Yashar was already reinforcing his ward when the flying metal thing that followed Stride entered through his window. The object was shinning in the blue lighting of the torches, almost mesmerizing the mage. Never in his life he had seen an object like this. A metallic voice echoed from the object, snapping the wizard from his almost entranced state. "Thank ya for the stuff Yashar... and sorry about bein' a bit rude back there. I-It was uncalled fer." Did the half elf just apologized? That was unnexpected. Maybe his visitors had some kind of manners afterall. Hell, this was more surprizing than the flying object.
But he didn't had much time to waste. The visitors left his tower without causing many troubles, however the ward had lost much of it's power. Mostly due to the overly aggressive manners of it's visitors. Except for that Ogre. Tugrok had an unsettling aura around him. Different from most ogres, he showed something that could even pass as compassion to someone who never saw an ogre before. Sure thing, Tugrok was an idiot, but he seemed to have some aspects of a holy man. He even sensed some magical power surrounding the ogre. This gave him an idea. In the best case, he'd have a much more powerful minion doing his bidding. In the worst case, he'd have a hilarious story to tell the next time he ventured into a tavern.
Leaving the ward to be worked uppon the next day, he quickly went upstairs to pick an old book. It's cover was extremely dusty and it's pages partially eaten by a mices. On it's brown leatherty cover, letters were burned in forming it's title in a rude caligraphy "God evokation in combat situations". A smile covered Yashar's face. No matter the result, it would be hilarious. He needed a good laugh lately.
He spent the rest of the night preparing the tomes with the God Evoking ritual and a few basic spells. Holy Smite, Ressurect and Turn Evil. The spells were the simplest he could gather from the book, if the ogre managed to complete the ritual, he would surely be able to use those spells rather easily. Yashar finished the tomes and went to his bed.
The next morning came. Yashar felt as if he didn't had any sleep at all, waking up just as tired as he was when he went to sleep. He prepared a few of his morning rituals and quickly went down to work on the ward on his front door. For what he had seen on his crystal ball, the visitor that Devon's energy had found was extremely violent. It was better to prepare something that wouldn't cause physical damage to him.
In the matter of a few hours, a new ward was placed properly. It covered the entire tower and it would immobilize anyone who tried to cause damage to another being. Even Yashar could be restrained by this ward, but it was the price he had to pay for his safety. He was barely finished with the ward when he heard a massive amount of profanities shouted from outside his door. There were no doubt his guest had arrived.
Opening the door, he could see a giant skeleton of a man. He was surely surrounded by some kind of magic, although the mage couldn't identify which type. It seemed ancient and raw, but it wasn't time to dwell in such subjects now. Maybe he could try to identify it later. "Glad to see my offer interested you!", he smiled, assured that his ward would protect him from any harm.
But he didn't had much time to waste. The visitors left his tower without causing many troubles, however the ward had lost much of it's power. Mostly due to the overly aggressive manners of it's visitors. Except for that Ogre. Tugrok had an unsettling aura around him. Different from most ogres, he showed something that could even pass as compassion to someone who never saw an ogre before. Sure thing, Tugrok was an idiot, but he seemed to have some aspects of a holy man. He even sensed some magical power surrounding the ogre. This gave him an idea. In the best case, he'd have a much more powerful minion doing his bidding. In the worst case, he'd have a hilarious story to tell the next time he ventured into a tavern.
Leaving the ward to be worked uppon the next day, he quickly went upstairs to pick an old book. It's cover was extremely dusty and it's pages partially eaten by a mices. On it's brown leatherty cover, letters were burned in forming it's title in a rude caligraphy "God evokation in combat situations". A smile covered Yashar's face. No matter the result, it would be hilarious. He needed a good laugh lately.
He spent the rest of the night preparing the tomes with the God Evoking ritual and a few basic spells. Holy Smite, Ressurect and Turn Evil. The spells were the simplest he could gather from the book, if the ogre managed to complete the ritual, he would surely be able to use those spells rather easily. Yashar finished the tomes and went to his bed.
The next morning came. Yashar felt as if he didn't had any sleep at all, waking up just as tired as he was when he went to sleep. He prepared a few of his morning rituals and quickly went down to work on the ward on his front door. For what he had seen on his crystal ball, the visitor that Devon's energy had found was extremely violent. It was better to prepare something that wouldn't cause physical damage to him.
In the matter of a few hours, a new ward was placed properly. It covered the entire tower and it would immobilize anyone who tried to cause damage to another being. Even Yashar could be restrained by this ward, but it was the price he had to pay for his safety. He was barely finished with the ward when he heard a massive amount of profanities shouted from outside his door. There were no doubt his guest had arrived.
Opening the door, he could see a giant skeleton of a man. He was surely surrounded by some kind of magic, although the mage couldn't identify which type. It seemed ancient and raw, but it wasn't time to dwell in such subjects now. Maybe he could try to identify it later. "Glad to see my offer interested you!", he smiled, assured that his ward would protect him from any harm.