Omni5876

To Claim a Starting World

my bad, for some reason i thought that @LadyRunic was next. I try to get something up to work with.

Broken Skies

Tobi gulped to hydrate his troath that had gotten suddenly dry. His mind did indeed race with questions. Questions so fleeting and hard to pin down that the young mage felt he was trying to corral cats. He gulped a second time and asked in the best voice he could muster. “Um, Mr. Knight Captain Lord sir…” He stumble through his words.

He silently cursed himself. He had seen his father deal plenty of times with those of higher birth but he was never one to which florid and appropriate language came easy. Still, despite rank and birth there was a single point of similarity between the young mage and the silver haired hero.

Both men served as warriors in the armies that defended Belisio. They both had shed blood, lost friends, and fought to protect those they loved. Steeled by this knowledge and feeling a bit more on even ground with Tyrhallan the young man continued. “I have never met the king. However, it seemed to me that he was not himself. His words were meant to inspire us but do you think his speech was also a call for help?”

Tobi was cursed with a mind that was not suited to his lower middle class station. He was an abstract thinker that needed to be satiated with answers to questions most found disturbing, annoying, or horrifying. The only one who seemed to be able to overlook this flaw and actually pour back into that hungry vortex that was the mind of the young mage.

Curiosity more than actual brightness drove the young man to question. Instinct rather than insight caused him to see thing most did not. Indeed, he was praised as a scout and after mission analyst. He had assisted in developing procedures and tactics that had saved many lives and resources. The only reason why he had not been recruited to the intel corps was because his mouth had no filter or lock. He loved to chat and once the flood gates were open, it was extremely hard to close them.

“It is well known that despite not knowing the actual size of the Viemese army, Belisio may be hard pressed to actually stand toe to toe with them by numbers alone. I do feel that we have better skilled warriors, but those bastards have been wanting to beat our ass since their king got owned.” As he talked, his speech turned more to how he would talk to the junior members of the squad not a high-ranking military officer.

He walked next to the Knight Captain and continued his barrage of monologue as his body grabbed a serving plate, looked for this mythical salmon but had no idea what to look for. So instead, he grabbed what he thought would be good to eat.

“The king knows that if the wolf came knocking at our door that the fight would be a hard one but he also knows that even if we had our guts hanging out we would hold the shit in with one hand and ram a sword up their ass with the other.” His plate was starting to pile high with victiles. The squad members seldom ate as good, often field rations or whatever was left over from the officer’s own food.

“But tell me truthfully Cap, do you think that we are in trouble? IF so, then how best can we make those sons of bitches regret they came knocking at our door?”

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Arn shook his head as he quietly disagreed with her self blame. Eilis was a tender heart who felt that any wrong done in the world even remotely related to her was a burden she had to bear. The senior mage knew firsthand the place that road of self-depreciation led. However, he would not force his believes upon her. In time she would come to understand that the actions of others have consequences that should be shouldered by those who made the decision.

Instead, he said in a calm voice that offered comfort but was not condescending. “Your mother would have been no safer if you had stayed. If these people who are seeking you could take her life so easily, they would have done it either way. The fact that they had to resort to that forbidden spell is proof that she would not willingly give you away.” He kept on stroking her hair.

"Why are you so good to me? I am a refugee...an enemy..."

Arn stopped mid stroke. A look of confusion in his face. He opened his mouth to give an answer and then stopped and promptly shut his mouth to keep it from gapping open. His usually sharp and active mind spun its proverbial wheels trying to answer her question. So he did the only thing he could think of doing, he said the truth.

“To be painfully honest Eilis…” saying her name brought a sudden electrifying shudder to his warm body. He resumed his stroking as he pensively answered, more to himself than her. “..I am not too sure. You see, I have never been close to someone other than my mother. Yet even before I woke up, I saw you. I was not sure if I dreamt but I saw you. You were a glowing body in a sea of darkness. You felt small, scared, and alone. I believe at first, I thought I was looking at my mother. Then I thought it might have been an astral representation of myself.”

He cleared his throat nervously. His sudden rush of sharing his feelings made him feel defenseless and he did not like it. He also felt that he could be so with her. “I felt drawn to you. I felt like you and I were connected by ties not of blood or kin. I feel like I am meant to protect you. I don’t know why but I feel that I my purpose was to protect you.”

