Chapter 36:
Feli grabbed the soap, dipped it briefly into one of the buckets, and began to lather Stryg’s back. “So, what brings a mage to the Merry Crescent?”
Stryg felt a bit odd having someone wash him as if he were a baby, but he enjoyed being in such close proximity with the beautiful barmaid. “I… had a rough night. I came to get a drink.”
Feli paused. Stryg had just killed a guard because he had a rough day? She didn’t even want to think about what would constitute a rough day for a mage.
“I thought magi went to fancy bars and restaurants in the night district or someplace,” she continued.
“Well, actually I did come from a restaurant in the villa district, but I much prefer a tavern like this.”
“Really?” Feli giggled while scrubbing his arms. “You like a rickety tavern like this over a modern marble restaurant?”
“Yes. Both have annoying people, but the food’s better here.” Stryg titled his head back, “And I actually like some people here.”
“Me too,” she whispered into his ear.
A shock ran up his spine as she kissed his shoulder. He liked it.
“Did you always prefer tavern food over the fancy stuff?” Feli asked, hoping to gather more information.
“If by always you mean a few months, then yes. I haven’t been in Hollow Shade for very long.”
“You’re a foreigner? From one of the nearby towns or somewhere further?” Feli asked.
“Further. Vulture Woods. I was born into the Blood Fang tribe, one of the greatest tribes.”
Feli paused her washing. She had never gotten a formal education, but people talked a lot in taverns, and she had learned to listen. Vulture Woods was one of the most dangerous areas in all the Realm. The only tribes that were said to live there were the savage sylvan tribes. Barbaric goblins who like the other residents of Vulture Woods, killed anything on sight.
Stryg couldn’t be one of them, could he? His speech was clear, devoid of any brutish accent she would have thought barbarians used. Then again, Stryg had ripped a man’s face off. Feli’s resolve wavered, she was scared. What if she made a mistake and he decided to kill her? He was a mage and she was just a common barmaid, no one would bat an eye. The guards were clearly on his side as well. Her death would go unnoticed.
“Feli, are you done?” Stryg asked.
“Not at all,” Feli kept washing his back.
She couldn’t give up over some tavern rumors. Even if Stryg was dangerous, it didn’t mean he’d harm her. All she needed to do was seduce him. Many men had fallen in love with her and she hadn’t even been trying. She could do this. He was still a man like any other.
“What brought you to Hollow Shade?” Feli asked.
“...I was travelling in the Woods and my party and I were attacked by a group of lamias.”
“What are those?”
“Beastkin, half-snake. They killed everyone but me. A poacher managed to catch me in my weakened state.” Stryg clenched his fists. “It was my complete failure.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. But, you can’t blame yourself, it sounds like you were ambushed. No one can see something like that coming.”
“I should have seen it. I’m the one with perfect night vision,” Stryg had never told that last bit to anyone, not even Plum or his master. But having Feli here, somehow made it easier, if only a little.
He took a ragged breath, “I should have warned my tribemates. But, I froze and they died.” And then he found out the shaman, Cruvor, had lied to him. Stryg didn’t want to talk about that sore part though. That night couldn’t have been worse for him.
Feli didn’t know what to say. So, instead she leaned forward and hugged him from behind, her large bust squishing onto his back. Feli rested her head on his shoulder and leaned her cheek on his. Stryg loved the soft sensations, he closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the moment. He now understood why someone would want help in a bath. He could get used to this.
“After the poacher tied me up he brought me to this city. I escaped thanks to my magical abilities. Then I managed to enroll in the magic academy. I promised myself I’d become strong. Strong enough to find that hunter and capture him. I’ll find his damn centaur too, kill it and roast it over a fire. I’ll eat it in front of the damn poacher, then I’ll kill him too.”
“Eat a centaur, hehe. That’s funny.”
Stryg opened his eyes and turned to look at her, “I wasn’t joking.”
“Huh? You’re saying you’d actually eat a centaur? I know their animals, but they’re still intelligent. They’re not like chickens,” Feli explained as if he hadn’t thought it through.
She heard rumors that some of the upper society ate centaur meat, but she didn’t think it was true.
“I’ve eaten other intelligent creatures before. Even a human once,” Stryg said.
Feli took a shaky step back.
Stryg saw the fear in her eyes. He liked the idea of being feared, but not like this.
