The Wandering Inn

Wistram Days (Pt. 5)

Of the many wonders of the world, the isle of Wistram and the academy of mages which rests upon it is not, in fact, one of the greatest. It is not the oldest relic of the past, not by far. The tall, dark citadel of stone does not shine with the colors of a thousand glittering ores smelted into metal like the fabled Dwarf-built towers in Baleros.

And neither is Wistram associated with power, at least not more so than any other ancient structure. The Walled Cities of Izril speak of an era long past, when Drakes fought their distant ancestors from atop those battlements. It is not the oldest building made, nor the grandest, nor is it the most isolated.

And yet, for every young mage in the world, no other place could capture their hearts so. Wistram Academy represents the pinnacle of magic learning and ambition. To them, it is a long-pursued dream, and to spend just a moment in those fabled halls is what some will work towards their entire lives.

Which is why leaving is all the harder. The day after the yearly exams finished, the isle of Wistram saw a slight increase in the number of seafaring vessels docking in its stone harbor. Experienced [Captains] chartered from around the world made their way to Wistram to pick up the failed students. Of the hundreds who had come, as usual, less than a tenth had passed.

The students departed silently, some weeping, others too disappointed for words. They stared at Wistram as the ships took them out of the calm bubble around the isle. As the winds and rain descended, the gray spires of Wistrams citadel would be the last thing they saw.

That is what those who had failed saw. For those who passed, their celebration was nearing its third consecutive day.

-

It has to be said that mages know how to party. Aside from being able to obtain delicacies and goods from around the world, the students at Wistram had developed quite a number of spells specifically designed to add to a party. Some were amusing, like a spell that disguised a drinks true nature until it had been imbibed. Others were simply dangerous, as in the case of one party which saw students play a game where they aimed spells at a moving target. Fifteen students were badly injured and one nearly died.

However, on the third day the partying had ceased to become an all-day affair, and life was returning to normal, although the nights entertainment was rumored to be better than last years. For now though, the newly accepted students stumbled into the banquet hall to eat before class. Some of them jumped in surprise when they heard the cheering from the older students, and several of them flushed red with embarrassment. They were full students of Wistram now.

Aw, look at them. Theyre so awkward. It reminds me of you two when you passed.

Calvaron laughed as he sat at his customary table with Beatrice, Ceria, and Pisces. The others glanced up as they noted the new students streaming into the hall. Beatrice stopped spooning porridge into her mouth and turned her head to look, and Ceria did likewise. Pisces was still engrossed in his book.

How many passed this year?

Thirty-four.

Beatrice answered this time. She frowned as a trio of peopleDrake, Human, and Lizardman passed by. They all had deathly pale bodies and they were clearly Selphids.

Lots of Selphids this year.

So? Dont glare, Beatrice. Youll scare them.

Calvaron grinned as Beatrice looked away. She turned her head to continue feeding herself, and Ceria nudged Pisces.

Hey. Get your head out of the spellbook and take a look.

What?

At last, Pisces blinked and looked up with a frown. He took in the new students being jeered, laughed at, and congratulated and blinked.

Oh, are the exams over? That was quick.

Yes, it was. Stop reading and eat with us.

Ceria yanked the worn spellbook out of Pisces hands. He protested, but gave in and pulled the cold plate of sausages and potatoes over towards him.

You interrupted me just as I thought I was getting towards a breakthrough. I was close to figuring out the [Invisibility] spell, Im sure of it!

Youve been saying that all month. One breaks not going to kill you so shut up and eat.

The half-Elf rolled her eyes as she levitated a tureen of gravy over while Pisces warmed his food up with a simple heat spell. In moments he was happily scarfing down his food.

Calvaron sighed and shook his head as he stared at the two second-year students sadly.

Its so sad.

Dont start, Calvaron.

No, no! I have to say this.

The Centaur pretended to be deeply troubled, sighing and clutching at his chest.

