Master and Apprentice2019-01-25T13:26:39.321001ZLinda Nixdorfkyriel@shadowice.orghttps://wizard.shadowice.org/Master & Apprentice Page 0074 - 25-07-2017https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0100.comic.htmlLinda Nixdorfkyriel@shadowice.org2017-07-25T08:42:39Z
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<p>Hey, this is entry number 100! :></p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>SPLISH.</p>
<p>Thanks to the shield I didn't feel much when I hit the ground and slid
accross the grassy turf. My icy armour dug through the moss and dirt,
but I stayed dry and clean. My brother, though, had certainly bruised
his shoulder for this.</p>
<p>Yet he didn't take his time to recover. Immediately he continued to
abuse my cold guard. He swung his knives against it over and over
again. Each time chipping away bits of ice and pushing me deeper into
the ground. I could feel the magic fade a little at a time, but all I
could do was hide behind my magical gloves, eyes closed, biting my
lip in anticipation of feeling these daggers on my flesh. My certainty
about Ralzel's intentions had vanished minuted ago.</p>
<p>I was so scared.</p>
<p>I had to do something. The power imbued into the scarf would soon
surrender. "What can I do?" I thought, peering through the space
between my fingers. Ralzel was invisible to me. The ice was
ever-present protecting me. Was it solid for me as well, now?</p>
<p>What would the Master do?</p>
<p>He had hardly used magic in defense in front of me. Fire against dire
rats. That was it. Otherwise… hitting with his staff. He once just
grabbed Nondrean to pull him away from me. And he liked stabbing, too.
What kind of wizard was is he even?</p>
<p>More thoughts dashed through my head. The door from last night. The
explusion. Failed binding. Forbidden knowledge. Blood rituals.</p>
<p>Would he do that to protect himself in this kind of situation?</p>
<p>How does it work? Do I just need to…?</p>
<p>I lifted my dagger. Eyes wide open I stared at it and the white, bare
fingers of my left hand. A constant ringing occupied my ears, shutting
out the grinding and crunching.</p>
<p>Suddenly the world disappeared and all was black.</p>
<p>…</p>
<p>When it returned, it felt like only a moment had passed. My back felt
drenched and cold. My brother was staring down at me, paralysed. My
right hand held his left by the Lamsa, encased in ice. My other hand
was pointing the wand at his throat, only a millimeter away. His other
hand was without weapon and lifted in surrender.</p>
<p>Puzzled I looked around. The Master was approaching.</p>
<p>With a single motion of his, the ice disappeared. "That's enough." He
declared. Ralzel immediately, but slowly, backed away. The fight was
over.</p>
<p>Shaking I pulled myself to my feet. Undoubtedly I felt the scarf
shifting underneath my robe. It had been shredded.</p>
<p>"Did I win?" I asked, sneezing right after. A shiver traveled to my
toes.</p>
<p>"Of course not!" Ralzel spit, then sneezed as well. "That wasn't you,
I'm not as dumb." He looked past me, searching for his second Lamsa
dagger.</p>
<p>I shot a look at Zargeth. "Did you…?"</p>
<p>"I had to intervene. Your brother's experience is several levels above
yours." Then, in the hushed voice of a thought, he told me: "I regret
I had to take over your mind for a moment there. He certainly would
have hurt you otherwise. I couldn't let that happen. It didn't fool
him. Told you it's too obvious."</p>
<p>I blushed.</p>
<p>"You should take a hot bath, Kyriel. You already look feverish from
the cold." He motioned me to follow him inside.</p>
<p>I sneezed.</p>
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<p>There! I think this is how he looks like, Kyriel's brother. They look
a lot alike. The stern look only happened because it's somehow a
standard for me. My hand just wouldn't do anything else when thinking
up a new face. I should really try to fix that.</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<p><img alt="Ralzel" src="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/img/thumbralzel_colour.png"></p>
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<p>I have a drawing of Ralzel, which I'll upload seperately as soon as I
get the new scanner working!</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>My brother was busy show-fighting his followers as we returned
outside. His movements were smooth and rythmic like a dance. Twirling
around and striking the others' swords with his Lamsa daggers as he
flew accross the grass. Lamsa are a type of hunting knife that have a
rather tight curve at the tip of the blade and it's quite long for a
dagger. When hunting, which is almost treated as a traditional act
within a Squall of Winds, one can easily reach out to the fleeing deer
and jab the Lamsa into its hip, grabbing it at the bone, and pull it
down. In the case of a man-on-man the shoulder is also quite a 'good'
spot to reach for. It was only natural that Ralzel, as the heir to the
Squall, had trained to be a master at dual-wielding those daggers.</p>
<p>"There you are, Kyriel! Almost thought I'd have to come and drag you
out. Are you scared?" In another supple zip, he'd left his
battleground and stood only a few meters before me.</p>
<p>Yes, I was scared. Ralzel normaly trained every morning and evening. I
didn't even fight. All I did was practice drawing in the air with a
wand and some handy signs for everyday use. Simply putting my index finger
and thumb together would put my hair up in a pony tail, but that was
no use in battle.</p>
<p>"Should we begin?" My voice was only a little shaky. I wore the gloves
with cut-off fingertips, since they were too long for my little hands
and I had the scarf wrapped around my chest underneath the robe. There
had been no time to actually practice with these enchanted items, I
had to learn on the field, against my brother.</p>
<p>"Sure." He flicked a strand of hair out of his face and returned to
the open spot behind him. Ralzel hadn't even broken into sweat after
jumping around.</p>
<p>Looking back at Master Zargeth, I think he noticed my nervous
uncertainty, but he only shrugged.</p>
<p>Stepping slowly I positioned myself opposite of Ralzel. His eyes told
me he was taking this seriously, so I did the same.</p>
<p>But then he seemed to wonder, loosening his shoulders. "Are you
fighting with a stick in one hand?"</p>
<p>I rolled my eyes. I had a normal dagger in my right hand and my wand in
the other. It was even a really nice wand with carvings and silver
inlays. "It's a WAND!" I rectified and whirled it a bit, drawing
silvery light, to proof my point. "What did you think I was doing at
wizard's tower? Cleaning?"</p>
<p>"Yeah!" We slowly roamed aroud each other, not changing the distance,
but ready to defend the first strike. His few followers had gathered
around us, forming a barrier for the arena. I didn't even get angry at
his ignorance - didn't even know if he was just taunting me or not -
since I was trying my best to feel the power around my chest,
activating the abilities it provided.</p>
<p>Mumbling things I don't even remember I copied his steps.</p>
<p>Then suddenly he yelled: "May Lor keep your heart save, sister!" and
leaped forward.</p>
<p>Hardly being in a state of mind to lift my knifearm, I merely flinched
as his daggers flew towards me.</p>
<p>For a second I thought I must have lost at least an ear if not my
whole arm with that strike, but then I saw that wonderful surprised
look on Ralzel's face. The Lamsa was stuck in thin threads of ice and
fine shimmer of glistening blue surrounded me. Damn, it worked! I
couldn't resist a proud grin.</p>
<p>Ralzel jumped back, squinting at the magical shield around me. "You
tricksy thing, you." he shook his head with a brotherly smirk, before
he went for another hit, carried on a gust.</p>
<p>This time I wasn't glued stuck, since an enchantment didn't need
any concentration after activating. Quickly I jabbed my own dagger
forwards, which also activated the glove's power.</p>
<p>From my fingers and along the blade, a spike of ice grew within the
blink of eye, staggering Ralzel mid-action. Skilfully he rolled to
the side, catching himself.</p>
<p>My turn!</p>
<p>I hadn't fought in months, but I still managed a charge. Streching my
right towards Ralzel, which shot an icicle at him, I held my wand
ready to block.</p>
<p>But I didn't even get close. All he needed to do was skip to the side,
past my dagger. Bringing up a squall towards me, he stopped my action
completely and zipped right past me. Damn hunting manoeuvres! I was
never taught those! Was he even ever fighting me honestly? That speed
was crazy!</p>
<p>Quickly I turned and at the same time drew a line. I wasn't even
thinking straight and that line would never actually do anything.
This was my first time trying to fight with magic.</p>
<p>Already Ralzel was hitting ice, giving me a good push. Apparently the
ice barrier didn't absorb all impulse. I saw him smirk. He already had
me, I felt that in my bones. Like a trapped animal in front of the
predator. Actually fearing for my life I glanced over to my Master.
Just for a split second.</p>
<p>Ralzel didn't hesitate long, before he charged me with all he had.