“Does that sound strange to you?” Stryg sighed. “I’ve noticed there are a lot of things people here find weird that I find normal and vice versa. I try not to talk too much to avoid the attention it draws me. I’m not here to make friends. Not that I see you as one. But, heh… For some reason,” His lilac eyes met hers, “I thought it might be different with you. Just another foolish mistake.”
Feli recognized the feelings behind the look on his face. The feeling of rejection and its acceptance after being rejected so many other times. This was bad, she was losing him, because of her own idiotic assumptions. He wasn’t going to kill her. He was all alone in this city, like her.
How could she not have seen it earlier? The way he had always acted in the tavern. Away from the rest even when they sat next to him. He was alone, but maybe he didn’t want to be. So, what if he had possibly eaten a person? Vampires drank the blood of practically anyone, it didn’t mean they would kill their friends and family. Feli couldn’t afford to shy away from him now.
“You’re not a fool, far from it. You’re different, but you’re a mage, what mage isn’t?” She laughed, and leaned into the tub. “And I like you just the way you are.”
“...Is that so?” Stryg muttered. His eyes stared at her swaying breasts.
“You can touch them,” Feli said.
Stryg didn’t hesitate. His hands tore out of the water and grasped her boobs. His fingers sunk into her soft flesh. He could feel her nipples beneath the bra. A smile crept onto his face as he kneaded her tits.
“They’re so big,” he muttered.
“You like them huh?” Feli smirked.
“Mm,” He drew his face closer. “How did you come to the Merry Crescent in the first place?”
Feli’s smile fell. She didn’t want to tell him about her past. There was nothing pretty there.
“I grew up around here and I just picked up the job when I was ready,” she said.
Feli placed her hand on his toned chest, she liked what she saw. Her fingers traced downwards, below the water. Her hand wrapped around his erection.
It was bigger than she imagined, “It seems you have something ready too.”
Stryg wanted her badly and in his mind she had just issued a challenge. Goblins were always competing, to make others submit, to prove to be on top. He wasn’t going to lose this night challenge. He kissed her red lips with swift deftness. She returned his kiss with a small moan before she stood and took a step back.
“What’s this?” Stryg stood up too. Was she trying to back off after all of that?
“Please, don’t misunderstand. I want to spend the night with you. But,” Feli curled her lips, “I’ve never done this before. You see, I’ve been waiting for the perfect one.”
She took off her bra, her bountiful breasts and nipples revealed in all their glory, “I’ll only be with my future husband.”
“So, you’re saying you only want to have sex with your husband? Where is he? Is he the one challenging me?”
Feli turned her head and frowned, “What? No. I want you to be my husband. I’ll only sleep with you if we get married.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
Feli looked up at the ceiling. She wanted to scream so badly. Feli had waited so long for a suitable middle-class husband, someone who could take her away from the commoner’s life. Instead she found a once in a lifetime potential high-class husband, and he didn’t even know what marriage was. She felt as if her patron god, Stjerne, was playing a trick on her.
Feli took a deep breath. It was okay, she could do this. It didn’t matter if he was a barbarian, she could teach him. She’d help them both rise above their station.
“A marriage is when two people decided to become romantic partners for life. They promise themselves to each other and no other.”
“Wait, you are saying that if I marry you, I can’t have sex with anyone else?” Stryg asked with skepticism.
Feli was one of the most beautiful humans he had ever seen, but in his time in Hollow Shade he had seen many other beautiful women. Feli was insane if she thought he’d only sleep with her.
Feli began to panic as she saw Stryg glancing at the door. “W-well, actually that’s not always the case.”
“Explain,” Stryg said with a taut voice.
“Even if I became your wife, your equal, I wouldn’t mind you visiting brothels and the like if you wish.”
“There’s no such thing as equality. Someone is always greater than the other. And why would I ever need your permission for anything?” Stryg narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t her slave nor her pet.
“Um, okay, I see.” Feli bit her lower lip. He valued his independence, that was fair, if a bit rude in the way he phrased it.
Feli didn’t want to mention diverse marriages, but it seemed she had no choice.
“Most people, well actually, most commoners, tend to enter equality marriages. A marriage where both partners are equal, an equal wife and an equal husband. But, some people, the more well off individuals, I guess, enter what is called a diverse marriage.” She sighed, “It's where one primary spouse has several minor spouses.”