He shifted his body so that he could hold her by the shoulders and stare into her eyes. Even now, he could see that the Dark Sight was starting to fade. The glossy look of the eyes was starting to receded. She would soon be able to see blurry. This alone brough questions to his inquisitive mind and he marveled at her quick recovery.

Eilis must really be someone special to have drawn him so. He had forgotten all his own rules about getting involved with someone. He had opened up in a manner that made him feel like he would lose himself. He had changed so drastically that he was a stranger even to him. So, he echoed her question and the answer was a simple one that he gave her.

“I feel connected to you. Drawn to you…One with you.” As he did so, he pushed into the Aether trying to hold her essence as he held her body. Suddenly, he crashed into a force, a barrier of ice-cold feeling that made him gasp.

The battlemage had felt pain plenty of times before, some had even made him wish for death, but this pain tore into his very soul. He did not know if it was due to the connection that had started to grow between him an Eilis but any separation from her seemed to be painful.

This made him frown and look down at the now shivering form of his self-appointed protegee. A question formed in his mind and he hesitated to ask. However, he felt it was necessary. In an apologetic tone he mustered enough courage to ask. “Eilis, could you tell me about your magical tattoos?”

To Claim a Starting World

Arn studied the wolf creature. His eyes made a reconnaissance trail from the top of the pelted head down to the creature’s wounded legs. Nothing made sense. It was as if the creature before him had been pieced together haphazardly from parts of humans and wolves that had been left over. The creature was neither human or animal. This made his approach that much more difficult. After all, if it could not understand human language then it would be hard to communicate with it. If it was not like an animal, then human thinking might get in the way of instinct that most animals had to detect threats.

The hunter evaluated the situation. He could see that the blood loss was weakening the creature. The creature knew it too. Most animals would try to remain threatening if surrounded who the perceived as predators or carrion eaters. Like a carrion eater, the human pair could wait until the creature loss consciousness. However, this plan could be dangerous to the creature as it may never wake up again.

Arn kept his low silhouette and backed away slowly until he was within ear shot of Gwendoly. He spoke loud enough of the young girl to hear but his tone was calm and relaxed. The creature might not understand them but the tone used could still cause alarm. “What would you like to do healer? I have never seen such a creature in my days.” He kept his eyes on the creature, the bow and arrowed lowered but still at the ready.

“It looks hurt. If we try to catch it, it might hurt more or hurt us. If we wait, it might die.” He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. “Could you help it? Or will I need to ease its pain?” He slightly moved his bow and arrow meaningfully.

The hunter could not bear to have an animal suffer. Putting a creature down would actually be humane. However, its human appearance might affect the view of the young girl. It is not very common or acceptable to do the same to a human.

Arn waited for the answer. It was not fair of him to place the burden of decision on the young lady but he felt like he could not take the decision himself. In a way, he was showing that he valued her judgment. Also, it was sort of a punishment too. He had asked her not to come. Now that she was here, she would have to share in the consequences of their decisions.

Broken Skies

Arn’s eyes narrowed in concern as he noticed and felt the change in Eilis. A wall seemed to start building up between them. He could still feel her but she was more of an echo than an actual presence. His narrowed eyes morphed into that of anger as he came to understand what she meant.

It was entirely possible that some basics and historical literature about magic was shared between the two opposing kingdoms. After all, the life force of Gaia was the one thing that connected them all. No matter your believes as to the spiritual or scientific use of this connection, the fact that one existed was not in dispute.

He had read something of the sort many years ago. These practices were of course banned and carried with them some heavy penalties. Arn himself had been questioned as to his reading of the books. After a few weeks of being under surveillance, the monitors had felt he had only read the restricted book as a references.

However, the mechanics of the spell that Eilis suggested was not lost to him. If they were all connected to Gaia then those of the same blood or those with strong emotional ties to each other would have an even stronger connection. The mage understood her distress. As knowledgeable as she was with magic, there could have only been one way for the trace to be completed.

Arn moved closer to her and placed a protective hand on her shoulders. His head was comforting and energetic. Inside him, there was a maelstrom of feelings. He wanted to comfort her but he also wanted to burn those who had made her feel so.

His voice was calm but it rang with a truthfulness that could not be mistaken. “I am sorry for your loss. However, it is not your fault. We were given this life and weather you believe in pre destiny or if you believe it your own, there are choices that are not left up to us.”

