“C’mon Bizrot. Move it. We don’t have all day.” Xandyn whines at his imp companion. Since getting to Eversong Woods, the red haired warlock has been wanting to start his lessons. The magic that coursed through him was passed down to him from his father. The spell that brought Bizrot to him was taught to him by his father. But more had to be learned, and his father sent him here. Magistrix Erona told him to report in the morning, and he didn’t want to be late.
yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” Bizrot yelled back.
was certainly pretty enough to look at. Like all blood elves whe was tall and
thin. She had long flowing golden hair. But Xandyn was more interested in the
lessons to learn than the pretty face before him.
looked over Xandyn, a stern frown came to her face. “ The sooner you begin your
education, Xandyn, the better for us all. There is little room for error, so
Burning Crystals – the green floating objects to the west of the Sunspire here –
have long been used to power the isle’s experimentations. The mana wyrms were their
guardians, but the Scourge Invasion of
Quel’Thalas has driven them errant from our lack of magical control over them.”
is little choice but to thin their numbers for reclamation. Do this, then
return to me.” She then turns to another
apprentice and starts to give him his chore.
la-de-da. Shall we go jump in the lake?” grumbles Bizrot.
You heard her, he have to kill some wyrms”, says Xandyn. “Lets go.” This was
not unusal to Xandyn. His father did the same thing to him, sent him out to do
various chores. Once the task was completed, some tidbit of information was
then given in payment. Everything had a
price, he said, and so you must pay, either in service or coin, you always have
to pay. So his first lessons payment was to kill wyrms.
over to The Burning Crystals, big floating green crystals of magical energy,
didn’t take much time. The wyrms are not aggressive but are in large numbers. Lining up on one, he let go with an attack
spell his father taught him. Bizrot joined in with fellfire balls. Bizrot loved
hurting things. Wyrms are apparently tough because it shrugged off the first couple
attacks and floated over to Xandyn to take a taste. Trying his best to dodge the
attacks, he switched to swinging his staff at the beast till it dropped out of
the air. “Whew! I guess father was right when he told me that the staff was
more than a symbol. It’s uses were necessary when magic fails you”, he laughed
at the recollection. His father taught him the basics of staff usage.
his next wyrm, Xandyn tried again, with better success. Hit it more often this
time around and was able to down it before it got to him. As he continued to do
this, wyrm after wyrm, he figured the best distance to start the fight so that they were downed
by magic and fellfire before they got to him. In the ashes of the wyrms he
collected scales and glowing eyes to prove his kills.
returned to Magestrx Erona triumphantly. Displaying his trophies, he calmly
says “I have slaughtered the wyrms, Magestrix. Should I go back for more?”
danced and giggled behind him, breaking his triumphant mood he was trying to
well, that is enough for today. Go meditate on the battles and return to me in
the morrow. And then, Xandyn, you shall tell me what you have learned from
this.” She makes a simple gesture and the scales and eyes go up in smoke. “One
more thing, take this for your efforts.” She hands him a sash and a small pouch
bows and leaves. He had never been payed before. The sash would come in handy
to keep his robe in check and store things in it. He went back into the
Sunspire to his room to prepare his answer for the Magistrix.