Feli didn’t want to mention diverse marriages because minor spouses were often subject to the whims of the primary spouse. Feli had hoped to enter an equal marriage so that she may have greater control over her life. She still could. Feli could leave right now and hope to find a potential middle-class husband. She knew if she waited long enough, one would appear. But, if Feli left now, she could say goodbye to ever living in the villa district, to ever grace the high-class lifestyle. Feli knew what she wanted, she made her choice.
“...I can be your minor wife. All you have to do is sign a little marriage contract,” she whispered.
“I’ll think about it,” Stryg didn’t want to enter a contract without looking at it himself.
Though, the proposition of marriage did seem tempting. It reminded him of the Blood Fang’s chief and his two women.
Feli took a shaky breath. This goblin was pushing her limits, but she had already chosen him. It didn’t matter if he didn’t marry her right away. An engagement would suffice. Even just getting pregnant could work. Commoners may abandon their children, but no middle-class, let alone high-class had that luxury. They’d be shunned by upper society.
If things went well tonight Feli would make Stryg take her as a minor wife, if not take her hand in an equality marriage. Well, probably not the latter, but the former was enough for her. Feli was going to get out of this place, one way or another.
Feli slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them to the ground.
She sauntered over to the tub and gently pushed Stryg back down into the water, “Do you like what you see?”
Stryg swallowed his saliva. The game was afoot.
Frostbird Hello, everyone! Hope you are enjoying Stryg's and Feli's budding relationship, or whatever you might call it. I wanted to also let people know that I am still working on a discord channel and hope to have a detailed glossary launched with it soon. I've been busy, so it hasn't happened yet, but I am still working on it, I haven't given up. Please look forward to it!
I asked what color you wanted to see, but I saw no answers, so I decided to write about black magic. It is the color we have touched upon the most within the story, so I thought I might as well write an excerpt on it already.
Black Mana:
Black mana is fused with death and dark elemental energies.
The fusion of death energy creates necromancy spells. This form of black magic allows a mage to raise and control undead. Necromancy can only control the bodies of the dead, not their souls in any way. The more preserved the corpsed the easier it is to control. The longer a mage spends on reanimating a corpse the longer it will last as an undead, before needing to be replenished with mana. Most black magi, at best can only control a few undead at a time. Undead are weakened by light, their bodies become stiff in daylight and are rendered useless. Undead are very useful at night, however. They can perform various tasks, such as patrolling, fighting, carrying, etc.
The fusion of dark energy creates shadow spells. Shadow spells can manipulate one’s own shadows and through it the shadows of others, including objects. Shadow magic tends to be used as a form of camouflage, to help infiltrate or to help in night battles. Very skilled and powerful shadow magi can turn shadows tangible and use them to attack others. While tangible shadows are very flexible and strong, they are brittle and are a poor excuse for defense.
Pure black mana creates soul spells. Soul magic allows the user to manipulate the souls of others, which normally causes their death. Soul magic is generally not used in combat, because the spells require direct contact and long channeling times. Powerful true black magi can use soul spells to create shades from the souls of others. The more powerful the soul, the more powerful the shade. However, even an arch mage would at best be able to control a few shades at a time. That the walls of Hollow Shade harbor hundreds of shades, remains a mystery to all.
Hollow Shade recruits many black magi that focus in necromancy magic, to help bolster their undead warriors. There are far fewer black magi that focus on shadow magic within Hollow Shade, most of whom act as spies or assassins for powerful families. True black magi are revered highly within the entire Ebon Realm, thanks to their magic sharing alignment with the Realm’s color, black.
Prominent Black Magi Include:
Loh Noir: A drow and a manifold high master mage who wields 3 chromatic colors, black, grey, and orange. She is a scion of the famed magical Noir family. Her astounding spell casting skills coupled with her offensive chromatic colors, have made her one of the most prominent mage duelists in all the Ebon Realm. She currently works as a professor at the magic academy in Hollow Shade. She is the master of Stryg.
Stryg: A goblin hybrid and manifold mage novice. He wields two chromatic colors, black and grey. He is currently a student at the magic academy in Hollow Shade. He is the apprentice of Loh Noir. He is a child of the sylvan Blood Fang tribe.
Gette: A human master mage. He is a professor at the magic academy of Hollow Shade. He is skilled in both forms of black magic, necromancy and shadow. He currently teaches “Intro to Black Magic” to Stryg and other 1st years.
If you liked the chapter please leave a like, if there is something else you are interested in knowing about the lore, or if you have any questions, remarks, or just want to say hi drop a comment below!