There was no playful smile anymore, just plain seriousness.</p>
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<p>Sorry for the delay, I was busy with a new mystery short story all
June. Now, it's done and just needs a proof-read. It'll be all german
again, though.</p>
<p>But if you can't read german, don't worry, I'll update M&A a couple
more time before next thursday, k?</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>"I can't read minds." Master Zargeth clarified.</p>
<p>"Oh. Damn. I'd hoped you could." We had just gone back inside for some
preparation. Since I don't run about with my weapons glued to me, I
had to at least get those, so my brother didn't have a choice and wait
if he wanted a fair fight.</p>
<p>"Did you try to tell me something?"</p>
<p>"Well… kinda… but… argh, it's embarrassing to repeat it out loud." I
ruffled my hair, hiding my face. "I want you to help me win. That's
pretty much it." I turned around, looking him in the eyes. This was
important. "If the only way to get rid of people trying to take me
back to that place is to win against my brother, I don't care about
how it's done!"</p>
<p>My Master raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to kill your own brother?"</p>
<p>"Hell, no! We fought all the time when we were smaller. It was over
when one of us touched the ground with one shoulder. So I believe this
will be similar."</p>
<p>"Did you win often?"</p>
<p>NO, DIDN'T! My head wanted to scream. My brother nearly always won.
Luck helped me two or three times in all those years, but I was always
the meek little sister. That's why I wasn't going to be a huntress or
anything, but the wife to some blacksmith apprentice. "No." I
wispered. "I'm not bad with daggers, but he's on a completly different
level. Got real training and all. I… was hoping you could…" I
fidgeted. "you know… assist me a little?"</p>
<p>He was thinking hard, I could tell, but he didn't answer my question.
"I was thinking, that maybe you could somehow make it that your spells
look like I was casting them."</p>
<p>"No." I flinched, that's how quickly that response came. "That's not
how it works. Using magic is probably fine, but that would be easy to
see through. What you need is something else. Maybe enchanted gear."
He tapped his finger on the tip of his nose, thinking. Then he looked
around.</p>
<p>Suddenly the walls began to crumble. But not in a destructive way.
This was the Tower's metamorphosis. Bits of stone crumbled away, to
reveal new walls or openings, while the rubble was again consumed by
very floor it fell on. I'd never seen it from up close like this
before.</p>
<p>When the rumbling stopped, the Tower had created a door right next to
us. Immediately Zargeth opened it and clapped his hands in approval.
"This room is exactly what I was looking for." he exclaimed.</p>
<p>Before us had unfolded a rather small and about square room. It was a
small storeroom or broom cupboard with a dusty box in one corner
and a mouldy wardrobe by the right wall. All nicely covered in old
abandoned spider webs. "Webby." I commented. "What's it for?"</p>
<p>"This is where I keep some rather useless things I couldn't just throw
out."</p>
<p>"Useless? Is that what I need?"</p>
<p>"Oh, no, for you it might have some. Use, I mean." He moved forward,
tore a web from the knobs and pulled open a random drawer. A massive
cloud of grey and white emerged and he started to cough. I jumped back
as I saw the dilemma. Ignoring the dust completely, he rummaged inside
and pulled out something made of leather, I think. It had an oily
shimmer to it, but was absolutely dry. He threw it to the floor. "I
just have to find the right pieces." he said. "Try the box, Kyriel."</p>
<p>"Alright."</p>
<p>It opened with a hurtful scream and revealed an unsightly collection
of old, rusty weapons. Doubtfull I turned back to my Master. "Are you
sure, some of this is not absolute dog poo, Master? We'd have to clean
and sharpen these, before they could even cut bread instead of
smashing it."</p>
<p>He'd already opened the next drawer and was rifling through it as you
do when you really know what you're looking for. "Just pick whatever
strikes your interest. Touch a few. Grab them like you would your
daggers. You'll know what will work."</p>
<p>"Aha…" I looked back into the box, still unsure if he'd gone mad or
not. But I tried to trust him regardless. The apprentice follows the
master. The master knows better, most of the time.</p>
<p>"Aha!" My head snapped back as he exclaimed. "I found it."</p>
<p>"What is it?" I was back on my feet in an instant and jumped beside
him to have a look.</p>
<p>"Here, wear these." What he gave me were a pair of gloves made from
black leather and a scarf. Both were far from being well preserved.
The scarf was partly falling apart thanks to a family of moths and the
left glove was missing two fingers. The right one had dried mouse
droppings on the rim.</p>
<p>Carefully I put everything on. It felt… interesting. "Are my hands
floating? They feel like they are floating."</p>
<p>"It's pure power you're feeling." He smiled proudly.</p>
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<p>Skyrim. I got back into Skyrim. I played for a million hours before
and I am adding to it now. After watching a bit of a let's play (by
Sips) I restarted completely, though, with pretty much the same
character as my very first. But I play a bit different, now, and that
makes it so much fun again even after going through the thieves guild
questline for the fourth time or so. It's amazing.</p>
<p>R.I.P. Pitch, Thistle and Moonsugar, my beloved horses. I will have a
hard time finding a name for the next.</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>The next morning I woke up with a weird thought in my head. "Come
outside immediately. --Zargeth" He could have left a note another way.
Though I was quite puzzled as to why he had to use such measures.</p>
<p>Only as I stepped outside did I notice the bright sunny wheather.
After so many days of grey clouds and storms I was speachless to find
the sky so clear. Maybe it was just this?</p>
<p>But my surroundings weren't as pretty. Broken branches and torn leaves
were scattered like litter in the streets, in some places rocks and
loose dirt got simply washed away with the rain. It looked awfull. I
immediately wanted to work on rebuilding the garden. But where was the
Master?</p>
<p>"Master?" I called for him and walked around the Tower a bit. He had
changed its appearance again: black and white marble bricks, each
smaller side-tower was embattled, just the huge centric one had a
long, pointed roof out of black slate. Astonished I wondered whom he
wanted to impress, since he really looked marvelous! Hm. I also still
don't know why the Tower is a 'he' specificaly and not a 'she'. It was
the Master that called him that. Oh, right. Where is he? "Master?"</p>
<p>There he was, at the backdoor. "Master!" I ran over, since I guessed
whatever it was he needed me for was urgent. But then I stopped, or
rather: froze.</p>
<p>In front of a lightning-struck tree sat a little caravan. Five people
at most, with little wings for ears and bare feet, gathered around a
streamlined wagon that had no wheels with an abstract deer between
wafts of mist on its canvas. My own wings collapsed and I felt me
knees go numb and squishy. Slowly I moved towards my Master as if
sneaking could still remove me from their sight.</p>
<p>"Kyriel!" THAT VOICE! I NEARLY DIED ON THE SPOT! "Long time no see.
Nice to see you again." NONONONONONONO! "Sister." Shocked I half hid
behind Master Zargeth staring at that pale man with ice-blue eyes
approach. Ralzel, my brother, had not changed one bit, since I'd left
around a year ago. I could tell right away by the traditional garb he
was wearing: the banner on his cape, the heavily embroidered tunic.
He'd even dipped his feathers in the distinctive light blue dye, as
members of the leading family of the Squall traditionally do.</p>
<p>Suddenly the Master began to speak: "For your own sake, I hope you
arrive here with exceptional reason. Since otherwise I would have to
demand compensation for quite an astonishing amount of trouble." Oh
Lor, he was so pissed. His face said so clearly, that he thought
little less than nothing of him or anyone part of that caravan. I
think he really liked that tree. But strangely, I'd immediately calmed
down when I saw him like that. Right, I had him behind me - or rather,
in front of me - and he surely wouldn't let them take me back!</p>
<p>"I regret I am only here to see my little sister."</p>
<p>With new-found courage I stepped forward: "And what do you want,
Ralzel? There's no way I'd go back, so that can't be your cause."
Though my hands did shake a little, when I crossed my arms in front of
me. Damn. He's my brother, we grew up together, we stuck together
like bark on tree. At least in the past it was so. Now he's all Squall
and no fun. When I rejected the marriage proposal he'd been… scary… I
don't know how he'd turned that way.</p>
<p>Ralzel sighed: "I knew it wouldn't be easy to convince you, so let me
make a suggestion, sister."</p>
<p>"What would that be?" I snapped.</p>
<p>"Do you remember the time we were kids? When we would fight over
everything just to have another sparring?"</p>
<p>"How could I forget the time you weren't an ass?" Suddenly I felt my
Master weave something magic. Directly on me. I could feel
enchantments on my fingertips.</p>
<p>"I propose we hold a little fight. If I win, you will listen to what I
have to say and willingly come back to the Squall to give our people
another chance." He smiled an oh so sweet smile it hurt my teeth.</p>
<p>"And if I win? Will you leave?"</p>
<p>"If you win, dear sister, you won't have to listen to anything I say.
