Chapter 132: Adventures in Law Enforcement
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Chapter 132: Adventures in Law Enforcement
Adventures in Law Enforcement
Master Fenrick gave Martel's battered face a second look but refrained from commenting, launching into his lesson instead. "I have spoken briefly about maleficars before, when I remarked upon necromancy, which is one study of magic favoured by these dark wizards, though by no means the only one."
Ignoring the discomfort from his bruises, Martel made sure to pay attention.
"As I may have told you before, maleficar simply means those who do evil. While inquisitors no doubt have a long list of what a wizard might do to earn this title, typically it is applied to mages pursuing one or both of two studies in magic. Necromancy, as mentioned, and leechcraft."
Martel silently mumbled the last word.
"When we cast magic, we draw upon our own lifeforce for power, particularly for more complex spells. This creates a natural limit. Eventually, your strength will run out, and you can no longer cast magic until you have rested." Master Fenrick let his eyes behind his glasses slowly glide over the students. "But what if we could take power from another to fuel our magic? Steal their strength and take it for ours?"
One novice raised her hand. "We could keep casting spells for ever."
Their teacher nodded. "Until our victim died, of course, and we'd have to find another. There are many wizards who are tempted by the promise of power in leechcraft, and you will undoubtedly come across stories and references in your future studies."
Once again, he moved his gaze from one novice to the next, weighing them down with the gravity of his words. None of them spoke.
"So I tell you now, no form of magic is considered more reprehensible. It will twist and scar the soul of those who pursue it. Furthermore, any knowledge of this dark art was lost with the fall of Archen. I have seen a few who despite warnings sought to recover this knowledge, and it has only ever ended in great suffering, for others and themselves."
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When Martel had a bell to spare, he left the school to do as he had promised the princeps of the guard patrol last night. Mindful of the importance of giving the right impression, he changed from his brown robe into his expensive clothes, same as he had worn last night. Fortunately, he had not bled on his white silk shirt.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Martel nodded. Unsure if he was meant to prove it, he lit a flame in his hand. The guards stared and whispered to each other.
"What's your name, good master?"
"Martel of Engby, though I reside at the Lyceum."
"Of course." The princeps made some final scribbles and show the document to the novice. "If all this looks correct, please sign your name at the bottom."
Martel looked at the paper, straining his eyes to read the handwriting. He brightened the flame in his hand to provide more light. "Oh, I have a witness. My friend, Shadi, she was present and saw the whole thing."
The older guardsmen frowned. "That's a Khivan name, right?"
"Yeah, but her eyes work the same."
"I don't think the judge will be interested in her. The word of a mage will suffice. No need to bother the lass." He stood aside from the writing desk and gestured for Martel to sign it.
Feeling a little weird from the exchange, but also eager to be done, the novice placed the documents against the desk and quickly signed it. "What happens now?"
"We'll send this to headquarters. Your robber will go before a judge who reads your statement and passes a sentence. If there's any doubt, you might be asked to show up in person at court, but I doubt that'll be needed," the princeps explained.
"Alright. Thanks." Martel handed the paper over to the guard and gave a quick nod before he turned to leave.
"Happy to be of service, good master."
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Chapter 132: Adventures in Law Enforcement
Adventures in Law Enforcement
Master Fenrick gave Martel's battered face a second look but refrained from commenting, launching into his lesson instead. "I have spoken briefly about maleficars before, when I remarked upon necromancy, which is one study of magic favoured by these dark wizards, though by no means the only one."
Ignoring the discomfort from his bruises, Martel made sure to pay attention.
"As I may have told you before, maleficar simply means those who do evil. While inquisitors no doubt have a long list of what a wizard might do to earn this title, typically it is applied to mages pursuing one or both of two studies in magic. Necromancy, as mentioned, and leechcraft."
Martel silently mumbled the last word.
"When we cast magic, we draw upon our own lifeforce for power, particularly for more complex spells. This creates a natural limit. Eventually, your strength will run out, and you can no longer cast magic until you have rested." Master Fenrick let his eyes behind his glasses slowly glide over the students. "But what if we could take power from another to fuel our magic? Steal their strength and take it for ours?"
One novice raised her hand. "We could keep casting spells for ever."
Their teacher nodded. "Until our victim died, of course, and we'd have to find another. There are many wizards who are tempted by the promise of power in leechcraft, and you will undoubtedly come across stories and references in your future studies."
Once again, he moved his gaze from one novice to the next, weighing them down with the gravity of his words. None of them spoke.
"So I tell you now, no form of magic is considered more reprehensible. It will twist and scar the soul of those who pursue it. Furthermore, any knowledge of this dark art was lost with the fall of Archen. I have seen a few who despite warnings sought to recover this knowledge, and it has only ever ended in great suffering, for others and themselves."
