess your skills. Show me your powers with earth," Master Basil bade them.One after the other, the novices demonstrated how far they had come practising this element with Master Alastair. The first two both managed to raise small mounds of dirt, but nothing more.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.Martel's turn. Unlike with Mistress Rana and Master Gilbert, he did not have to impress this teacher as well. But he wanted to. Holding out his hands, he raised earth from the ground into a smooth, perfectly round pillar, held up only by his magic.Master Basil made a mumbling sound and nodded to himself. Not particularly impressed, it seemed. As Martel released his spellcraft, the pillar of earth reflected his confidence and collapsed.One novice left. He also stretched out his hands, palms downwards. But instead of small mounds of dirt or a column, something else entirely rose from the ground. To Martel's amazement, he saw the shape of the building. Quickly, he recognised it. When standing on the Tower of Air, this was the view of the Lyceum.Martel marvelled at the sight. The representation was crude, lacking details, but miles ahead of what Martel could do. Just the fact that it was so easily recognisable as the school left him astonished.Once inside, he revealed the herbs he had brought, supplying their dwindling stock of remedies. The children continued to surround him, asking about bruises and miscoloured spots, or relating tales of exploits.It did not take long for Weasel to make his sudden appearance. "The Copper Mage graces us with his presence!"As always, the small chief talked and acted much older than his years. "You heard about that? I'm surprised anyone outside The Drum knows," Martel expressed."Oh yes," Badger confirmed while nodding vigorously. "Kerra's people make sure to spread the word. Everyone in the copper lanes know.""But does it mean you won't be our friend anymore?" Mouse asked with a sad voice."Of course not," Martel assured her. "But I do bring a warning."The children exchanged looks, some of them already wearing a frightened expression. "What is it?" asked Weasel gruffly."The full moon is at its highest between next Solday and Pelday," the mageknight explained. "Be careful, not just on that night, but also the days leading up." He noticed that Sparrow was not in the room, perhaps for the best; she did not need any reminders of the dangers stalking the copper lanes during full moons."Fine. We'll take our precautions," Weasel declared."Good." Martel hesitated. "You know what today is, right? It's Malday. Three days left."Weasel just gave him an offended look.