I will still try to drag you home, though, I will refrain from burning
that tower to the ground to do so." With these words I felt a curse
welling up next to me, ready to tear the flesh from Ralzel's bones. I
actually feared for my brother for a moment.</p>
<p>"Fine! Have your fight!" I yelled. "But remember who I am!" I am a
thief and a liar and a cheat! I tried to think as loud as possible.</p>
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<p>I thought a lot about this one, followed through several scenarios,
but I think this is the one nobody expected.</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>He slowly raised his free hand and little flames started to burn on
the many candles' wicks around the library. I saw the disappointment
in his eyes and immedately I felt… guilty. When did I last feel this
way? I don't remember? When I took the books from the Guild, I felt
fine. And after that I've been snitching this and that from the
stores. An apple here, a hairpin there. Noone ever noticed. It was
fine and I didn't feel bad about those.</p>
<p>I'd do it again.</p>
<p>But seeing him, my Master, actually hurt? It hurts me too! By Lor!
What am I doing?! I could have asked him, trusted him to one day show
me himself what he was hiding in this protected room. He of all people
would have! He trusted me enough to tell me his secrets.</p>
<p>We… we are friends and yet I always do these stupid things…</p>
<p>Master Zargeth sighed. "Oh, Kyriel…" He removed his staff (or rather
halberd?) from the door.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry!" I screamed. "I'm sorry!" I dropped to the floor and
sobbed, repeating my apology over and over.</p>
<p>It felt like an eternity had passed before I regained enough
selfawareness to stop my own wailing. I'd nearly forgotten what I'd been
sad about or where I was. Confused I peeked past my fingers. My eyes
burning and swollen.</p>
<p>Some of the candles had burned down already. Probably those which had
only been little stumps in first place. The room was silent, but
there, leaning against a bookshelf next to me, sat my Master.
Sleeping. Waiting for me to get better? I nearly started crying all
over again.</p>
<p>How do you wake your sleeping elder? He looked so comfortable. I
wonder, would he have… let… let me cry on his shoulder had I asked?</p>
<p>Carefully and silently I crawled over and closed my eyes. Then softly
put my forehead against his shoulder. It was warm and comforting. So
this was what a shoulder-to-cry-on felt like…</p>
<p>Suddenly a single, but incredibly loud, snore made my heart jump to
the ceiling, pulling me along. I didn't quite reach the ceiling and
just sprung to my feet, though. The Master yawned and looked around.
Had he said something this moment, I would not have heared it, that's
how loud my heart was beating. That was close!</p>
<p>Master Zargeth looked at me, rubbing the back of his nose. "I guess I
don't need to tell you anymore." With creaking bones and a silent
curse he pulled himself back to his feet. "Let's just go to bed now,
alright?"</p>
<p>"I'm sorry!"</p>
<p>"You said already."</p>
<p>"Yes, but… I wanted to help you, I wanted to find out more and help
you turn back to your real self… and… and… I shouldn't have tried to
get in there. I'm sorry."</p>
<p>"Thanks." I felt a spell being lifted from me. Not a real spell, but
the guilt I'd drawn to myself. "I don't want to stay like this
forever, just so you know. You are talented and maybe you really can
help me, but you're still just a novice and it's 4 in the morning.
Have patience."</p>
<p>Patience. My nemesis. I cringed.</p>
<p>Obediently I followed him to the stairs and wished him a good remaining
night, before we parted ways. He went upstairs, I downstairs.</p>
<p>That's when I first remembered the rain and storm outside. It was
calming in its own way. The distance to reality grew smaller and I
felt more… grounded? How peculiar.</p>
<p>In that very moment a lightning flashed and thunder growled so loudly
my ears rang. Frightened to death I jumped down the remaining steps
and decided to sleep in the lab tonight.</p>
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<p>Funnily when I wrote about grinding tree bark today, I actually was
grinding tree bark. Couple of days ago I noticed that the bark on that
tree outside the house had a nice dark red powder between its layers
and picked up a chunk. Today I scratched the powder from the hard bits
and mixed it with flaxseed oil to make paint. It didn't turn out very
nice, kinda dark brown, but let's see what happens after it's dried a
bit.</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>After that day a lot of things suddenly changed.</p>
<p>Like the Weather.</p>
<p>Today was the third day of constant cruel storms. Only the first day
way accompanied by heavy rain, but the Master assured me, that those
were not common for the region. Hopefully they will stop some time
soon. I can't really go outside in such kind of weather. Master
Zargeth already went through old boxes and chests to find heavy boots
that might fit me, though even if he'd found any, I am not used to
wearing shoes of any weight. I do wear socks, but in shoes I'd feel
like I'm nailed to the ground!</p>
<p>Err… where was I…? Oh, yeah.</p>
<p>Since my Master had decided that I have to become a witch - because he
can't - we've revived the lab that's attached to my room; or that my
room is attached to. We stripped the sheets from the shelves and
tables. Most apparati were still as new, hardly used, just needed a
bit of cleaning. Witchery is closely related to Alchemy, so I had to
at least learn the basics quickly. We even fought our way through the
ridiculously strong wind (Master opened a portal) to collect
quicksilver drops from bare cinnabar.</p>
<p>Most of the time, though, I ground tree barks, bug shells and antlers
into powders. With a mortar and pestle. I think my arm strength has
increased immensely.</p>
<p>However, as fascinating as Alchemy and Witchery might be, my mind was
occupied by other matters.</p>
<p>Did the object Master Zargeth bound his disguise to, still exist? Can
it be destroyed? Would it be enough to have bits of it back to reverse
the spell? Where whould the Magisters keep it, if they didn't destoy
the object? How could I acquire it? Would the Master help me or oppose
to it?</p>
<p>It was just past midnight, when I decided to slip out of bed again to
do a little bit of research. I didn't dare illuminate the stairs lest
he might see it, but I'd already memorised the way up and around the
library. Only after I'd gotten past the first shelves did I whisper
the word. "Solume." A tiny light began to shine from my palm and I
bent my fingers over it to keep it dim. Carefully I pointed it at the
backs of the books. One after the other.</p>
<p>What was I even looking for? A transmutation? An alteration? A seal or
sign? There're even cover-up spells in a book about shadow magic which
let you 'cover' the sound of your footsteps with some other sounds,
like chirping or even music (it's on my todo list, it's fairly
advanced).</p>
<p>I pulled them all from their shelves, put them on a stack and decided
to go through them later. For now, I wanted to look around more. There
was one place in the library that I still wanted to check.</p>
<p>In the back, at the end of the winding path past countless
bookshelves, was a door. Actually, a normal door. Made of wooden
planks with a little window with iron bars at the height of someone's head,
that was at least 20cm taller than me. But even from down here, I
could see still more books in the room behind it. I grabbed the bars left and right and
pulled myself up (I am light!). What lay on the other side of the
door was exceptionally curious.</p>
<p>Despite noone being there, light flickered to life. Several candles lit
themselves, as if they'd noticed my presence and wanted to help me
see. Well, this was a wizard's Tower. This Tower changed its appearance
at will, at its OWN will, and even hid and revealed rooms sometimes.
We once found an old food storage that was chock-full of crates with
dried plums in them. Next to them lay a skeleton (we buried it that
day behind the tower). We guessed that this person must have tried to
hide from something or someone, but forgot to bring a crowbar (I'd
procured one and placed it next to the body before we closed the
grave).</p>
<p>The room behind the door was narrow and not exceptionally long, so even from just a few candles it
was brightly lit as if it were wholly on fire. It almost felt fierce
and daunting. My heart wanted to back away, but my curiosity grew only
stronger.</p>
<p>Something was at the back, concealed behind high stacks of books, but
I needed to see what it was. I let the bars go, dropped to the floor
and had a quick look at the lock casting a bit of my own light on it.
Of course this door was locked, I'd tried the handle.</p>
<p>Hah! Easy peasy! Though, just in case, I wanted to check if he'd put
safety mechanism on it. I'd do that if I had something to hide from a
snoopy apprentice. How did that go again?</p>
<p>I put my left hand over the keyhole and slowly drew a circle on the
back of it. Already I felt my reach extend into the metal and wood
around it. I could hear my own heart beat in excitement. Then a
vertical line all the way to my wrist.</p>
<p>Just in that instant a glinting blade shot past my face and stabbed
into the door with a THAB.</p>
<p>Unmoving except for my neck, I turned, my eyes following the blade to
it's origin. It was mounted on a stick and… Master Zargeth was holding
it. No matter how dark it was, those glaring red eyes, that often make
dark elves appear evil and cruel, I could see them, piercing my
vigour.</p>
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<p>Game recommendation: Rimworld. There's just so much happening all the
time, it's not getting boring. I lost my first colony after hardly a
year, after fighting malaria, installing several peg legs, fighting
rampaging animals, killing mad prisoners and taming a bear.</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>"So… How was it like? School, I mean." I asked, pouring the reheated
Fumee back into the cups it had cooled off in.</p>
<p>"What do you think? Normal. Like any school."</p>
<p>"I've never gone to school."</p>
<p>He looked up from his porridge with amazement. "You- Was it all books?