I cant bear to see it. How quickly you two become jaded it feels like just yesterday you two were eager students, so happy to be admitted to Wistram! Didnt you, Ceria, burst into tears at the table one year ago? And you, Pisces, I fondly recall you getting so drunk you thought you could cast the [Flight] spell and leaping off your balcony

He ducked as Ceria hurled one of Pisces sausages at him. Beatrice raised her head so she could glare at everyone.

Stop that. Behave.

Calvaron raised his hands and Ceria went back to her food. Pisces was busy eating. The four students were used to each others company after a year of studying together, and so in no time they were talking about the latest world news and gossiping over publicly available secrets. But Calvaron stopped and turned his head as someone new approached their table.

Um, excuse me. Do you mind if I sit with you?

Ceria paused as she reached for her goblet of milk, chewing a huge bite of sausage. She saw a young Human staring anxiously at her, a young woman to be exact, bright red hair hanging in a loose ponytail down the robes on her back.

Why certainly, miss. Have a seat, please!

Calvaron ushered the young woman to one of the padded chairs that went well with the low table. He waggled his fingers at Ceria and she shoved Pisces plate over to make room, much to his displeasure.

Ceria, Im eating

Pisces looked up and took in the new arrival. He coughed, and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Ah, excuse me. Who is this?

My name is Montressa du Valeross. Im a first-year student here.

The young woman bowed her head slightly, practically radiating nervousness. She seemed intimidated by the older students, especially Beatrice, who was regarding her with her usual calm. Ceria found that amusing, and noted the slight smile on Calvarons face.

Please, sit, Montressa. Are you here for me, or something else? Im afraid I dont have that many secrets to buy at the moment, but if youre looking to sell a few

Secrets? OhI mean, no. Id just like to sit and talk and

Montressa stumbled over her words. Calvaron just laughed though, and with his usual charm broke through her awkwardness.

Oh, just talk is it? Well, Im good at talking. Youre one of the students who just passed the exam? Congratulations! Dont let my dour companions put you offBeatrice stares at everyone, Cerias always grumpy and Pisces doesnt see anything when hes eating.

He winced as a napkin, sausage, and pinch of salt bounced off his chest. Montressa laughed, covered her mouth, and thus became part of the table.

So, why are you here Montressa?

Calvaron asked that after the young woman had begun eating the food shed brought. Ceria saw her pause as she lifted a forkful of buttered peas to her mouth. Montressa put her fork down and glanced at Ceria and Pisces before replying.

Well, Im ah, new here. And I was just accepted to Wistram, but I actually didnt take the exams. I got in late you see; Ive only been studying for a week now.

Ceria saw Pisces eyebrows rise and she blinked in astonishment herself. But Calvaron only nodded as if it were obvious.

Your family paid the full fees for this year? Well, no wonder Wistram accepted you.

Montressa blushed.

I wanted to take the exam, but I wouldnt have passed and I missed the first ship you see

Dont worry about it. A students a student. Its just your good fortune you could afford to pay your way in.

Ceria frowned.

Du Valeross? Oh, youre one of the Terandrian nobility, arent you? You wouldnt happen to know Timor du Havrington, would you?

Me? No. I mean, I know of his family, but I havent talked to any of them.

Good. Otherwise wed have to kick you out of the table.

Calvaron smiled to allay the girls sudden panic.

Dont worry. Its nothing youve done. Its just that Ceria and Pisces here dont get along with Timor du Havrington or his friends. Id suggest you stay away from him as well. Hes a bad egg, you know. And let me tell you, theres nothing like a bad egg to spoil an omelette.

Montressa nodded seriously, and Ceria had to pinch herself hard not to burst out laughing. She saw the same humor in Pisces and Beatrices eyes; Montressa was so earnest she was taking Calvaron seriously.

They kept eating. Montressa explained that she was an aspiring mageshed been tutored since she was young, but to really start her education shed been sent to Wistram by her family.

