Chapter 247: Back to School
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Chapter 247: Back to School
Back to School
Graduating from novice to acolyte meant new classes and courses along with a different schedule. Martel would be trained extensively in fire magic throughout his remaining year; later on, he would also be taught skills like Tyrian runes and hopefully enchantment. For now, he would begin learning the Archean alphabet and language, as Archen was the basis of the magic being taught in Aster as well. So Martel dressed himself in his red robes denoting his new status and went to his first lesson as an acolyte.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
Master Fenrick had several classrooms at his disposal, as Martel had learned. One for teaching astronomy, another for magical theory. It turned out that teaching Archean was done in a third. Entering, Martel saw one wall had been painted with the strange letters of the Archean alphabet, unknown to him. For now, anyway. In comparison, he recognised the other students present. Unlike when he had studied astronomy with them, he did not have to find a solitary seat in the back. One stood empty next to Maximilian, which Martel took.
"Nordmark, look at you. All dressed up in red," the mageknight remarked with a smirk. "A pleasant change from that dull brown."
Martel replied with a wry look, not sure what to say. Looking elsewhere, he saw Cheval staring at him with unvarnished hatred. He wondered if the young nobleman's father had told his son of how Martel had interfered with his plans; the mageknight had plenty of other reasons for disliking Martel, after all.
Master Fenrick entered. He adjusted his spectacles as he looked at the newest student in the class. "Martel, I see you have joined us. Good. Any further delay to your status as acolyte would have made it difficult for you to catch up. I am told you have a tutor for that purpose?"
Martel glanced at Eleanor, who gave a quick smile back at him, and quietly thanked Mistress Juliana for making the arrangement. "I do, master."
"Very well. Pay attention. Today we will look at irregular verbs. I suggest you take copious notes."
Grabbing the quill on his desk and dipping it in ink, Martel prepared to write.
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"Something like that. A little more complicated," Master Alastair admitted. "You'll learn everything any battlemage needs to know about fire magic, I'm sure. Between your talent and your teacher, that is assured. But in my experience, the weakness of a mage is rarely being sufficiently skilled with one element, but rather their shortcomings with the others. For that reason, knowing what you face, I have two aims."
Martel listened intently. He sometimes forgot, especially given the kind side of himself that Master Alastair usually showed, but the man had served twenty years as a battlemage, after all.
"First, I want to hone your skills with the other elements to ensure you can rely on them in combat. While you will never have the same offensive capabilities with them that fire provides, it will still be useful."
He trusted his teacher's aforementioned experience on this. "And the other aim?"
"Building on that, I wish to continue training you in advanced elemental magic. You will not receive this from Mistress Moira, whose domain is exclusively fire. But again, there is great power in mastering more than one element. You told me once that you called down a lightning bolt?"
Martel nodded. No need to mention that it had exhausted him to the point where he threw up.
"A powerful spell for those who can wield it properly. We will consider that our goal for this year."
Master Alastair's words rang true; Martel remembered the feeling of power coursing through him as he summoned lightning from the sky. He also recalled how his teacher had wielded that same power from his fingertip; probably no other piece of spellwork had impressed Martel as much. "That sounds great."
"Let's begin. Now, as fire-touched, drawing water straight from the air is difficult." Even as he said this, the teacher drew droplets from thin air into the palm of his hand. "It resists us. So that's the first thing we'll work on."
Martel stretched his neck. He felt ready for the challenge.
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Chapter 247: Back to School
Back to School
Graduating from novice to acolyte meant new classes and courses along with a different schedule. Martel would be trained extensively in fire magic throughout his remaining year; later on, he would also be taught skills like Tyrian runes and hopefully enchantment. For now, he would begin learning the Archean alphabet and language, as Archen was the basis of the magic being taught in Aster as well. So Martel dressed himself in his red robes denoting his new status and went to his first lesson as an acolyte.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
Master Fenrick had several classrooms at his disposal, as Martel had learned. One for teaching astronomy, another for magical theory. It turned out that teaching Archean was done in a third. Entering, Martel saw one wall had been painted with the strange letters of the Archean alphabet, unknown to him. For now, anyway. In comparison, he recognised the other students present. Unlike when he had studied astronomy with them, he did not have to find a solitary seat in the back. One stood empty next to Maximilian, which Martel took.
"Nordmark, look at you. All dressed up in red," the mageknight remarked with a smirk. "A pleasant change from that dull brown."
Martel replied with a wry look, not sure what to say. Looking elsewhere, he saw Cheval staring at him with unvarnished hatred. He wondered if the young nobleman's father had told his son of how Martel had interfered with his plans; the mageknight had plenty of other reasons for disliking Martel, after all.
Master Fenrick entered. He adjusted his spectacles as he looked at the newest student in the class. "Martel, I see you have joined us. Good. Any further delay to your status as acolyte would have made it difficult for you to catch up. I am told you have a tutor for that purpose?"
Martel glanced at Eleanor, who gave a quick smile back at him, and quietly thanked Mistress Juliana for making the arrangement. "I do, master."
