Differences in The Wandering Inn S03 – Wistram Days (Pt. 5)
- For those who passed,
their celebration was nearing their its consecutive day.
- It has to be said that mages know how to party.
Aside from being able to obtain countless delicacies and goods from around the world,
- the students at Wistram had developed quite a number of spells specifically designed to add to a party.
The half-Elf rolled her eyes as she levitated over a tureen of gravy while Pisces warmed his food up with a simple heat spell.
- In moments he was happily scarfing down his food.
Calvaron sighed and shook his head as he stared at the two second-year student sadly.
- Are you here for me,
- I am studying my [Invisibility] spell at the moment.
IT would be a time commitment but I…
Montressa’s mouth feel open as Ceria tried desperately not to burst out laughing.
- Calvaron continued,
- but even those demons would probably run from Illphres.
You might know her as the grumpy Human who never smiles to anyone.
- She specializes in ice magic—she had to teach a class in combat magic last year,
- Miss Montressa,
every work I say is absolutely true.
- Good luck,
“You taught me how to impove my magic.
- You helped me learn so much last year.
- and every day the ice mage looked more and more annoyed to find Ceria standing there.
But she never wavered,
- and Ceria never gave up trying to persuade her,
- “As a matter of fact,
those as mice droppings,
- This is what was different.
In the time since they had become second-year students.
- Pisces had made a name for himself with his prowess in magic and dueling.
- More than once Ceria had seen other students casting [Detect Magic] to try and observe him using the spell,
but so far they—and she hadn’t been able to figure out how Pisces was doing it.
“I—it’s more than I’m afraid of falling.
- Why did you come here?”
- Illphres said the word lightly as she pointed down to the ocean below.
Ceria’s heard stopped.
- It was practically frictionless,
and as Ceria wind milled her arms desperately and stepped back to keep her balance,
- her other foot slipped on a second patch of ice.
- I really think you should stop.
You did you best,
- but Illphres is never going to teach you.”
- Ceria shook her head and coughed hard.
Her lungs felt full of phegmn and she resented the way all the other students leaned away from her when she did.
- “I am sure no one will be able to break this spell.
It is countless times more complex than any [Message] spell you could ever devise,
- and it can be used up to several miles away.”
The banquet hall erupted into shouts and this news.
- Jurix turned to Illphres.
- Illphres slid forwards on the ice,
gathering momentum as she let the slick,
ice take her momentum.
- It spread across the banquet hall,
making anyone standing on it slip of be forced to grab a table for support.
- Calvaron tumbled to the ground with a cry and Beatrice had to grab Mons to keep her upright as Illphres kicked herself across the ice,
- but the other half were too busy fighting to dodge.
She heard screams as several arrow found their mark.
- One flashed past her head as she held still on the deck of the rocking ship.
- wearing bright red bandanas.
That way the archers on the other ships could avoid hitting their friends as she fired on the mages and mercenaries fighting for their lives.
- Ceria screamed the spell as she pointed her hands up.
The man dodge back from the gout of flame with a curse and gasped as Pisces ran him through.
- The mage pulled his blade back with a grimace and helped Ceria to her feet.
- bloody sword in hand.
She flinched as she saw him holding two heads.
- He’d already killed two of the [Captains] of the four ships and sunk one with his vessel.
- but a Human,
heavily tattoed on his face and arms.
- He cut at Pisces,
- Illphres raced towards him on the frozen sea.
- and a pillar of ice threw her up onto the deck.
- With every step and thrust and dodge and parry,
he remembered the lessons his fauther had taught him.
- His sword felt heavy in his hands,
- and tripped backwards over a corpse.
He raised his rapied as the man stepped over the body—
- He was horrified to find the man who’d grabbed him was dead.
The tears in his chest showed clearly where he’d been kiklled.
- But he still struck at the pirate,
- exchanging blows.
- each spell was a spear of ice,
Each time Illphres raised a wall of ice to block,
- he would swing past the wall of ice or shatter it with his enchanted blade.
- He caught her as she froze a score of pirates around her.
The captain kicked Ilphress of her feet.
- He tried to stab her through the chest as she lay on the ground,
the Dullanah and Bastam,
- the Drake,
- Caught by surprise,
the pirates tried to swarm the ship Justix was on.
- But one of their ships slowed as spells began to rain down from the sky upon it.
- Ceria stumbled across the deck of the deceased pirate captain’s ship as Illphres connected it to another ship with a bridge of ice.
She wanted to support Illphres;
- the woman stumbled twice as she walked,
- He looked at Ceria at last,
and their was guilt in his eyes.
- Ceria took a step back.
The lifeless corpses standing on the deck stared vacantly ahead.
- The head of one had been hacked nearly apart,
Standing in a balcony in the huge,
- circular room,
- not inherently biased in itself!
And is Wistram not a place where all mages may study!
- the case of Az’kerash!
His name is infamous as the most powerful [Necromancer] of this mileniea.
- He once studied here before he was slain on Izril.