My parents are of the lesser Terandrian nobility. They want me to become a great mage and apparently I have the aptitude, so they made a gift to Wistram for my enrollment.

And no doubt youve been approached by all the factions already. I hope you didnt commit.

The young woman nodded nervously.

I was told to avoid making promises. And Im just learning my way around here stillI only found out about secrets yesterday. I dont want to take sides, just study.

Good luck.

Pisces sighed, and Ceria made a face. She was still independent after a year, as was he. But pressure on them was mounting too.

So youre a new, keen student. That makes sense, but I have to ask, why sit with us? Were happy to have you, but you seem to have approached us for a reason.

Montressa fiddled with her fork.

I um, heard you all were really good mages. I didnt study with the other students for the first month, so Im really behindI was hoping I could ask one of you to tutor me. I could pay, but I dont have that much coin on me and I dont have any secrets, so

The older students fell silent. Calvaron stroked his chin as he glanced at Beatrice. She smiled slightly and nodded a bitCeria shrugged and poked Pisces. He was busy eating and didnt notice.

Well, Pisces here is probably the best for that.

Pisces looked up.

Me?

Yes, you. Why dont you help young Montressa with her studies?

The young man swept a hand through his messy hair, looking distracted.

Well, I am studying my [Invisibility] spell at the moment. It would be a time commitment but Ihm. I dont think Id fall behind in my own classes

Ill pay you. Four small secrets for helping, how about that?

Montressa opened her mouth to protest as Pisces sat up and nodded. Calvaron waggled a finger at her.

Ah, ah. Dont object. Youre new and I have a soft spot for new students. After all

He clutched at his chest as Ceria rolled her eyes and smiled.

Youre only young once. Besides, Pisces really is the best mage in Wistram to help you.

Really?

Oh yes. Dont you know who youre sitting across from? Pisceswipe your mouth, Piscesis a hero, nay, legend among his fellow students.

Montressas mouth fell open as Ceria tried desperately not to burst out laughing. Calvaron continued, eyes twinkling.

Do you know he finished his first-year exams by killing a Troll? He was passed unanimously by all the mages. He actually got money from Wistram to stay, if you can believe that. A natural genius; hes the best second-year student at dueling, and debate and hes one of only six students to have passed the Ice Demons class last year.

Ice Demon? I heard the class last year was hard, but the teacher for this year is nice. Who is the Ice Demon? Is she actually a demon? From Rhir?

Close, but even those demons would probably run from Illphres. You might know her as the grumpy Human who never smiles at anyone. She specializes in ice magicshe had to teach a class in combat magic last year, but it was so grueling that everyone who managed to take it dropped out. Only six students passed. Two of them are sitting at this table.

Pisces straightened up importantly, and Ceria waved a hand. Montressa turned huge eyes to her. It was too much. Ceria stood up, balancing her dishes on top of one another.

Ive got to go. Dont tell Montressa too many lies, Calvaron.

He looked offended.

Lies? Not at all. I may exaggerate the truth, but believe me, Miss Montressa, every word I say is absolutely true. Good luck, Ceria!

She waved at him as she left the table. Pisces was still eating and he waggled his fingers at her. Ceria left, striding purposefully out of the banquet hall.

The Ice Demon? Is that what people were calling Illphres nowadays? Ceria supposed the nickname had started last year when she was teaching. It wasnt entirely undeserved.

Balancing on poles while firing magic at oncoming targets, learning to cast while in pain or under stress, aiming at targets that were invisible in the days after Ceria had won the right to take Illphres class, shed sometimes wished shed failed the exam altogether. Although shed traded the knowledge of how to pass Illphres test to Calvaron for a good priceas payment for him helping her get the salt in the first placealmost all of the students who took Illphres class still dropped out.

The woman was vindictive, mean, uncaring, and frankly, rude. Shed made each student melt the ice with the salt by themselves while she watched, which eliminated over half who simply gave up from sheer exhaustion. And yet, Ceria had leveled up more from her tutelage than anyone elses.