For everything?"</p>
<p>I didn't think before bringing up this topic, but now it was making me
a little bit sad, melancholic, to recall. "Hm. Something like that,
yes. My mother taught me how to read and write. After that lectures
were all visits to the library. There were no real teachers or even
many children in my clan, so there was no other way. At the same time I learned the
same things my older brother learned and he's two years older." I
didn't notice when I'd unconciously started to mush my rockeggs. All
my family was still back home. Goosebumbs spread all over my skin
thinking of that place. I just had to leave.</p>
<p>"Impressive. That's why you went straight for the books." The Master
noted. "And that's the first time you mentioned your family. Bad blood?"</p>
<p>"Is this about me now? Not fair." Now I had to pay for all I took, ey?
I guess it also wasn't fair to make him answer all of my questions
while not answering any of his. But my family… They're not
embarrassing or anything I just… don't like thinking about them.
Especially my brother… I pulled my legs up onto the chair with layed
back wings. "I wouldn't call it 'bad blood'. It's more like we live in
different universes entirely." Was that enough? He looked at me. Or
through me? Anyways, he wasn't moving a muscle, like he was thinking
about something again. That always made me nervous. "W-well… I didn't
want to become the wife of the son of my father's assistant." Zumul
Feathersteel, what a twat. By Lor, he's thirty years older than me
and is dumb as a rock. How could father even accept the proposal. No
offence, rocks.</p>
<p>Master Zargeth still didn't move. He just sat there, curling his
moustache between two fingers, apparently thinking. Or just listening?
"What's your surname, Kyriel?" he then asked out of the blue.</p>
<p>"Miststalker."</p>
<p>"And your Squall?"</p>
<p>"Miststa-… Miststalker, also." Damn, it was a trap.</p>
<p>"Kyriel Miststalker of the Miststalker Squall. I see. I get you."</p>
<p>"Then what's your whole name, Master?" Actually, why did we wait for
months before telling each other our names?</p>
<p>"Don't you know already?" Did I? "Zargeth Elvaai." OH, riiiight, I
read that.</p>
<p>"Elvaai… That sounds nice…" It sounds less aggressive than
'Miststalker'. "What does it mean? Does it have meaning?"</p>
<p>"I'm not entirely familiar with the old language, but I remember it
meaning something like 'hunter in moonlight' or 'searcher in the
night', 'Starscout'." He laughed. "Maybe even 'walking in the
dark'."</p>
<p>We sat there silently unsure what to do. Already a while ago we'd
finished eating and normally we'd practice spell casting outside after
breakfast (Well, it was already noon after all that had happened.)
though the storm continued to whip its tails against the shutters. It
reminded me of home. My Squall was not practicing magic, but they
loved to summon storms like this, with or without rain, to send out
hunting parties. Winds are naturally light (hollow bones and all), we
move faster when carried by the wind.</p>
<p>Master Zargeth got up. "Let's practice in the study."</p>
<p>"Yes, Master!"</p>
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<p>Beware, it's a long one! ;)</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>The sudden sound of thunder did not shake him the least. He only stared
motionless at the closed shutters, that might have been as old as my Master
looked. From rain and sun and frost the wood had bent and produced gaps,
allowing an occasional gust of wind to tickle the candle flames.</p>
<p>Master Zargeth sighed. "There's no use in keeping this secret from you any
longer. Since you're already curious, it would only cause more trouble
later. I'd advise you to just sit back and listen, so don't ask anything
unpleasant, alright?"</p>
<p>I simply nodded in anticipation and made myself comfortable, ready to
absorb any story he'd throw at me.</p>
<p>"I hope you don't expect any grand narrative, because my reasons were quite
simple. This disguise's only purpose was to let me live in peace." He
shifted in his chair, frowning over his thoughts.</p>
<p>"So you did it yourself?" I asked. Whoops.</p>
<p>"What? Ah, yes, I put this spell onto myself. But it wasn't irreversable at
first. Actually, let me start at the beginning instead of the end. Let's go
back ten or twelve years. I can't even remember how many it was anymore,
but it doesn't really matter. At that time I had just left my home town to
join the Guild and enter their school. Just like you told me you had done.</p>
<p>"But it wasn't so easy for them to send me away, since I grew up in a
mostly elven community. Everybody there knew a little bit of magic and
taught it to their children, so of course I had already been a fairly able
novice. And I wanted to learn more. By law they had to admit me, but they
didn't like it."</p>
<p>"But why!?" I blurted. This was something I desperately needed to
know. It never felt like they had a true reason not to take me in.</p>
<p>He continued with a grim face "Because they are not us. They're scared of
us. The Guild is a human invention, their leaders are humans, most of the
teachers are humans and they like to keep to their own. They don't want
long-living leaders that think in centuries instead of decades. Imagine how
it must be to know your lifespan is only a fleeting moment to another. If a
human were to have an elven friend from childhood on, they will have grown
children by the time that friend celebrates their coming of age."</p>
<p>"That is true, but there are plenty of human settlements already lead by
elvish clan leaders or other long-living people, aren't there? And they
seem to have accustomed to the quicker pace of humans. Why is the Guild so
particular about it? I mean, most of them are temporary anyways, with
senates and all behind them."</p>
<p>"That's the part that's different but also very stupid about the Guild.
First: they are not a place that needs a governor, they are a guild.
Second: they are afraid of power. As long as they are in their own little,
controllable world, they can do whatever they like. For generations the
leading positions have been given to the most able mages. Teachers or
researchers, those people with greatest power and knowledge in their field
of expertise. Do know what that means?"</p>
<p>I shrugged.</p>
<p>"Picking the most talented from all mages in the Guild, would include
mostly those of elven origin. Old elves have much more experience and even
a young one can soon surpass a seasoned human mage, if he's talented.
Because we have a natural affinity to magic, it's already in us when we're
born. It's part of our life."</p>
<p>Oh, I got it. "What. They just don't let elves in for this matter? Keep
them out and they won't disturb us?"</p>
<p>"I am not sure actually. Being part of the Guild gives you the legal right
to research, teach and councel, maybe it's not just old men being racist. I
don't know."</p>
<p>"Wait, so you are still IN the Guild?"</p>
<p>"No, I was expelled."</p>
<p>"But…"</p>
<p>"Me teaching you is illegal, yes."</p>
<p>Oh. "So I never had a chance to be admitted?"</p>
<p>"Well, I was admitted. They had to, because I was already practicing. Of
course they found a way to expell me before I graduated. You probably know
why already, when you stole those books from the library."</p>
<p>Forbidden research, If I remember correctly. Blood rituals, dangerous
experimentation, spell research, tainting and extracurricular spelling. I
nodded, though I wanted to ask what exactly it was. "I don't know what the
reasons really mean, though." I decided to mention.</p>
<p>"Hopefully you'll never." He said in an incantatory voice. I shivered.
"Anyway, back to why I am disguising my appearance."</p>
<p>Oh, right, that was what this was about.</p>
<p>"They expelled me and tried to ban me from ever practicing again. Of course
these things are done by sealing and signing. Of course I had no choice.