He stroked her hair fondly. “The ones who have traced you may feel that they have you cornered and that there is nowhere for you to run.” His voice took a dangerous turn almost murderous. “However, you are not alone. Those who come for you instead come to their deaths”.

The fire in his eyes made those same eyes flare. He was not sure how or why but using the Aether, he started to push against the walls that the young girl had began to set up. She would have no need of walls, when he reached her, she would be protected and warmed by a sphear of flame that would turn to ash any who came near.

Tobi almost giggled at the scene being played out before him. The silver haired knight was a good foot or so taller than the rounder Evander. This in itself made the confrontation comedic, as if a stubborn child was arguing with a parent. Second, despite the pretense of outrage, the Mage Captain’s eyes would flicker with contained fear. Indeed, even Tobi shuddered once or twice at the restrained power of Tyrhallan.

The young mage committed everything to memory. Such a story would no doubt get more glorious and exaggerated when told in the barracks. Tobi was well liked by the others because he always seemed to be in the right place at the right time. He already had gold with Arn and Eilis but this confrontation, was the golden egg of stories.

The back and forth was quite entertaining when suddenly Tobi all but managed to suppress a gasp as the Knight Captain requested the transfer of Arn. The young mage turned to the Lord Knight. Studying the man and wondering why. It was true that his senior was an asset in battle. His prowess was known through out the kingdom. Hell, there was even a secret shrine to him in the Cauldron that no teacher knew about. Those of lower birth regarded him almost as an emissary.

Was this request something more than just tactically focused? Did the Knight Captain mean to utilize Arn in a political way? It was well known that the Master Mage had been offered a position on the capital and had rejected it. The hellspawn was already a conundrum and many knew that he was hard to tame.

Tobi turned his attention back to Evander. The mage swallowed visibly. He was presented with a horrible decision. On the one hand, he could get rid to the direct opposition to his power. But that would mean that what little control he had over the men would all but disappear. However, if he did not turn Arn over, then Tyrhallan would force the matter via a duel and upon Evander’s death, still request for the transfer. While Evander had been given the rank of master and he could indeed be proficient with magic, he was not in the same league as the Knight Captain.

Frustration and anger could be clearly seen in the other man’s face as he came to the safest conclusion for his personal well being.

"Fine. FINE. You can have the man. You can deal with his insubordination and his blatant refusal to listen to command." He complained. "But I am 'warning you' Venray...if you take away my men from me again it will be my honour that will be insulted and you will pay for that then."

Tobi straigthend himself up as the Mage Captain addressed him with bile all but dripping from his every word. The young mage saluted smartly emulating a completely submissive and professional soldier. Evander stared at the young man with dark eyes and turned so quickly that the fancy black robes twirled dangerously around the man’s ankles.

Yet despite the young mage’s prayer, the Master Mage did not fall. Tobi turned to Tyrhallan and nodded his agreement that at least the other man was still alive. He followed the Knight Captain. The young mage’s mind raced with the probable reaction the news would have on the squad. They all saw Arn as a sort of good luck charm.

Sudenly Tobi wondered how Arn himself would react to the news. He cast a sideways glance towards the silver haired knight. Had Tryhallan asked his senior if he also wanted to change commands? Arn was notorious for hating being told what to do. He shrugged to himself. It was not up to him. Though, he hoped to be there when the news were delivered.

He stopped short as a crowd seemed to have been gathering into the galley. He wondered how good those damn fish where that it drew such a crowd. However, soon all fell silent as the recognizable voice of the King of Belisio rang over the speakers. A collective holding of breath ensued.

Tobi listened with growing awe and as the king finished speaking he turned up his young face to Tyrhallan as if seeking answers.

Broken Skies

Tobi swallowed nervously. His guild laden mind telling him that Tyrhallan was aware of his deception. He was sure that the knight was able to smell the truth like some sort of righteous canine.

An awkward smile appeared on Tobi’s face as the Knight Captain warned him of withholding information. He was sure that the man was honorable enough that he would not take any action against Arn but his loyalty to the senior mage prevented him from fully trusting the knight no matter how sincere his words were.

The silver haired knight was correct in stating the he was the exception to the attitudes of nobles. Tobi had yet to meet one that was interested in the protection and well being of those they ruled over. The young mage knew first hand. His father had been a successful tailor. Even catering to those of higher standing. As a young child the young mage had trained with his father and accompanied him to several rich house holds along with an older sister, Lidia.