That was why Ceria stopped in front of the door that was lined with frost two floors up from the banquet hall and waited. She knew better than to knock; Illphres room was so cold that the door could tear the skin off of the palm of your hand. Nor did she try to get Illphres attention by shouting or calling out. If Illphres knew she was here, she probably wouldnt come out.

Ceria was fairly confident Illphres hadnt gone to breakfast yet, and sure enough, after only fifteen minutes or so of waiting, the door opened. The expressionless woman with dark hair paused when she saw Ceria. The half-Elf stared innocently back at her.

Good morning, Miss Illphres.

The woman just stared at her. Illphres sighed, and then walked out into the corridor. She moved past Ceria without a word, walking slowly and somewhat stiffly down the hallway. Students and some mages moved aside when they saw her, but Ceria just caught up to Illphres and began chatting naturally.

I gained a new class today.

Oh?

Illphres voice contained not a shred of interest. Ceria smiled cheerfully, forcing her mouth to move upwards.

Yeah, I gained the [Elementalist] class.

How interesting.

I think its a good start, dont you? Its better than being a general [Mage], at any rate.

An [Elementalist] is just a mage who cant commit to one specific element.

That stung and made the smile on Cerias face falter, but she didnt stop.

Wellits still a class change. And I owe it all to you.

Do you?

You taught me how to improve my magic. You helped me learn so much last year. And you know, I am a second-year student now.

So I understand.

And I dont have a master right now and I could really use some magical instruction

And?

She was going to make Ceria say it again. The half-Elf took a breath.

Teach me magic.

No.

You did it last year.

Because I had to.

I would really like you to be my master. Please?

No.

Can I change your mind?

No.

What if I got you breakfast?

No.

What would you like to eat today? Theyve got mashed potatoes and sausage, but theres also quite a good spread of greens today if you want

Go away.

If you taught me magic, Im sure I could help you out so much.

No.

Please?

No.

Pretty please?

No.

What if I

No.

-

Ceria didnt get Illphres to teach her magic that day. Or the next. Or the next. But every day she found herself standing outside of Illphres door, and every day the ice mage looked more and more annoyed to find Ceria standing there. But she never wavered, and Ceria never gave up trying to persuade her, much to the amusement of her friends.

Its not exactly uncommon, what Cerias doing. She needs a master, you see. Someone to teach her magic.

Calvaron explained to Montressa as the young woman sat with them and studied. Shed quickly become a part of their group and sat with them when the students ate or studiedusually in Calvarons room. She was earnest, enthusiastic, and, Ceria was happy to find, not at all bothered by other species. She treated Ceria exactly the same as Pisces, which was a refreshing change of pace.

Do all second-year students have to get a mage to teach them?

Montressa, or Mons as everyone had grown to call her, looked up from her spellbook as Pisces muttered to himself and frowned over his spellbook. Hed managed to figure out how to turn himself transparent, but that was a far cry from true [Invisibility].

Not at all.

Calvaron shook his head and sat up importantly. He gestured to Beatrice, who was sitting next to him and leaning against his lower half. They were sharing a blanket.

You see, older students like Beatrice and I, well, we have to have masters because its simply too hard to progress otherwise. Theres a limited number of spellbooks and besides, older mages can help us in so many ways.

But its hard. Masters dont always need apprentices.

Exactly, thank you Beatrice. Many mages dont want to have to teach younger mages, so we have to persuade them. Sometimes its with services we can provideI can get my master almost anything he needs thanks to my connections and Beatrice helps her master with his spells. But its all variable. Some mages like my master have multiple apprentices and teach them all, and others have only one like Beatrices.

And some dont want apprentices. Like Illphres.

But if she doesnt want one, then why

Ah, well, only Ceria could tell you why anyone would be crazy enough to want Illphres as a teacher.