Going against them would have caused a lot trouble. I'd be a wanted
criminal, maybe even declared a danger to all life, hunted until killed."</p>
<p>I gasped at the thought.</p>
<p>"It was a humiliating ceremony. My punishment was enforced in front of an
audience of at least one hundred Magisters and Senators. I was bound with
spell suppressing shackles, guards watched my every move, ready to pin my
feet to the ground should I try to spell with them, and I had to wear a
magicaly woven mask to restrain my face muscles. At least I was allowed
clothing." He chuckled ironically. "The sealing itself felt similar to how
it should have felt, when I put one on you, but it was done by several
Magisters to amplify the power of the bind enough to make the sign
unbreakable."</p>
<p>"But… You still CAN use magic, Master."</p>
<p>"Yes, obviously."</p>
<p>"Are you that powerful?"</p>
<p>"Apparently, I am."</p>
<p>"How?? Did the sealing just fail? Did they do something wrong?"</p>
<p>"No, I don't think so. It felt right. Definitely. And seals and signs
don't have an expiration date. But when I stepped out of the
courthouse, still wearing that stupid ceremonial robe with nothing to
do but go somewhere and start over, I was already casting magic again
with no trouble at all. I even felt a bit stronger"</p>
<p>I was speachless.</p>
<p>"I ended up coming here to hide away, moving into this old tower. The
original owner had died long before I got here, I had even found his
skeleton unburried in the living quarters. Of course I had to diguise
myself to mime the new owner and to keep word of a young, powerful
darkelven wizard practicing in these woods from traveling back to the
Guild."</p>
<p>"Ah, so that's why!"</p>
<p>"Hush, I'm not done, yet. Disguises can be done temporaryly or more
firmly, you see. To keep up a good impression of an old man, I had to
use an illusion that couldn't be seen through by close inspection. For
that method you bind the disguise to an object and switch between
looks by touching said object. That is how I did it."</p>
<p>"That means you still can change back? Anytime?"</p>
<p>"No. Not anymore. The Guild is more clever than you might think. They
found me regardless, found out what had happened. Maybe they were
following me. tracking me down to keep an eye on me. I could tell,
that they didn't trust me. Well, I really did do all those things I
wasn't supposed to." He grinned. He didn't want me to know what his
deeds really were, but now he grinned. "And then, with no other option
left, they decided to just take away the bound object to fix their
failure. This way I'd forever be the old man in the Tower, that
dabbles in magic but never graduated from magic school." He smiled at
me. A cold, tired smile. Like an old man talking of precious days of
the past. "Well, now you know. Back to your studies."</p>
<p>Actually, I didn't really want to read anymore right now.</p>
<p>"No, actually" The chair creaked as the Master stood up. "Let's
continue breakfast."</p>
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<p>I was sick until yesterday and not perfectly healthy today, but I
didn't really want to be late. Have fun! \o/</p>
<p>It's exciting right now so the next part will probably be a bit
early :P</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>Time had passed and I heared footsteps nearing. Then they paused.
Absorbed in taking notes I only imagined what Master Zargeth must have
looked like as he reached this floor and had a first look around. My
table was small so sheets of paper and rolls of parchment easily flew
off. I never bothered to pick them back up until I was done for the
day, so there was already plenty covering the floor. Even with the
library set up like a maze it was obvious what had happened here from
the entrance. In my mind I saw him raising an eyebrow in surprise.
Then I heared the sound of paper being picked up closing in.</p>
<p>"Interesting choice of literature." He commented eyes on the sheets in
his hand as he stopped next to the small desk. "You know what this is?"</p>
<p>I took a breath and streched my neck. "Nope!" I must have sat there
for over an hour already, taking notes without knowing the use of any
of it. I leaned back to look him in the face. "I don't understand many
things in this weird book, but it sounded like something I wanted to
try. But there are many old glyphs I don't understand and all…" hoping
to find one quickly I leafed through the book. "It doesn't even have a
title."</p>
<p>"Actual Witchery, that's what it is. If you master what's in there
you'd be the only real witch this side of the globe and the only one
on the continent."</p>
<p>"Wow."</p>
<p>"Skip to the back, I think I had a key for the glyphs."</p>
<p>I did as I was told and found a newer sheet of parchment written in
his hand. "That's useful!" Quickly I looked it over for this and that
symbol I'd already seen and it all made a little more sense. It seemed
to me to mainly be about alchemical reactions and mixing medicine.
"Thanks!" I exclaimed, but put the book down again. "So how did it
go?" I asked a bit nervously.</p>
<p>He was looking over my notes and had didn't notice what I'd said for
another minute. "Hm?"</p>
<p>"What did they say? Delar and Maeve?"</p>
<p>"Nothing important, just a few more details about howw I should come
to the hospital once a week to teach about the herbal medicines I
make, how to properly use them. Things like that. It's a neat idea but
they really just tried to impress each other I think."</p>
<p>"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.</p>
<p>"Exactly. They didn't really look at me but glanced at each other when
they spoke, it was absurd. Still I accepted their offer. That silly
game didn't change the fact that they wanted to pay me money."</p>
<p>"Heh… and here I was worried Maeve was being jeallous of me and was
going to really mess with me." I mumbled, a bit relieved. "So they are
actually going to pay you?"</p>
<p>"Of course. I don't need this acceptance bullshit they tried to get
away with. They are going to have a hard time finding a donor…" He was
already drifting off again. My notes on witchery were that
interesting?</p>
<p>Then he suddenly clicked his fingers. "That's it!" triumphantly he
threw the sheets he was holding over his shoulder "Now I remember."</p>
<p>"What… do you… remember?" I asked, being very puzzled.</p>
<p>"I remembered why I can't do witchery." he explained now very calmly.
"It's a girl thing."</p>
<p>"A WHAT?"</p>
<p>"Something about body parts or hormones or something. Some crucial parts can
only be done if you have the right body. I was wondering why I didn't
look into this more. But I'm sure I can help you figure things out so
let's go deep with this." The Master pulled up a chair and started
catching up with me by reading my notes by page number.</p>
<p>I didn't know what to say.</p>
<p>Also. Wait. There was something else I wanted.</p>
<p>Right.</p>
<p>Stop.</p>
<p>"Wait. You wanted to explain to me why you look like this. I want to
hear about that first!" I demanded.</p>
<p>He sighed. "Damn."</p>
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<p>I just updated the file itself, so the link is always the same, but
the file is not.</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>5 more days on Amber Leaf Farm.
Resume reading on page 5</p>
<p><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/pdf/sisters.pdf">Three sisters</a></p>
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<p>Sometimes when I try to do something (like writing a lot) I begin to
feel like I am missing something. A tool, a gadget or something like
that. But then again I end up doing it (writing a lot) without it and
I think "Damn, you don't really need -the thing- it's all great." and
then I want to get something else in it's stead. It can be quite
frustrating xD</p>
<p>This time it was like this. I wanted to have a tablet that I could
install Linux on so it could run Lyx, the software I use to write, but
there hardly are working solutions for that. Then again those could
become quite pricey. I had a lenovo tab 3 in mind, but I was waiting for
the price to drop, since there would be new models coming out this
month. See that? I wanted to be clever lol</p>
<p>But now I am all fine with what I have (an old netbook and a desktop),
but now I really want a PS4 to play JRPGs xD</p>
<p>Now I am waiting for those to become cheaper… :></p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>Of course I didn't run ahead to read a pretty book right away! Who do
you think I am? I carefully put my ear to the keyhole and tried to
listen in.</p>
<p>They actually talked about the deal that Maeve had proposed. Boring.
Someone was constantly walking up and down the room. The wooden floor
creaked periodicaly in several spots. They continued to speak very
well mannered and I lost interest. I'd find out about this anyways
when Delar and Maeve were gone. Guess they wouldn't talk about me
being a pest or anything.</p>
<p>To the library then.</p>
<p>I pulled out a random book from a random section and threw myself
into that one cushioned armchair. It really just reminded me of a pile of
furs on sacks filled with goose feathers rather than a real chair. But
it was the most comfortable thing in the whole tower (depending on
what the Master kept past the room with the fire place on the 6th
floor).</p>
<p>The book I'd picked had a dark and greasy leather cover and no title.
Which was odd. Thanks to this I didn't think too much about what anyone
could maybe say about me downstairs and let myself be taken away by
curiosity. Instantly I opened it on a random page then leafed through
it bit by bit. No pictures so far. Pictures would easily have told me what
this book was about, so skipped back to the first page.</p>
<p>"This here be ref for hundreds and guide to all who wisheth." said the
very first sentence. It was difficult to read, since it used old
letters and was written by hand instead of magic-hand, that would make
the font consistent and easy to decipher. Also the word "hundreds" was
written as a glyph that used to mean something like "many times many"
and was not actually a number.</p>
<p>The next few lines were warnings. I shouldn't read on if I didn't want
to die. Something like that. This had to be cowpiss, since the Master
kept all the dangerous books in the next arm behind a locked and
sealed door. So I read on.</p>
<p>I had to skip forwards some pages to finally find a headline. "First
Mikses" it said. Again the number as an old glyph and "mikses" is just
wrong, but I thought it should have been "mixtures".</p>
<p>"You wouldth not put away this here ref, so take the first to heart."
Followed by a list of materials. Chalk, wax, the shell of some kind of
animal, "glittering rocks" (whatever those were supposed to be), then
several plants and berries, most of them poisonous, I believe.</p>
<p>Puzzled I skipped forwards to the end of the instructions.
"Then this willth give [weird glyph] and enlightenth you in our path.
Keep close always." What? Was this just some quack writing down his
visions while sniffing sulfur vapors? It didn't make sense at all!
What was this about?</p>
<p>But… if these things were something real, I wanted to understand them
and learn it all. This seemed very interesting. I got up to go find
some ink and paper.</p>
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<p>Recently I've been dreaming a lot again. I really don't know what I am
doing to deserve these. Anyway, I wanted to write them down.</p>
<p>I left one out from the night before last night, because it was
greatly embarassing stuff from back in school and people being cruel
towards me, but there was a wonderful trainride through the mountains
with piles of snow around that were higher than the train itself,
which was impressive.</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>This is from two nights before last night.</p>
<h2>Dream 1</h2>
<p>It's night, the streets are broad and empty. Tall blocks of houses on
every corner. The moon's a dark crescent, stars are not visible, but
the street lights light up the streets well. They feel lifeless and
dead. A single tree, kind of large tree grows out of the sidewalk.</p>
<p>Then there is me, which is strange. Normally I don't dream of myself.