"Very well. Pay attention. Today we will look at irregular verbs. I suggest you take copious notes."
Grabbing the quill on his desk and dipping it in ink, Martel prepared to write.
***
"Something like that. A little more complicated," Master Alastair admitted. "You'll learn everything any battlemage needs to know about fire magic, I'm sure. Between your talent and your teacher, that is assured. But in my experience, the weakness of a mage is rarely being sufficiently skilled with one element, but rather their shortcomings with the others. For that reason, knowing what you face, I have two aims."
Martel listened intently. He sometimes forgot, especially given the kind side of himself that Master Alastair usually showed, but the man had served twenty years as a battlemage, after all.
"First, I want to hone your skills with the other elements to ensure you can rely on them in combat. While you will never have the same offensive capabilities with them that fire provides, it will still be useful."
He trusted his teacher's aforementioned experience on this. "And the other aim?"
"Building on that, I wish to continue training you in advanced elemental magic. You will not receive this from Mistress Moira, whose domain is exclusively fire. But again, there is great power in mastering more than one element. You told me once that you called down a lightning bolt?"
Martel nodded. No need to mention that it had exhausted him to the point where he threw up.
"A powerful spell for those who can wield it properly. We will consider that our goal for this year."
Master Alastair's words rang true; Martel remembered the feeling of power coursing through him as he summoned lightning from the sky. He also recalled how his teacher had wielded that same power from his fingertip; probably no other piece of spellwork had impressed Martel as much. "That sounds great."
"Let's begin. Now, as fire-touched, drawing water straight from the air is difficult." Even as he said this, the teacher drew droplets from thin air into the palm of his hand. "It resists us. So that's the first thing we'll work on."
Martel stretched his neck. He felt ready for the challenge.
Chapter 247: Back to SchoolBack to SchoolGraduating from novice to acolyte meant new classes and courses along with a different schedule. Martel would be trained extensively in fire magic throughout his remaining year; later on, he would also be taught skills like Tyrian runes and hopefully enchantment. For now, he would begin learning the Archean alphabet and language, as Archen was the basis of the magic being taught in Aster as well. So Martel dressed himself in his red robes denoting his new status and went to his first lesson as an acolyte.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.Master Fenrick had several classrooms at his disposal, as Martel had learned. One for teaching astronomy, another for magical theory. It turned out that teaching Archean was done in a third. Entering, Martel saw one wall had been painted with the strange letters of the Archean alphabet, unknown to him. For now, anyway. In comparison, he recognised the other students present. Unlike when he had studied astronomy with them, he did not have to find a solitary seat in the back. One stood empty next to Maximilian, which Martel took."Nordmark, look at you. All dressed up in red," the mageknight remarked with a smirk. "A pleasant change from that dull brown."Martel replied with a wry look, not sure what to say. Looking elsewhere, he saw Cheval staring at him with unvarnished hatred. He wondered if the young nobleman's father had told his son of how Martel had interfered with his plans; the mageknight had plenty of other reasons for disliking Martel, after all.Master Fenrick entered. He adjusted his spectacles as he looked at the newest student in the class. "Martel, I see you have joined us. Good. Any further delay to your status as acolyte would have made it difficult for you to catch up. I am told you have a tutor for that purpose?"Martel glanced at Eleanor, who gave a quick smile back at him, and quietly thanked Mistress Juliana for making the arrangement. "I do, master.""Very well. Pay attention. Today we will look at irregular verbs. I suggest you take copious notes."Grabbing the quill on his desk and dipping it in ink, Martel prepared to write.***"Something like that. A little more complicated," Master Alastair admitted. "You'll learn everything any battlemage needs to know about fire magic, I'm sure. Between your talent and your teacher, that is assured. But in my experience, the weakness of a mage is rarely being sufficiently skilled with one element, but rather their shortcomings with the others. For that reason, knowing what you face, I have two aims."Martel listened intently. He sometimes forgot, especially given the kind side of himself that Master Alastair usually showed, but the man had served twenty years as a battlemage, after all."First, I want to hone your skills with the other elements to ensure you can rely on them in combat. While you will never have the same offensive capabilities with them that fire provides, it will still be useful."He trusted his teacher's aforementioned experience on this. "And the other aim?""Building on that, I wish to continue training you in advanced elemental magic. You will not receive this from Mistress Moira, whose domain is exclusively fire. But again, there is great power in mastering more than one element. You told me once that you called down a lightning bolt?"Martel nodded. No need to mention that it had exhausted him to the point where he threw up."A powerful spell for those who can wield it properly. We will consider that our goal for this year."Master Alastair's words rang true; Martel remembered the feeling of power coursing through him as he summoned lightning from the sky. He also recalled how his teacher had wielded that same power from his fingertip; probably no other piece of spellwork had impressed Martel as much. "That sounds great.""Let's begin. Now, as fire-touched, drawing water straight from the air is difficult." Even as he said this, the teacher drew droplets from thin air into the palm of his hand. "It resists us. So that's the first thing we'll work on."Martel stretched his neck. He felt ready for the challenge.