Ceria raised her head from her spellbook and scowled at Calvaron.

I think shes an excellent mage, okay? And I want a master who knows actual combat magic. Illphres is the only mage I actually know, and I think I can convince her.

Calvaron winked at Mons.

Theres a running bet on. Fifty-to-one says Ceria doesnt manage it by the end of the year. But shes doing her best, and its been done before. Bothering the older mages constantly is a valid tactic.

So long as she doesnt freeze Cerias ears off.

She wouldnt do that, would she?

Ceria just shrugged.

She might. But I think she likes me.

-

The first month had passed in a blink of an eye, and the second was almost over as Ceria walked through the hallways of Wistram. She was looking for Pisces so they could get together and study after their class on enchantments. She passed by students and mages, nodding to some, smiling at others, wondering where Pisces had run off to.

This was Cerias life in her second year at Wistram. A lot had changed, but much had stayed the same. She still took classes, although they were harder, and she actively pestered Illphres every time she saw her. Being a second-year student only meant you studied more; a student was still a student and Ceria had already gotten used to classes and practicing spells day in and day out.

But one thing was different. Ceria found Pisces by following the excited voices. She heard a roar as she pushed her way through a crowd of students and saw Pisces, rapier in hand, pointing it at another young man who had both hands raised.

My victory, Ramon.

Pisces smiled at the third-year student. The other mage flushed bright red, but he reluctantly dropped the sword and wand in his hands.

That was unfair! I never saw

A victorys a victory. Pay up.

Pisces didnt lower his rapier until Ramon tore a pouch from his belt and hurled it at him. The bag slowed in midair and Pisces snagged it. He sheathed his rapier with a flourish as the crowd began to break up. Ramon stomped away towards another group of Humans who glared at Ceria as she approached.

Another duel? Dead gods, how many is that this week, Pisces? Six?

Eight, in fact. And you wont believe how much I won this time. Six gold pieces and ten silver.

Ceria whistled as she fell into step beside him. Pisces grinned widely as he added the coins to his bulging purse. He had come to this academy poor, but now he was rich in both coin and secrets.

They must have been very certain theyd beat you this time. What did that Ramon fellow have? A wand?

Pisces nodded.

A dancing sword enchantment on one of the daggers and he had a wand with a frost spell attuned to it. He must have thought he could corner me with his sword, but hes a poor fighter. It was a simple victory.

In that case, youre paying for drinks tonight. Come on, I want to go over what we learned in class. Lets go.

Pisces frowned as he stowed his money pouch at his side.

Where? A library? I told you I prefer solitude. Our room are back that way, if you recall.

Dont be stupid. Montressa invited us to her rooms, remember? And theyre a lot less messy than yours and far bigger than mine.

Oh. Of course.

It was now Ceria and Pisces custom to study with Montressa if Calvaron and Beatrice were busy. And the two older students often were. Aside from their more difficult classes, the two were officially an item now, which came as no surprise to anyone that knew them. Calvarons obvious affection for Beatrice made Ceria sick sometimes; not the affection itself mind, but the lavish compliments he heaped on her every second.

Pisces sniffed as he adjusted his robes. Ceria eyed him as she walked.

You need to wash your robes again, or learn a cleaning spell, Pisces. Dead gods, if you can learn [Invisibility] in one month youd think you could look up [Cleanse] or something!

He looked down at his robes with a frown.

I dont think theyre that dirty.

I can see stains all over them! Go buy some new onesIm sure Calvaron could find you some nice ones enchanted against messes.

I prefer to save my coin for more important things.

Like what?

Spellbooks, Springwalker, spellbooks. Even with what I can earn in duels, obtaining a new spellbook will be extremely expensive. I need to save all the secrets and coin I can. Why, a wand would set me back

Just dont be surprised if Montressa kicks you out of her room for being too messy.

She wouldnt do that, surely?

Pisces looked worried. Ceria paused.

No, I dont think she would. She likes you, I think.