But there I am: black jeans, black sweater, long messy hair. Haven't
worn something like that casually since 11th grade, I think. Just
skirts since then, except for trips into the forest.</p>
<p>I am flying. Actually, I am minecraft creative mode flying. To fly I
jump and jump again and then I am slow, like I am really just
swimming, trying to dive deep, but I'm floating back up - just the
other way around. I fly around the only tree and sit on a street
light.</p>
<p>But then… there is someone. I don't know who it is, can't see them. It
might be a man, since I feel it must be one. But he's standing in the
dark. He can see me. I get scared.</p>
<p>I don't want this man to see me. It's bad if he does and I want to fly
away! I feel that it's no problem at all, since I CAN fly! However… I
mess up lift-off. Weirdly jumping around I try to get my feet off the
ground growing more flustered and stressed every time. Until I
actually fly. Then I go hide in the dark, ontop the streetlamp or
behind the tree. I know these places should conceal me, but then they
don't. He's still staring right at me. I feel hopeless and have
trouble breathing. Panic.</p>
<p>Then… I am back on the ground, trying to fly. It all repeats…</p>
<p>…</p>
<p>…</p>
<hr/>
<p>I dreamed this this morning during a 25min nap.</p>
<h2>Dream 2</h2>
<p>Running. I'm in a hurry. It's not really me, rather I am watching
others run. Actually they are characters from the Sonic the Hedgehog
universe. I used to play those games for forever, often coming back to
them, replaying them over and over. Whenever I think of running I
think Sonic, or Shadow or any other character. In my dream it was a
race and the person I associate myself with is about to lose and give
up.</p>
<p>The scene changed completely.</p>
<p>I am in our flat and I am me, lying where I am actually sleeping: on the sofa in
the living room, facing into the room. A tingly feeling runs through
my fingers, like a weak current. I can't move. There's an actual ghost
floating in front of and slightly above me. Just so I can't see it.
But I know it's there and it's partly made of electricity. It's
keeping me from moving.</p>
<p>The ghost does nothing more. I feel a stronger current going through
my whole body, but doesn't hurt at all. Though I am nervous and a bit
scared. It floats over to the balcony window. In contrary to reality,
the sun shines brightly and the windows are mostly pure white. Then it
disperses and is gone.</p>
<p>But it left me a present. The printer is possessed or hacked, it feels
like either. It keeps printing photographs of my husband and me.
Really old ones - older than the time I've known him for even - in
many different sized and in strips of many, like those strips of
pictures from a booth. I want to jump there and pull the cable, but I
am still bound to the sofa.</p>
<p>Finally I can move, I instantly stand before the printer, that
continues to do his scary deed. I notice that I must be asleep, I
don't know what triggered it. Deciding to wake up, I do so.</p>
<p>I am convinced that all must be real now, back on the sofa. Quickly I
get up and run over to the printer. It's still printing photos, but
that's alright! I pull the cable right from the printer. It's even one of
those with a little bumper on that prevents the cable from slipping
out, like a LAN cable, and I managed to concentrate on removing it
properly. That made me proud.</p>
<p>Now I have to remove the remaining sheets stuck in the printer.
Luckily it has knobs for that. Knobs I can just turn and it scrolls
the paper in or out, just like on a typewriter! It's a really good
printer.</p>
<p>Wait.</p>
<p>Suddenly I notice that the printer is standing where it couldn't
stand and the bookshelf is missing, our printer is also not shaped
like a typewriter. And why did I not pull the plug from the socket
instead? And how could it print this much without paper?</p>
<p>Shocked I step back from the printer.</p>
<p>I open my eyes.</p>
Bluehttps://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0087.htmlLinda Nixdorfkyriel@shadowice.org2017-04-18T08:40:29Z
<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0087.html">Blue</a></h1>
<p>Since I bought a new pen tablet (wacom intuos S2, it's light and
wonderful!) I had to try something digital again. I often see such
interesting styles that I'd like to use myself. What better way is
there to learn a method than to go ahead and try to reproduce it?
Eventually I'll manage ;)</p>
<p>This was my reference:
<a href="http://helveticascans.com/r/content/comics/mousou-telepathy-twitter-extras-art_58a29b8e0f644/13-0-05-04-2016_58a8c64334f8e/07.png">Pretty picture</a></p>
<p>I think I went overboard with shadows, otherwise… hm, all in all still
not as 'calm' or 'clear' as my reference. Gotta try again ^^'</p>
<p><img alt="it's something" src="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/img/thumbkyriel_blue.png"></p>
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<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0086.comic.html">Master & Apprentice Page 0064 - 26-04-2017</a></h1>
<p>I went exploring in the nearby park today. Next to a snail shell,
forget-me-nots, a sleeping duck, sexually active bugs and a wallet, I
found myself way too occupied with my surroundings. So sitting outside
to write would probably be a bad idea. :D</p>
<p>It's nice to sit in my cozy and dark little flat to write about the
rainbows.</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>Master Zargeth stood up and downed his remaining Fumee in a single
motion. "We'll talk about this in a moment." He said calmly but
sternly and headed down the stairs.</p>
<p>In a moment? Did he really just say that? Just like that he's going to
explain this to me? I expected him to roll his eyes and give me a
warning. He told me to forget about the matter after all. I got really
excited and jumped after him to meet our visitor as well.</p>
<p>I thought I'd heared Delar's voice before taking the last turn, but
the person standing in the door and having their hand kissed by the
Master was tall, young woman dressed in a simple dress, that had not
been dyed, with a woolen shawl over her shoulders. Her ashen hair was
tucked into a messy bun with a single lock dangling before her right
eye. It took me a while to recover. Master had certeinly never greeted
ME that way… Well, if I remember correctly I had not given him a
chance to do so on our first encounter. I'd just dropped the apple in
the barrel right from the tree. A-a-also I wouldn't know how to
initiate the like, I mean, it's not like you just grab somebody's hand
to kiss it. Normally the other person… <em>cough</em> I shook my head.</p>
<p>Oh, right, that woman, by the way, was Maeve, Delar's girlfriend. So
it was probably really his voice I'd heared. With a generic friendly
smile on my face I joined in. Delar stood right beside her,
surprisingly dressed a bit more fancy than otherwise. That leather
jerkin really accentuated his figure and he carried his sword in an
ornamented scabbard. Did he actually really care for Maeve or was this
to impress me? I hoped it was for her. He wasn't my type no matter
what he did. A friend doesn't need to to be attractive, a lover does!</p>
<p>I greeted them with deep nod and kept my place a step behind my
Master. Zargeth acknowledged my presence with a quick smile before he
asked: "Now, why do you seek me?"</p>
<p>Delar started to speak: "My lovely Maeve here has a brilliant idea
that might interest you and might help the townspeople and your
reputation. Would you tell him, dear?"</p>
<p>Maeve had had her eyes cast to the ground and now lifted her head
gracefully. I thought I'd puke watching that. She was so not this way
when she didn't know someone was watching. "I feel that we might
benefit from each other if we would work together more closely, Great
Wizard." Even her voice sounded slightly afloat. "We are only a
handful of nurses at the hospital and not all of us a well enough
educated. If you could help us out with your knowledge as an acting
apothecary and send maybe improve our stocks we would be able to
bonify our efforts. Of course we would all properly reward you for
your help." Again she lowered her head. I got more and more
frustrated. Girl! You don't have oust me! I am not your enemy! Of
course I didn't know if that was just her 'official' self and totally
not because she didn't like me. If I were certain I would have told
her right there. Sorry.</p>
<p>The Master seemed speachless for a moment.</p>
<p>"We shan't talk in the entryway. Let's discuss these matters in the
shop." He motioned them to go ahead. "Kyriel, would you hang their
cloaks to dry?" What?</p>
<p>"Oh, of course." I took the near drenched cloaks Delar was carrying in
one arm. He then opened the door to the shop just opposite the entry
and led his beloved inside. Meanwhile the Master turned to me and
whispered.</p>
<p>"Just leave this to me. You better go grab a book until I'm done with
these two." He rolled his eyes, then turned and closed the shop's door
from the inside.</p>
<p>I was left all alone with two very heavy cloaks, that continued to
soak my clothes. Sigh. I simply hung them on the rack.</p>
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<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0085.comic.html">Master & Apprentice Page 0063 - 20-04-2017</a></h1>
<p>Sorry for last week. This time's longer, not really as compensation,
but it could count as such, right? <em>smirk</em></p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>Lured down by the smell (I think) the Master entered just as I
finished setting the plates. I really hope it was the smell. Otherwise
it would have been some kind of clairvoyance, which again would mean
he might know about my totally off-key humming and such… I got
goosebumbs thinking he might be able to watch me. HAHA! But that's
surely not the case! HAHA! Sweat…</p>
<p>He sat down with a "Morning." and already forked for a piece of
rockegg. Meals are the only occations he doesn't bring a staff along
to. It's even a bit strange to see him empty-handed. Well, empty
except for that fork and spoon.</p>
<p>I noticed how he immediately started to watch the rain outside. So
there was nothing in particular on his mind?</p>
<p>Last night's thoughts welled up inside me. I really needed to ask him.