Chapter 36:
Feli grabbed the soap, dipped it briefly into one of the buckets, and began to lather Stryg’s back. “So, what brings a mage to the Merry Crescent?”
Stryg felt a bit odd having someone wash him as if he were a baby, but he enjoyed being in such close proximity with the beautiful barmaid. “I… had a rough night. I came to get a drink.”
Feli paused. Stryg had just killed a guard because he had a rough day? She didn’t even want to think about what would constitute a rough day for a mage.
“I thought magi went to fancy bars and restaurants in the night district or someplace,” she continued.
“Well, actually I did come from a restaurant in the villa district, but I much prefer a tavern like this.”
“Really?” Feli giggled while scrubbing his arms. “You like a rickety tavern like this over a modern marble restaurant?”
“Yes. Both have annoying people, but the food’s better here.” Stryg titled his head back, “And I actually like some people here.”
“Me too,” she whispered into his ear.
A shock ran up his spine as she kissed his shoulder. He liked it.
“Did you always prefer tavern food over the fancy stuff?” Feli asked, hoping to gather more information.
“If by always you mean a few months, then yes. I haven’t been in Hollow Shade for very long.”
“You’re a foreigner? From one of the nearby towns or somewhere further?” Feli asked.
“Further. Vulture Woods. I was born into the Blood Fang tribe, one of the greatest tribes.”
Feli paused her washing. She had never gotten a formal education, but people talked a lot in taverns, and she had learned to listen. Vulture Woods was one of the most dangerous areas in all the Realm. The only tribes that were said to live there were the savage sylvan tribes. Barbaric goblins who like the other residents of Vulture Woods, killed anything on sight.
Stryg couldn’t be one of them, could he? His speech was clear, devoid of any brutish accent she would have thought barbarians used. Then again, Stryg had ripped a man’s face off. Feli’s resolve wavered, she was scared. What if she made a mistake and he decided to kill her? He was a mage and she was just a common barmaid, no one would bat an eye. The guards were clearly on his side as well. Her death would go unnoticed.
“Feli, are you done?” Stryg asked.
“Not at all,” Feli kept washing his back.
She couldn’t give up over some tavern rumors. Even if Stryg was dangerous, it didn’t mean he’d harm her. All she needed to do was seduce him. Many men had fallen in love with her and she hadn’t even been trying. She could do this. He was still a man like any other.
“What brought you to Hollow Shade?” Feli asked.
“...I was travelling in the Woods and my party and I were attacked by a group of lamias.”
“What are those?”
“Beastkin, half-snake. They killed everyone but me. A poacher managed to catch me in my weakened state.” Stryg clenched his fists. “It was my complete failure.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. But, you can’t blame yourself, it sounds like you were ambushed. No one can see something like that coming.”
“I should have seen it. I’m the one with perfect night vision,” Stryg had never told that last bit to anyone, not even Plum or his master. But having Feli here, somehow made it easier, if only a little.
He took a ragged breath, “I should have warned my tribemates. But, I froze and they died.” And then he found out the shaman, Cruvor, had lied to him. Stryg didn’t want to talk about that sore part though. That night couldn’t have been worse for him.
Feli didn’t know what to say. So, instead she leaned forward and hugged him from behind, her large bust squishing onto his back. Feli rested her head on his shoulder and leaned her cheek on his. Stryg loved the soft sensations, he closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the moment. He now understood why someone would want help in a bath. He could get used to this.
“After the poacher tied me up he brought me to this city. I escaped thanks to my magical abilities. Then I managed to enroll in the magic academy. I promised myself I’d become strong. Strong enough to find that hunter and capture him. I’ll find his damn centaur too, kill it and roast it over a fire. I’ll eat it in front of the damn poacher, then I’ll kill him too.”
“Eat a centaur, hehe. That’s funny.”
Stryg opened his eyes and turned to look at her, “I wasn’t joking.”
“Huh? You’re saying you’d actually eat a centaur? I know their animals, but they’re still intelligent. They’re not like chickens,” Feli explained as if he hadn’t thought it through.
She heard rumors that some of the upper society ate centaur meat, but she didn’t think it was true.
“I’ve eaten other intelligent creatures before. Even a human once,” Stryg said.
Feli took a shaky step back.
Stryg saw the fear in her eyes. He liked the idea of being feared, but not like this.
