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Razilin
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Gaeriel watched Arlin approach the fire wall, but then her attention drawn to the instructors themselves. Lord Morningstar interested her from an academic standpoint; this was a man with a reputation and power to back it up, as evidenced by his ability to conjure three magical walls seemingly instantly. But it was the tall, severe-appearing man next to him that intrigued her more. He stood with a straight back and a stoic, commanding presence that screamed military. Gaeriel would know, having been raised among knights and other field officers as a member of a knightly family.
And it seemed that the interest was mutual. The severe-appearing man was watching her and Davos with an intense, hardened look. She instantly straightened under his gaze and felt like a girl who was just found with her hand in the cookie jar. She squared her shoulders and proudly strode toward the watery barrier Lord Morningstar had erected. She was a Manetheril, a knight in training! She wouldn't falter just because a middle-aged mage was glaring at her!
"Water is mine," she stated boldly, confidently stepping into the rushing wall of water...and nearly stumbling over from the sheer force. She had barely extended her hand into that deluge, and it very nearly took it off at the wrist!
All right, she thought, taking a moment to steady her breath and clear her mind. One of her earliest lessons in both swordplay and sorcery was to approach the opponent with a clear head. Emotion clouded good judgement. And this watery wall, her opponent, was merely a puzzle to be solved. She thought to herself, Let's take stock of what I have available.
Aeromancy, a sword, and her own armor. That was it. Windwalker, her trusty steed, was on the other side of the magical barrier and would probably be of limited help here. And her wind magic wasn't strong enough to cut through that wall very deeply.
I just need to get through there. Ah! Inspiration struck her.
She unbuckled her breastplate and greaves, leaving her clad in a loose undershirt and trousers. She used the straps to secure the front and back plates into a triangular wedge. She wrapped the whole apparatus in her cloak to give it least a modicum of waterproofing.
Then she tested her magic against the water wall. She sent a cutting line of wind that slashed about fifty feet into the hundred-foot-thick wall. As she suspected, it wasn't enough to pierce through. However, it was enough to go over the wall, provided she had something to ride.
She set her re-purposed armor on the ground and stood on it as if were a sled.
"Well, one way to see if this works," she muttered, gathering her energy for a powerful burst.
And it seemed that the interest was mutual. The severe-appearing man was watching her and Davos with an intense, hardened look. She instantly straightened under his gaze and felt like a girl who was just found with her hand in the cookie jar. She squared her shoulders and proudly strode toward the watery barrier Lord Morningstar had erected. She was a Manetheril, a knight in training! She wouldn't falter just because a middle-aged mage was glaring at her!
"Water is mine," she stated boldly, confidently stepping into the rushing wall of water...and nearly stumbling over from the sheer force. She had barely extended her hand into that deluge, and it very nearly took it off at the wrist!
All right, she thought, taking a moment to steady her breath and clear her mind. One of her earliest lessons in both swordplay and sorcery was to approach the opponent with a clear head. Emotion clouded good judgement. And this watery wall, her opponent, was merely a puzzle to be solved. She thought to herself, Let's take stock of what I have available.
Aeromancy, a sword, and her own armor. That was it. Windwalker, her trusty steed, was on the other side of the magical barrier and would probably be of limited help here. And her wind magic wasn't strong enough to cut through that wall very deeply.
I just need to get through there. Ah! Inspiration struck her.
She unbuckled her breastplate and greaves, leaving her clad in a loose undershirt and trousers. She used the straps to secure the front and back plates into a triangular wedge. She wrapped the whole apparatus in her cloak to give it least a modicum of waterproofing.
Then she tested her magic against the water wall. She sent a cutting line of wind that slashed about fifty feet into the hundred-foot-thick wall. As she suspected, it wasn't enough to pierce through. However, it was enough to go over the wall, provided she had something to ride.
She set her re-purposed armor on the ground and stood on it as if were a sled.
"Well, one way to see if this works," she muttered, gathering her energy for a powerful burst.
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