She was a pretty little thing. Black haired with big almond shaped grey eyes and rosy lips that always displayed a smile. She was plain but it had been enough to catch the greedy eye of a noble. The man, Count Ernest, had tried to make advances on her. She had fought him off and as a result had pushed the man down some stairs. The count had not died but the offense would be enough to send his father to prison.

To prevent this Tobi had taken the blame. At 15 years old, he had been sent to prison but had the luck of having magic aptitude and was later sent to the Cauldron to study. He had not seen his family in years and he was sure they believed he was dead.

Sadness spread across the young mage’s face remembering and wishing he could trust Tyrhallan. He actually hoped that the lord was the beginning of a new generation of nobles that cared for their subjects.

As if to counter his willful ideas, the very personification of entrenched belief systems came hollering down the hall way. Many turned their heads and stepped out of the way as the black robed figure of the Shooting Stars captain huffed into view. The man was dressed in satin with gold embellishments. A gold insignia at his breast, marking him as the Captain of the Shooting Stars, sparkled importantly. No doubt, some poor novice had polished his hands raw trying to make the device gleam so.

Tyrhallan rose in the young man’s perception as he stood up to the vain Mage Captain. Evander was not as tall as the Knight Captain and had the added insult of having to look up at the silver haired warrior. Unlike the knight, Evander had short brownish hair that was slicked back. A hawk nose and ugly sunken eyes. He looked more like a black crow and in contrast, Tyrhallan looked like a majestic eagle.

Tobi allowed the pair to duke it out. Had he been able he would have sat down, propped his legs up and placed his hands behind his head to watch the show. It was rare to see the Shooting Star’s captain be put in his place. That is why he enjoyed so very much to be the messenger when he had to notify him of Arn’s rebellious actions. He felt that enduring getting books and other things thrown at him was worth the price to see the Lord Mage loose his shit.

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Arn was lost in thoughts ranging from how to get stronger faster, to the implications of the power that Eilis might possess that she would fear being used. He patted her head when she thanked him. He felt he had done nothing to earn that.

Indeed, there were few times he felt as powerless as now. Despite all his training and all his skills, he felt inadequate to protect her. He would have to come to Tyrhallan sooner or later. That would be a very awkward and hard conversation to have.

He felt her relax in his embrace and he closed his own eyes. His body complained about his wounds but he ignored it. He was steadying his own breathing when all of a sudden a cold stab that sent radiating painful pain through his body suddenly brought the peaceful scene to a stop.

Arn had never felt such pain. It was all he could to do stop himself from screaming. His eyes flung open and he looked around for the danger. He looked down at Eilis in desperate concern. He noticed the look in her face and his own concern increased. The pain vanishing but his body was still feeling the effects as nerves slowly relaxed after being exposed to that.

“What has happened?” the concern in his voice was palpable. He reached for her when the young lady laid down as if expecting to die. “I am here Eilis…I am here.” His professional tone was all but gone. He spoke to her as one does a sister, a daughter, or something else.

“I am not sure what that was. But I felt something.. If any one has hurt you…” He broke off. Rage started to bubble up in his stomach. His own hands clenched began to coat with fiery tongues. He calmed himself down. “I have promised you. I will stand by your side.” He placed a hand on her back as she lay in the fetal position. He concentrated and let the warmth fo the magic communicate his feelings and his conviction. “I you are no longer alone.”

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Fer’s eyes narrowed. Apparently the emissaries were keeping eyes on more than just the heroes. He wondered what sort of play was going behind closed doors. He already felt uncomfortable knowing that he may be indirectly be used as a tool to further someone’s cause. Often, if the tools is kept in the dark then the person using the tool was not of honorable persuasion.

The mention of the Zeltoblian hero spiked his interest. If there was a personage important or powerful enough to be placed in the same category as them, he felt he should know more about them. He filed the reference to ask Auriel. He figured he could ask Marcino but the man had quickly changed the subject. This spiked the young hero’s interest even more. Was there a man that the gruff veteran actually looked up to?

Fer nodded as Marcino surprised them by taking the job free of charge. The hero had resigned himself to pay what was necessary. After all, amasing fortune would be useless if his ultimate goal was to return to his own world at the end of the waves or his time here.