"The rain's awfully strong today, and the wind!" I pouted, starting a
bit of a conversation.</p>
<p>"Yes, wonderful, isn't it?" I actually saw an interesting glimmer in
his old eyes as he said that. That was no sarcasm! How can he LIKE
THAT!? I wiped a wet strand out of my face. With an unbelieving stare
I imagined pricking him with little mind needles. Of course it was not
as bad for him. I think his private quarters are the only rooms with
actual glass windows or something similar. But I was wet as a dog! Are
dogs always wet? Well, whatever! I tried staring at him exceptionally
expressively so when he turned he'd know I didn't have friendly
relationship with that storm. STAAAAARE.</p>
<p>A while later my face grew tired from all the staring. Damn, do I
actually need to train my face muscles to do proper stares? I shook my
head and decided to let this one go. My eyebrows hurt. Next time he'll
see the stare for sure.</p>
<p>"Did you already take a shower? It's still so early, I thought you'd
definitely get up late today." PRICK. I turned into a porcupine. I was
about to blow (I nearly had him see it! My wonderful stare…), as he
turned back to the window for a second and snapped right back to look
at me instantly with a… I'd say… surprised look. Something moved in
his mind, I could tell, since he opened and closed his mouth saying
nothing and then he did that thing with his beard, stroking it while
not really seeing anything that's before him. Deep thought mode.</p>
<p>I blinked and tilted my head questioningly, but he only raised a
finger telling me to wait. Well, I knew he understood my problem with
the rain, he's amazingly clever.</p>
<p>Silently I continued eating. Well, actually I'd planned to slowly lead
the conversation to THAT OTHER topic. But this condition could last
for almost a day, but I really REALLY wanted to get my question
answered. Or at least put the matter on the table, make him concious
of my concerns. Something like that? If I'd said nothing, nothing
could ever happen, right?</p>
<p>Gasping I noticed I'd become quite nervous and fidgety. My hands were
sweaty and I decided to put my cup down, before I'd spilled the Fumee
due to weak fingers. Ah, I'm so useless when I need to speak up! COME
ON, ME! IT'S NOW OR NOT UNTIL TOMORROW!</p>
<p>"Master!" I blurted, trying to contain myself before I'd lost all
confidence, nearly jumping from my chair. "Why are you an old man?!"</p>
<p>Now it was his turn to blink. I felt my face turning red and hot. My
feathers threatened to catch fire. Did he even catch what I'd said or
did he only notice that I'd said SOMETHING he SHOULD have understood?
I tensed up. He looked surprised and not angry at all. That was a good
thing, right?</p>
<p>Suddenly, just as Master Zargeth had opened his mouth and I could see
the first letter being shaped, a knocking echoed through the Tower. A
knocking sound like that of fist on wood, a few normal knocks on the
front door… loud and clear thanks to the spell on the wood, that made
it audible for everyone everywhere in the building.</p>
Worm continuedhttps://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0084.htmlLinda Nixdorfkyriel@shadowice.org2017-04-18T08:40:29Z
<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0084.html">Worm continued</a></h1>
<p><img alt="worm2" src="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/img/thumbworm002.png"></p>
Wormhttps://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0083.htmlLinda Nixdorfkyriel@shadowice.org2017-04-18T08:23:26Z
<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0083.html">Worm</a></h1>
<p><img alt="worm1" src="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/img/thumbworm001.png"></p>
Master & Apprentice Page 0062 - 06-04-2017https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0082.comic.htmlLinda Nixdorfkyriel@shadowice.org2017-04-06T18:17:57Z
<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0082.comic.html">Master & Apprentice Page 0062 - 06-04-2017</a></h1>
<p>Finished knitting a whole jacket! \o/ I am so proud of myself. Now, I
started on a dress… But what's more important: inspiration and
motivation is returning to me~ Not only because of that jacket,
though. Next time you are lazy and depressed because of that, remember
having some serious fun without a care in the world.</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>This feeling of waking up to the sound of rain against the roof is so
gentle. When your warm blanket is drawn up to your nose and you hear
the cold wind rage outside where it can't get you. It's wonderful.
Especially when the wind is just right and the rain just strong enough
and the only window cannot be closed.</p>
<p>Still in my nightwear I nearly fell down the ladder and stumbled out
of the mess. I was cold and drenched. Swearing and still confused from
the cruel wake I pulled a white cloth from one of the shelves in the
laboratory. Luckily it wasn't very dusty. Nobody really moves in here.
I wrapped the cloth around me and finally stopped shaking. It was
seriously freezing in there or at least with half my sleepwear as wet
as it was.</p>
<p>At least in the lab the windows had wooden shutters.</p>
<p>Sigh.</p>
<p>I quickly went back to get my clothes and hung the wooden panel in
front of the small rectangle of a window, that I had fitted with a
string just for this purpose. One day I'd like to have room with a
glass window.</p>
<p>Fully dressed in one of my black dresses and my wonderful purple robe
(also including those leather shoes Master Zargeth insisted on me
having, well, they ARE warm actually, but I'm not used to shoes, who
whould like to be constrained to shoes anyway?) I skipped down the
stairs (carefully, can't trust the shoes) to the dining room on the
first floor and past it into the kitchen. The rain had not flooded
these parts either. The walls were quite thick and the windows about
half my size, so most of the down-pour missed. I wonder if the Master
could summon barriers to keep out the rain, should it get worse.</p>
<p>Nearly without thinking I started to prepare a breakfast. It was my
turn today anyways and the sun-crystal (a wonderful artefact showing
the position of the sun even when it's hidden behind clouds!) was past
dawn anyways (I'd really like to have a portable version of this
head-sized crystal for orientation purposes).</p>
<p>I prepared some porridge with rockegg bulbs and brewed the
poor-people-coffee Fumee from dried blue caps. It really tastes
nothing like coffee, but wakes you right up at least and it really
smells amazing. Suddenly I noticed that I wasn't hungover much at all.
Normally I'm not at all resistent and the scent of Fumee always lifts
the first curtain in my head, but I was actually quite fine. Neat!
Maybe a splashing wake-up-call does that.</p>
Stardew Valley: Sistershttps://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0081.htmlLinda Nixdorfkyriel@shadowice.org2017-03-27T15:42:56Z
<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0081.html">Stardew Valley: Sisters</a></h1>
<p>Stardew Valley is an amazing game and the way Concerned Ape developed
it is simply inspiring. Every time I play it I feel like I have to go
on improving myself, practice, redo things until I like them and never
give up. Though, it's hard to stop playing and produce stuff, because
it's just that good a game!!</p>
<p>I just had to start a little story about it. A fanfic, if you prefer
calling it that. Mixi says it's good so here you go. A diary-like
story written by three sisters starting a new life on their farm (they
are three different characters I've been playing with), getting to
know the townsfolk of Pelican Town (and probably falling in love with
some of them), exploring their magical and dangerous new world and
definitely fighting over petty things. As sisters do…</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>The first 5 pages.</p>
<p><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/pdf/sisters.pdf">Three sisters</a></p>
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<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0080.comic.html">Master & Apprentice Page 0061 - 30-03-2017</a></h1>
<p>This time I didn't mess up the numbers…</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>Still flustered I stormed into my room. On the way from downstairs to
up here my embarrassment had mostly subsided, but had been replaced by
a mixture of confusion and anger. Alcohol always takes me there after
trying to think straight. First I don't really know why I am feeling
the way I feel, which confuses me and since I am drunk the condusion
angers me.</p>
<p>Oh, and I couldn't really 'storm' into my room. It was a small cubic
room in one of the Tower's many outgrowths or arms, however you'd call
it, accessable from the laboratory level. This side section of the
Tower had originally been a storage with an upper bit. I had to go up
three floors, navigate between tables and shelves covered in white
cloth to the other side of the lab - Master had not used this room in
years -, follow the short and narrow corridor, not stumble of any
crates in the lower storage bit and climb up a ladder. That's the way
to my room. Running there really takes skill and endurance. Since I
didn't have that kind of constitution - especially not after drinking
- I started walking energetically half way instead of running.</p>
<p>The room itself, by the way, was just big enough to fit a bed and a
short desk, the ceiling was so low, Master Zargeth couldn't stand
straight in it and there was only a single window right above my bed,
that was just big enough for fresh air and some light to fit through.</p>
<p>Seconds later I was already tucked in and ready for sleep to release
me from my self-inflicted brain mush.</p>
<p>Though, it wouldn't come for me. A sudden soberness had befallen me
and occupied my mind with words and pictures of the day. Faces and
laughters of those people I'd met scrolled past my inner eye. Delar's
and Nondrean's especially. Until I reached that of Master. He didn't
say a word and for some reason I saw it from many angles with that
smirk on his wrinkly old-man-face, framed by his thinning grey beard.