Really?

He brightened. Ceria made a face at him.

You cant tell? Its pretty obvious. And dont tell me you havent seen Praemla making eyes at you in class.

Well, II might have seen, but you know

There was no accounting for taste. Pisces grew flustered as Ceria kept teasing him. He was fairly popular with the female sex it seemed, if only because he was a genius at magic. Ceria could only roll her eyes when someone brought Pisces up as a potential boyfriend. He was far too messy, distracted, and besides

She poked him in the back. Pisces yelped and glared.

What?

Theres rat dropping on your robes, Pisces! How have you not cleared those things out yet?

As a matter of fact, those are mice droppings, Ceria. I happened to run across a few briefly earlier this week.

Again? Do you seek out rodents in your spare time or something?

I

He faltered. Ceria glanced sharply at him.

This is what was different. In the time since they had become second-year students, Pisces had made a name for himself with his prowess in magic and dueling. He could beat students with several years on him thanks to his talent with a rapier. But he was also rich in secrets.

Very rich. In fact, Ceria sometimes wondered if Pisces had more secrets than Calvaron. It certainly seemed like Pisces knew everything sometimes. People could be whispering in the halls and hed somehow pick up on it.

Naturally, everyone suspected Pisces of mastering an advanced eavesdropping spell, but no one could tell when he was using it or which spell it was. More than once Ceria had seen other students casting [Detect Magic] to try and observe him using the spell, but so far theyand shehadnt been able to figure out how Pisces was doing it.

Something on your mind?

A bit.

He turned down a corridor and Ceria saw him whisper a standard ward against listening. He kept talking casually with her, as if nothing had happened.

You know, Ive been meaning to speak with you, Ceria. Theres something Id like to show you later.

Really? What?

A secret. A big one. Remember when we found the spellbook last year? Well

Pisces broke off and Ceria felt the ward around them vanish. He raised his voice and called out.

Mons! Ah, good. We were just coming to see you.

She hurried towards him, smiling widely, holding a stack of books in her arms. Ceria greeted Montressa and in a moment they were in her rooms.

Montressa had been given a large roomprobably because her family had bought her way into Wistram. Ceria and Pisces sat at a wonderful table inlaid with ivory while they chatted in between periods of study.

Did you go to Illphres again, Ceria? I cant believe you stand outside her door every day!

Its a habit. I think Im getting to hershes started waking up earlier to try and avoid me.

I dont see why she doesnt turn you to ice. Everyone says she has a temper. Shes so scary!

Like I said, she likes me. Anduh, I think she might get in trouble if she does it. I hear she did it once and got in a lot of trouble with the Council. So Improbablysafe.

How many days has it been, Springwalker? Fifty six?

Yup. And I told you, stop calling me Springwalker, Pisces.

He shrugged.

As you wish. However, I must inquire. Isnt there another mage with suitable qualifications that might serve as a master instead of Illphres?

There are. But they all already have apprentices or theyre like Illphres. I want a master who can teach me one-on-one, you know?

Pisces and Montressa nodded. He frowned, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the table.

I support your efforts, but it would be prudent to have a fallback plan. Illphres is

I know. If I cant persuade her by the end of the year Ill give up. Frankly, I hope I can get her to give in before that or passing the yearly tests is going to be tough.

Yearly tests? No one told me about yearly tests! I thought there were only the entrance exams for new students!

Montressa sat up, looking alarmed. Pisces chuckled and waved a hand.

You need not worry, Mons. You see, the yearly tests only apply to second-year students and beyond. And theyre not so much tests asqualification exams.

Thats a test, Pisces.

Ceria sighed and rubbed her head as she closed her spellbook. She tried to explain to Mons.

You see, at the end of the year all mages have to prove theyve learned something while studying at Wistram. It can be anything from a spell theyve learned to reciting something theyve studied or presenting something theyve madeits just to prove theyre worth keeping. Otherwise the mage might be forced to pay to stayit can be only a bit for food and lodging, or a lot if the mage is a lazy waste of space like Charles de Trevalier.