When Cole mentioned he did not know where their angel winged companion had gone Fer offered as a way of explanation. “She went to the Cathedral and library to check on the Dragon Glass and try to find some information about the old powers or skills of the old heroes.” The young man shrugged. “I had asked her to see if she could dig up some information. I want to be of better use. However, so far, I have only been able to morph my shield and gained a small orange one from feeding my gem those balloon monsters we fought the other day.”

He seconded Cole’s mention of being ready. “If we can pick up Auriel on the way, I am ready to go too.”

Broken Skies

Tobi had that mischievous grin on his face as he exited the room. He enjoyed teasing Arn as the senior mage tended to have a blank stoic look most of the time. The time that he had been able to get a rise out of him had been few and far between. However, in just the past couple of hours since the awakening of the young girl, Arn had demonstrated everything from anger, to shame, to something that might have looked like caring.



His smile widened as he imagined all the opportunities and situations that he could exploit to see even more reactions of the once cool and collected battle mage. His steps became bouncy at his private joy of future mischief when Tyrhallan’s voice rang out behind him. The young mage stopped mid step and hunched his shoulders as if expecting a strike. He even worried for a second that someone had managed to discern what he was thinking of doing to his superior. He gulped and turned slowly to see Knight Captain approaching.



Tobi’s distress became even more pronounced in his face as the imposing figure of the knight got closer to him. He knew that Arn was severe but he had heard the stories that knights could take offense easily and the only way to correct that offense was by ritual combat which was often deadly. These of course were myths circulated by young minds but to the young mage they were all but factual. He gulped again and then managed a weak “Yeeees s sir?”



When Tyrhallan spoke and insinuated as to the reason for stopping Tobi, the young mage’s eyes grew wider. He had been found out! He was probably going to face a court martial, maybe even getting flogged or worse they would send him to work in the mines never seeing the light of day again.



The young man gulped a third time and was ready to confess his sins and ask for forginvess when the actual issue came up. He sighed evidentily and then his complexion changed to a reluctant resolve. He remembered Arn’s silent warning and order. No matter the consequence, even if it was any he had previously envisioned when he thought he was in trouble for insubordination, he would endure it to uphold his senior’s order.



He took a stedying breath and spoke in a clear voice. “Knight Captain, I am afraid I do not know much. From what I know, she is a refugee that was in one of the ships being chased. She must have been badly injured because she was passed out when Master Mage Arn finally awoke. She was evaluated by a medic when she woke up and was deemed needing bed rest but he said nothing else.” He stopped here and appraised Tyrhallan to see if the other found any fault or error in what the young man said. At the same time, he was wondering how he would answer the question regarding their involvement. So he answered in the way he thought would lead to the least amount of questioning.



“In regards to Master Mage Arn’s behavior. No. It is not normal. He is often professional and even though many a young and good looking mage has tried to win his favor, none had succeeded.” A slight smirk crossed the young man’s face in a flash. “I left the room to give them privacy. If indeed Master Mage Arn has been fallen under the lady’s spell, then I did not want to be a third wheel” He cleared his throat to mask a chuckle that was threatening to break his professional acting. “So Knight Captain. I am afraid I do not know much of what was said or done in that room.”



At the mention of another mage a pensive look formed in Tobi’s face. “Every mage is listed by Squad and you being a tactical commander should have access to the reports. If you knew the name that would help. I know for a fact none of the Shooting Stars where mobilized for his operation and I think only one or two squads were on alert but not actually engaged. I do believe however that there were some mercenary mages that were attached to the actual vanguard ships.” The young mage shrugged. “I can try to ask around for you but we were not there when the young lady was brought in.” He added respectfully. “I am Adept Mage Thobias son of Thomas Tailor. My squad is the Shooting Stars as I am sure you know. I am at your service if you require any further assistance” Then thinking quickly about it he added “Although, I am sure you would have to route a formal request via Captain Evander Alessan if you required me for more than just questions.”



Tobi knew that the Shooting Star Captain would shit bricks if he just went away with the Knight Captain like Arn had. Evander barely had control of the Shooting Stars as it was. Any further disregard for his command would probably result in serious consequences for somebody. The young mage was not eager for that somebody to be him.



Arn received the small shivering figure of the young lady. His arms wrapped around her protectively. The motion surprised him greatly even as his body moved naturally to show a sensitivity that he did not know he possessed. Not since his mother, had the senior mage had any sort of physical or emotional contact with anybody. He had gratefully assumed a detached and stoic attitude that rubbed many the wrong way. Many female mages had tried to have him turn their way both as a challenge to be the one who managed to seduce such a well-known figure and also a few who truly had been enamored with the unattainable battle mage.