“Does that sound strange to you?” Stryg sighed. “I’ve noticed there are a lot of things people here find weird that I find normal and vice versa. I try not to talk too much to avoid the attention it draws me. I’m not here to make friends. Not that I see you as one. But, heh… For some reason,” His lilac eyes met hers, “I thought it might be different with you. Just another foolish mistake.”
Feli recognized the feelings behind the look on his face. The feeling of rejection and its acceptance after being rejected so many other times. This was bad, she was losing him, because of her own idiotic assumptions. He wasn’t going to kill her. He was all alone in this city, like her.
How could she not have seen it earlier? The way he had always acted in the tavern. Away from the rest even when they sat next to him. He was alone, but maybe he didn’t want to be. So, what if he had possibly eaten a person? Vampires drank the blood of practically anyone, it didn’t mean they would kill their friends and family. Feli couldn’t afford to shy away from him now.
“You’re not a fool, far from it. You’re different, but you’re a mage, what mage isn’t?” She laughed, and leaned into the tub. “And I like you just the way you are.”
“...Is that so?” Stryg muttered. His eyes stared at her swaying breasts.
“You can touch them,” Feli said.
Stryg didn’t hesitate. His hands tore out of the water and grasped her boobs. His fingers sunk into her soft flesh. He could feel her nipples beneath the bra. A smile crept onto his face as he kneaded her tits.
“They’re so big,” he muttered.
“You like them huh?” Feli smirked.
“Mm,” He drew his face closer. “How did you come to the Merry Crescent in the first place?”
Feli’s smile fell. She didn’t want to tell him about her past. There was nothing pretty there.
“I grew up around here and I just picked up the job when I was ready,” she said.
Feli placed her hand on his toned chest, she liked what she saw. Her fingers traced downwards, below the water. Her hand wrapped around his erection.
It was bigger than she imagined, “It seems you have something ready too.”
Stryg wanted her badly and in his mind she had just issued a challenge. Goblins were always competing, to make others submit, to prove to be on top. He wasn’t going to lose this night challenge. He kissed her red lips with swift deftness. She returned his kiss with a small moan before she stood and took a step back.
“What’s this?” Stryg stood up too. Was she trying to back off after all of that?
“Please, don’t misunderstand. I want to spend the night with you. But,” Feli curled her lips, “I’ve never done this before. You see, I’ve been waiting for the perfect one.”
She took off her bra, her bountiful breasts and nipples revealed in all their glory, “I’ll only be with my future husband.”
“So, you’re saying you only want to have sex with your husband? Where is he? Is he the one challenging me?”
Feli turned her head and frowned, “What? No. I want you to be my husband. I’ll only sleep with you if we get married.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
Feli looked up at the ceiling. She wanted to scream so badly. Feli had waited so long for a suitable middle-class husband, someone who could take her away from the commoner’s life. Instead she found a once in a lifetime potential high-class husband, and he didn’t even know what marriage was. She felt as if her patron god, Stjerne, was playing a trick on her.
Feli took a deep breath. It was okay, she could do this. It didn’t matter if he was a barbarian, she could teach him. She’d help them both rise above their station.
“A marriage is when two people decided to become romantic partners for life. They promise themselves to each other and no other.”
“Wait, you are saying that if I marry you, I can’t have sex with anyone else?” Stryg asked with skepticism.
Feli was one of the most beautiful humans he had ever seen, but in his time in Hollow Shade he had seen many other beautiful women. Feli was insane if she thought he’d only sleep with her.
Feli began to panic as she saw Stryg glancing at the door. “W-well, actually that’s not always the case.”
“Explain,” Stryg said with a taut voice.
“Even if I became your wife, your equal, I wouldn’t mind you visiting brothels and the like if you wish.”
“There’s no such thing as equality. Someone is always greater than the other. And why would I ever need your permission for anything?” Stryg narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t her slave nor her pet.
“Um, okay, I see.” Feli bit her lower lip. He valued his independence, that was fair, if a bit rude in the way he phrased it.
Feli didn’t want to mention diverse marriages, but it seemed she had no choice.
“Most people, well actually, most commoners, tend to enter equality marriages. A marriage where both partners are equal, an equal wife and an equal husband. But, some people, the more well off individuals, I guess, enter what is called a diverse marriage.” She sighed, “It's where one primary spouse has several minor spouses.”