~
When Martel had a bell to spare, he left the school to do as he had promised the princeps of the guard patrol last night. Mindful of the importance of giving the right impression, he changed from his brown robe into his expensive clothes, same as he had worn last night. Fortunately, he had not bled on his white silk shirt.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Martel nodded. Unsure if he was meant to prove it, he lit a flame in his hand. The guards stared and whispered to each other.
"What's your name, good master?"
"Martel of Engby, though I reside at the Lyceum."
"Of course." The princeps made some final scribbles and show the document to the novice. "If all this looks correct, please sign your name at the bottom."
Martel looked at the paper, straining his eyes to read the handwriting. He brightened the flame in his hand to provide more light. "Oh, I have a witness. My friend, Shadi, she was present and saw the whole thing."
The older guardsmen frowned. "That's a Khivan name, right?"
"Yeah, but her eyes work the same."
"I don't think the judge will be interested in her. The word of a mage will suffice. No need to bother the lass." He stood aside from the writing desk and gestured for Martel to sign it.
Feeling a little weird from the exchange, but also eager to be done, the novice placed the documents against the desk and quickly signed it. "What happens now?"
"We'll send this to headquarters. Your robber will go before a judge who reads your statement and passes a sentence. If there's any doubt, you might be asked to show up in person at court, but I doubt that'll be needed," the princeps explained.
"Alright. Thanks." Martel handed the paper over to the guard and gave a quick nod before he turned to leave.
"Happy to be of service, good master."
Chapter 132: Adventures in Law EnforcementAdventures in Law EnforcementMaster Fenrick gave Martel's battered face a second look but refrained from commenting, launching into his lesson instead. "I have spoken briefly about maleficars before, when I remarked upon necromancy, which is one study of magic favoured by these dark wizards, though by no means the only one."Ignoring the discomfort from his bruises, Martel made sure to pay attention."As I may have told you before, maleficar simply means those who do evil. While inquisitors no doubt have a long list of what a wizard might do to earn this title, typically it is applied to mages pursuing one or both of two studies in magic. Necromancy, as mentioned, and leechcraft."Martel silently mumbled the last word."When we cast magic, we draw upon our own lifeforce for power, particularly for more complex spells. This creates a natural limit. Eventually, your strength will run out, and you can no longer cast magic until you have rested." Master Fenrick let his eyes behind his glasses slowly glide over the students. "But what if we could take power from another to fuel our magic? Steal their strength and take it for ours?"One novice raised her hand. "We could keep casting spells for ever."Their teacher nodded. "Until our victim died, of course, and we'd have to find another. There are many wizards who are tempted by the promise of power in leechcraft, and you will undoubtedly come across stories and references in your future studies."Once again, he moved his gaze from one novice to the next, weighing them down with the gravity of his words. None of them spoke."So I tell you now, no form of magic is considered more reprehensible. It will twist and scar the soul of those who pursue it. Furthermore, any knowledge of this dark art was lost with the fall of Archen. I have seen a few who despite warnings sought to recover this knowledge, and it has only ever ended in great suffering, for others and themselves."~When Martel had a bell to spare, he left the school to do as he had promised the princeps of the guard patrol last night. Mindful of the importance of giving the right impression, he changed from his brown robe into his expensive clothes, same as he had worn last night. Fortunately, he had not bled on his white silk shirt.Nvl--1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.Martel nodded. Unsure if he was meant to prove it, he lit a flame in his hand. The guards stared and whispered to each other."What's your name, good master?""Martel of Engby, though I reside at the Lyceum.""Of course." The princeps made some final scribbles and show the document to the novice. "If all this looks correct, please sign your name at the bottom."Martel looked at the paper, straining his eyes to read the handwriting. He brightened the flame in his hand to provide more light. "Oh, I have a witness. My friend, Shadi, she was present and saw the whole thing."The older guardsmen frowned. "That's a Khivan name, right?""Yeah, but her eyes work the same.""I don't think the judge will be interested in her. The word of a mage will suffice. No need to bother the lass." He stood aside from the writing desk and gestured for Martel to sign it.Feeling a little weird from the exchange, but also eager to be done, the novice placed the documents against the desk and quickly signed it. "What happens now?""We'll send this to headquarters. Your robber will go before a judge who reads your statement and passes a sentence. If there's any doubt, you might be asked to show up in person at court, but I doubt that'll be needed," the princeps explained."Alright. Thanks." Martel handed the paper over to the guard and gave a quick nod before he turned to leave."Happy to be of service, good master."