Oh, I see.

Ceria doesnt really need to worry that much, in truth, Mons. Second-year students dont get tested nearly as harshly as older students like Calvaron and Beatrice.

Thats rich, coming from the mage who mastered [Invisibility] in one month.

Ah, well, all the better to spy with you see?

Just so long as youre not caught peeping in any of the female students rooms, Pisces. Ive heard some of them have learned anti-invisibility spells already.

Pisces drew himself up indignantly.

I would never stoop to such behavior! If you want to accuse anyone of voyeurism, try Quesm. You dont think hes taking scrying classes for purely academic reasons, do you?

Both Mons and Ceria made noises of disgust. Talk turned back towards spellsthis time on wards to prevent scrying and who might be willing to put them up in their rooms. Ceria never did get to ask what Pisces was going to say in the hallway, but she sometimes wondered if he would tell her.

She thought he would, eventually.

-

There are more and more raids by pirates each week, it seems.

Ceria pursued Illphres down the corridor. The mage ignored her. Doggedly, Ceria continued, trying to keep up a monologue.

A lot of people think its the Drowned Mennot all of them obviously, but probably a few ships of them. Theyre hitting all the major sailing routes, and some of the ships going to and from Wistram. Some nations have offered Wistram a reward if we destroy the ships. What do you think about that?

Pay for magic. Thats common. So what?

WellI was thinking I might join in if the Council decides to send a hunting party. Thered probably be a lot of older students going, but it would be a good way to test my abilities in battle.

Illphres turned her head to stare at Ceria.

You? You wouldnt last five minutes against a group of raiders.

Not by myself, but Wistram would hire a group of mercenaries and send a bunch of combat-capable students. Pisces said he might go. Calvaron and Beatrice wouldnt, but it seems safe enough, dont you think?

Arrogance.

That was Illphres only comment. She walked out of the corridor and Ceria had to shade her eyes as she stepped out into the light. She found herself on a large walkway directly over the ocean.

This part of the citadel hung out over the calm seas. Ceria wondered why Illphres had come here. She stared down queasily into the water below. They were quite a ways out over the oceanmagic enabled the walkway to stretch far further than normal architectural engineering could allow.

Illphres stopped at the edge of the walkway. It had no guard rails, and so the mage could stare down straight into churning surf. She turned and passed a hand over her face. She was smirking a bit as Ceria halted a few steps back.

You arent going to follow me over here like always?

I uh, dont like heights that much.

I thought half-Elves all swung around on branches and lived in trees.

No, nowe dont do that.

Ceria cursed as her stomach roiled. Illphres was clearly enjoying herself. How had she found out Ceria was afraid of heights?

Looks like the secret I paid for is true. You hate heights.

Iits more that Im afraid of falling. Why did you come here?

Illphres gestured to the open air around Ceria. She stared hard at the half-Elf.

Four months youve followed me around. Its annoying and you wont stop.

Ceria swallowed hard.

No, no I wont. Look, I know you dont want an apprentice, but I need a master and yourewell, brilliant. Please, wont you teach me? I learned so much from you last year.

Illphres considered this. She passed a hand over her face and her smile was slight and mischievous this time.

I might. Thats why Im testing you today.

A test?

Cerias ears perked up. She was going to be tested? She took a deep breath, hope fluttering in her chest.

Im willing to do whatever I need to.

Really? Good. In that casejump.

Illphres said the word lightly as she pointed down to the ocean below. Cerias heart stopped.

Wait, what?

Jump. And Ill make you my apprentice.

For a few seconds Ceria stared at Illphres. The woman was smiling at her. Just smiling.

No. Hell no. Thats stupid.

Oh? I thought youd do anything.

Im not an idiot. Whod jump just because you said so?

Ceria glared at Illphres. The woman looked amused. She shrugged and walked past Ceria.