Feli didn’t want to mention diverse marriages because minor spouses were often subject to the whims of the primary spouse. Feli had hoped to enter an equal marriage so that she may have greater control over her life. She still could. Feli could leave right now and hope to find a potential middle-class husband. She knew if she waited long enough, one would appear. But, if Feli left now, she could say goodbye to ever living in the villa district, to ever grace the high-class lifestyle. Feli knew what she wanted, she made her choice.
“...I can be your minor wife. All you have to do is sign a little marriage contract,” she whispered.
“I’ll think about it,” Stryg didn’t want to enter a contract without looking at it himself.
Though, the proposition of marriage did seem tempting. It reminded him of the Blood Fang’s chief and his two women.
Feli took a shaky breath. This goblin was pushing her limits, but she had already chosen him. It didn’t matter if he didn’t marry her right away. An engagement would suffice. Even just getting pregnant could work. Commoners may abandon their children, but no middle-class, let alone high-class had that luxury. They’d be shunned by upper society.
If things went well tonight Feli would make Stryg take her as a minor wife, if not take her hand in an equality marriage. Well, probably not the latter, but the former was enough for her. Feli was going to get out of this place, one way or another.
Feli slipped her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them to the ground.
She sauntered over to the tub and gently pushed Stryg back down into the water, “Do you like what you see?”
Stryg swallowed his saliva. The game was afoot.
Frostbird Hello, everyone! Hope you are enjoying Stryg's and Feli's budding relationship, or whatever you might call it. I wanted to also let people know that I am still working on a discord channel and hope to have a detailed glossary launched with it soon. I've been busy, so it hasn't happened yet, but I am still working on it, I haven't given up. Please look forward to it!
I asked what color you wanted to see, but I saw no answers, so I decided to write about black magic. It is the color we have touched upon the most within the story, so I thought I might as well write an excerpt on it already.
Black Mana:
Black mana is fused with death and dark elemental energies.
The fusion of death energy creates necromancy spells. This form of black magic allows a mage to raise and control undead. Necromancy can only control the bodies of the dead, not their souls in any way. The more preserved the corpsed the easier it is to control. The longer a mage spends on reanimating a corpse the longer it will last as an undead, before needing to be replenished with mana. Most black magi, at best can only control a few undead at a time. Undead are weakened by light, their bodies become stiff in daylight and are rendered useless. Undead are very useful at night, however. They can perform various tasks, such as patrolling, fighting, carrying, etc.
The fusion of dark energy creates shadow spells. Shadow spells can manipulate one’s own shadows and through it the shadows of others, including objects. Shadow magic tends to be used as a form of camouflage, to help infiltrate or to help in night battles. Very skilled and powerful shadow magi can turn shadows tangible and use them to attack others. While tangible shadows are very flexible and strong, they are brittle and are a poor excuse for defense.
Pure black mana creates soul spells. Soul magic allows the user to manipulate the souls of others, which normally causes their death. Soul magic is generally not used in combat, because the spells require direct contact and long channeling times. Powerful true black magi can use soul spells to create shades from the souls of others. The more powerful the soul, the more powerful the shade. However, even an arch mage would at best be able to control a few shades at a time. That the walls of Hollow Shade harbor hundreds of shades, remains a mystery to all.
Hollow Shade recruits many black magi that focus in necromancy magic, to help bolster their undead warriors. There are far fewer black magi that focus on shadow magic within Hollow Shade, most of whom act as spies or assassins for powerful families. True black magi are revered highly within the entire Ebon Realm, thanks to their magic sharing alignment with the Realm’s color, black.
Prominent Black Magi Include:
Loh Noir: A drow and a manifold high master mage who wields 3 chromatic colors, black, grey, and orange. She is a scion of the famed magical Noir family. Her astounding spell casting skills coupled with her offensive chromatic colors, have made her one of the most prominent mage duelists in all the Ebon Realm. She currently works as a professor at the magic academy in Hollow Shade. She is the master of Stryg.
Stryg: A goblin hybrid and manifold mage novice. He wields two chromatic colors, black and grey. He is currently a student at the magic academy in Hollow Shade. He is the apprentice of Loh Noir. He is a child of the sylvan Blood Fang tribe.
Gette: A human master mage. He is a professor at the magic academy of Hollow Shade. He is skilled in both forms of black magic, necromancy and shadow. He currently teaches “Intro to Black Magic” to Stryg and other 1st years.
If you liked the chapter please leave a like, if there is something else you are interested in knowing about the lore, or if you have any questions, remarks, or just want to say hi drop a comment below!