That smirk. It didn't feel very honest, now that I've had a close look
at it.</p>
<p>I turned, hoping to change the repeating image to something else. It
didn't really work, only added audio.</p>
<p>"Sounds like you've had a lot of fun today." He said again. Just like
before.</p>
<p>Could it be… that he was actually… envious? Would he have prefered to
come along? Just to have fun with other people and regretting it by
the next morning only to repeat it again next time?</p>
<p>I turned again, now actively trying to spawn a certain picture before
me. I tried to remember what he'd looked like in my dreamworld, where
he couldn't diguise his form. The younger version of him, I think I
saw it now. The long and thick brown hair, the more saturated dark
blue skin and the sharp face. His eyes were the same piercing red
rubies, but rather warm, his movements, too, crude but accurate, and
one raised eyebrow.</p>
<p>I beheld that image of him for a while. This man was living under the
pretense of being old. Very old, considering the qualities of his
people. They age about half as fast as the Winds, my people. So in
reality he might even just be a young adult or something. It must be
hard to go and skip all of those years, centuries even! I can't
imangine he'd done that out of his own free will.</p>
<p>Maybe… I should ask about it anyways.</p>
Ink Snailhttps://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0079.htmlLinda Nixdorfkyriel@shadowice.org2017-03-27T15:42:56Z
<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0079.html">Ink Snail</a></h1>
<p><img alt="snail" src="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/img/thumbsnail42.png"></p>
<p>I try to get better at this ink thing now…</p>
<p>Nice snail, right? With a random number on it's shell. Absolutely
random. Really.</p>
<p>I like snails.</p>
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<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0078.comic.html">Master & Apprentice Page 0060 - 23-03-2017</a></h1>
<p>I had sketched comic pages of all what's happening right now already
lying around and I must admit these scenes were extraordinarily fun to
draw. Though embarrassing…</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<hr/>
<p>The step through a portal is like a step though a doorway. First you
are outside, then suddenly inside. But it's a magical doorway, so of
course you feel this magic wash over you. Like a sudden change in
temperature or being rained on from all angles at once. It is quite a
refreshing and mind clearing experience.</p>
<p>I was drunk when I stepped though the portal and that amplified the
effect. It was like waking from a dilirium and being hit in the face
with the bare realitiy of a drunken mind. Within a second I went from
unchallenged delight to
damn-I-am-drunk-and-tired-and-cannot-think-exclamation-mark.</p>
<p>"I might have overdone it a bit." I blabbered, trying to get my tongue
in tow.</p>
<p>"Sounds like you've had a lot of fun today." The Master had just
finished removing the blue, swirling space-connector from the middle
of the hall and put away the copper staff with the large blue crystal
set into the circle at its top.</p>
<p>I needed a moment to parse his words despite them being simple and
short and finally answered with a laugh. "Yeah, probably." I said,
suddenly being interupted by an imposing yawn. "Should really hit the
hay, now." In a half turn I swayed towards the stairs and was about to
wish him a good night, as he continued:</p>
<p>"Should I maybe teach you a protection spell next?"</p>
<p>Parsing, parsing. "What protection spell? Protection against what?"
Affected as I was I tried my best, put two and one and maybe another
one together… "Do you mean…" I turned towards him, mouth open as I
slowly got what he was talking about. Then I saw that teasing grin
sitting in his old-man-face. He'd seen me in that… that situation with
Delar and was now implying things. It really had to be that! Oh Lor!</p>
<p>I felt my face turn cherry red and oven hot.</p>
<p>"Nope! NOPE! Not ever! Good night!!" I yelled as I ran up the stairs,
literally steaming.</p>
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<h1><a href="https://wizard.shadowice.org/entries/0077.comic.html">Master & Apprentice Page 0059 - 18-03-2017</a></h1>
<p>From this point on I will continue Master & Apprentice in written
form. I am more confident this way. Until now the comic was practice
for drawing and writing, but the story never really got around to a
point I actually wanted to have reached now. I felt like I was moving
through jelly or deep snow in a storm. Instead of reaching the peak of
the mountain and rolling down the hill at full speed, I just skidded
back down the side I started on. So now I decided to bring a rope with
me, leaving all those panel coordinations, text bubble placements and
background fillers behind. You'll have to read a bit from now on and I
still need to find out the proper length of a page, but I hope I can
make it worth your while! Wish me skill!</p>
<p>I promise there will be illustrations!</p>
<p>K.N.</p>
<p>P.S.: Mixi worked hard on this horizontal rule. It is wonderful, isn't
it?</p>
<hr/>
<p>"No! I told you I don't want this!" I objected, my feet dangling in
the air. "What do you think you are doing!?"</p>
<p>Delar mumbled something through my fingers, that were trying to shove
him away from me. I cursed my size and that last cup of wine.</p>
<p>"What? What did you say?"</p>
<p>"I said 'A man can dream, can't he?'." He finally pronounced in an
understandable way, concentrating enough on talking to make it easier
for me to keep his face a save distance away from mine.</p>
<p>"Damn it!" In his defense: we were both very, very drunk. This week's
get-together went a teensy bit over the top, when Delar's elf friend
Nondrean - the one that doesn't like dark elves - called my Master en
passant a 'Necro'. You know, a zombie summoner. Bastard! I don't know
whether he had actual reason to believe that. Though, at that point
it hardly mattered as we simply went over to drinking more and
throwing names at each other that became less and less creative. It
had turned into simple dumb fun.</p>
<p>"What about your girlfriend?" Oops. I think I shrieked this a bit. Ah,
yes, the blacksmith in training did get himself a girlfriend. Pretty
much since he had gotten that messy stab wound three months ago - May
Lor strike those bandits in their sleep! - and had to be nursed back
to full health. Maeve was her name and of course she had been his
nurse. I've learned quite the deal about my friend from seeing him
nearly die. Sometimes I do notice that I react very naive when someone
is nice towards me. But mostly, if not all the time, it is already too
late to fix my behaviour.</p>
<p>"But she ain't you, Kiri!" He pouted, as far as that was possible with
the pressure of two small handy on his face. "Maeve is not an Angel!"
And I thought we magically became friends over night for way too long.
Well, we are friends now, but he's still just a silly man running
after the 'unique' looking girl.</p>
<p>"Not an Angel! Just a Wind!" I corrected him for the quadrillianth
time. "No flying with these ears. Now let go!"</p>
<p>"But it was you who wanted to go into this alleyway, so…"</p>
<p>"Not for THIS! It's –"</p>
<p>Suddenly Delars face turned into a wild mess of pain and regret as a
heavy copper staff slammed down on his head.</p>
<p>"…midnight." I said, finishing my sentence, blood gushing to my head
in excitement. His grip loosened and I could slip out of his arms to
run to my saviour. As id oblivious to what had happened, Master
Zargeth stood calmly in front of his swirling blue portal ready to
take me savly back to the tower.</p>
<p>"I hope I didn't interrupt anything." He appologised, with a sly smile
hidden beneath his long grey beard.</p>
<p>"Oh, no!" I assured him with the same feigned serious undertone,
trying to suppress my drunken self's urge to break out in laughter.
Then I turned to Delar once more, grinning in drunken amusement.</p>
<p>"I have to go home now. See you next week!" I said and stepped through
the blue mist of swirling magic.</p>
<p>"Damn it!" He exclaimed, before the connection was broken. Not
angrily, though! Unconciously we might have started a friendly game of
cat and mouse.</p>
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<p>I got cramps in my hand… I promise this is the last wall of text for
the next 4 weeks at least! Also, if you find any spelling mistakes,
please tell me NEXT WEEK.</p>
<p>Well, yes, this is a time skip, because watching Kyriel power learn
really is boring. But you'll find out the important things that
happened soon enough.</p>
<p>For the rest of the evening (it's far past 8pm) I'll treat myself to a
bit of ESO, maybe some guinness-infused chocolate and comfy
husband-cuddles. Good night.</p>