Even as he questioned his own actions, Arn rested his chin on the top of the young girl’s head. His body in reaction to her closeness and her shivering, unconsciously radiated a warmth that was soothing. He took a mental note of this reaction for future assessment in a theory he had started to formulate. In the mean time, his mind worked on another problem. Eilis had a fear of being used as a weapon. Considering himself a weapon, Arn knew that weapons were only worthy if they were strong and devastating.



The senior mage had mixed emotions regarding wanting to see Eilis at her full potential as any studious person who is trying to understand magic might be and his assumption that as powerful as he already assumes her to be, she might not be the strongest. Her mere presence amongst them could be dangerous to all of them. He rubbed her arm reassuringly as he spoke into the future. “I will not let you be taken.” His words were calm but assertive. He had spoke with all his heart and he made a promise to himself just as he had given her. He needed to become stronger to hold back whatever tide was to befall on them. The dark clouds of battle were starting to gather. Only the strong would survive the tempest.

Broken Skies

My candidates for days of the week.
Primdas
Secudas
Treadas
Quadras
Quindas
Hexdas
septdas

regarding the Mage ranks I would like Initiate and Novice to be junior rank. Apprentice and Adept the mid ranks aka supervisors sergeants etc and the Masters to be the leaders. Hence why its so strange for Arn to still be in the Shooting stars vice having his own command.

I kinda like the number of the heroes to be 11. That means that 10 are the support(which by the way the heroes could be named Pillars) and the King was the focus.

I know it has been done yet but I second @deia876lat plot of having their small group be the beginning of a rebellion. this would kinda allow them to move outside of pre existent chains of command.

Finally, I will try to flesh out Tobi and perhaps go a bit more in depth of the Shooting Stars.

Broken Skies

Arn understood Leo’s sentiment. His was not due to a thirst for battle but at feeling useless. He was a weapon that would be left at home and not even have the privilege of seeing the battle. Many of his junior mages would participate, who knows how many would die.

He pursed his lips knowing full well that their Captain, a mage called Evander Alessan, would try to seek glory at the expense of the lives of his men. The only qualification the man held was being of noble birth. The man hated Arn because though not being openly rebellious, the senior mage was basically untouchable being short of a war hero.

He had been punished many times by serving extra time cleaning the barracks etc. but nothing that would seriously affect Arn. Indeed, many of the junior mages felt it was Arn who was truly the leader in the Shooting Stars. They would often follow his direction in battle and looked to Tobi as a sort of older brother.

The apprentice mage of course did not dissuade this sort of thinking riding on the coat tails of Arn. Yet none, not even Arn, could reject the fact that many of the young men were still alive due to his experience in battle and his ability to make decisions that were practical and not the book version tactics of Evander.

The battlemage’s eyes shifted to Tobi. While he held not sort of deep connection with the lad he still felt responsible for him. The young man caught a glance of the other’s gaze and nodded understanding. The younger man knew that Arn was entrusting the squad to him. In the heat of battle when all the fancy plans that Evander came up with would shatter on first impact, it would be the quick thinking of the lad that would save as many as possible.

As if taking his cue from Leo, Tobi gave a smart ass salute to Arn “Well, if this is to be my last meal, I guess radioative fish sounds just as good as any.” He gave the senior mage a smirk. “Besides, I think you are in better company that I could provide huh boss?” The irreverent little guy turned and left ignoring a pircing glace from his senior.

Arn turned to Eilis as she pulled his robe but before he could answer her question, Tyrhallan answered for him. It surprised the battlemage that she did not know. However, from what he had gathered her education probably centered on magical literature and anything that could enhance her gift. He wondered if such one track minded education was true of all the Viemese military. If that was the case, then they face fanatics who had been breed to believe in their own superiority and cuse. This made them extremely dangerous.

The senior mage nodded at Tyrhallan’s request/order. Arn still felt bad about not being completely honest with a man who had been nothing but open with him but still his word was a bond he could not break. He turned to Eilis. “That was the Knight Captain I was talking to you about. I hope that you can come to trust him and reveal your secret to him. He would be a great ally to have.”

Arn sighed as he sat back down. “Although if what he said was true, the future is riding on this upcoming battle”

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

sorry for the delay, hope that makes up for it some. I will try to be much more active.