At least youre a bit intelligent. I wouldnt teach you if you did jump. Be careful not to slip.

Slip? What do you m

Ceria turned to walk after Illphres and her foot slipped on a patch of ice. It was practically frictionless, and as Ceria windmilled her arms desperately and stepped back to keep her balance, her other foot slipped on a second patch of ice.

Screaming, she fell off the walkway down towards the ocean below. It was a long, long drop.

-

Ceria, I really think you should stop. You did your best, but Illphres is never going to teach you.

That was what Calvaron said to her the next day as Ceria sat at their table, sneezing and shivering. Shed survived the fall, but gotten a bad cold from treading the freezing water before someone had helped levitate her out. Given that it was mid-summer, she had Illphres to thank for that as well.

Glowering, Ceria shook her head and coughed hard. Her lungs felt full of phlegm and she resented the way all the other students leaned away from her when she did.

Im not gibing up. And why are you all hiding?

I dont want to get sick.

Beatrice replied as she placed her head as far away from Ceria as possible. Pisces nodded. He turned to the young woman sitting beside him.

Colds are impossible to cure with healing potions, Mons. You will note that Ceria remains this way even though she is in the capital of magic? The cold is so troublesome that the greatest of mages find themselves susceptible to it. It is simpler to let it run its course, but of course the risk of contagion from Ceria is

Shut up.

Ceria scowled at Pisces. She shivered; she still felt cold.

Ib gonna make her teach me. I will.

Well, before you do that, would you mind convincing Pisces not to join the pirate hunting expedition? And removing yourself from the list as well?

Calvaron snapped exasperatedly at the two. Beatrice nodded.

Its not safe. You shouldnt go.

Nonsense. This is a prime opportunity.

Pisces waved a hand airily.

We have no less than four experienced captains with their own ships, each with a crew of capable fighters. And with over twenty of Wistrams best students, well be sure to find these pirates who have been preying on traffic and

Get killed. Horribly. Or ransomed.

Calvaron interrupted as he buttered a roll. Beatrice nodded her head with her hands.

Its dangerous.

Nonsense. Youre exaggerating things. Ceria and I will be paid handsomely

If its so safe, why arent the mages doing it? Why leave it open to the students?

The Centaur frowned at Pisces and Ceria. She coughed and replied.

Because its boring? Well be days at sea and might not find them the first time. But its fine, really, Calvaron. We can handle ourselves.

I think you two shouldnt go. I really do.

Ceria just shook her head. Her mind was made up. Calvaron opened his mouth to argue again, and paused as something flickered and flew past his face. He raised a hand to bat at it, and stopped as he saw the shimmering, fiery insect that flew past him to hover in front of Ceria.

She smiled as she saw the fireflya literal fly made of glowing lightshovering in the air. It spread its wings wide and she saw symbols and shapes flickering in the air.

Oh? Is this from you, Mons?

I did it! I think I figured out the spell!

Sitting next to Pisces, Mons face lit up with excitement. Calvaron stared at the flying insect and the message only Ceria could read and frowned.

Whats this, Ceria?

Pisces nodded. He straightened in his chair importantly as he explained.

Its a new spell Ceria and I developed. It helps us communicate at range and no ones been able to decipher the messages.

So far.

Beatrice studied the glowing message carefully. Pisces smiled confidently at her.

I am sure no one will be able to break this spell. It is many times more complex than any [Message] spell you could ever devise, and it can be used up to several miles away.

Handy. Will you teach us how to use it?

Maybebut only if you stop trying to dissuade Ceria and I. Our minds are made up.

Calvaron threw up his hands in disgust.

Its your funeral.

-

Two weeks later, Illphres found herself sitting alone at a table in the banquet hall. That was unusual for her, and she couldnt help feeling something was wrong. Only when she understood that it was because she was used to having Ceria talking to her and pestering her did Illphres realize what she was unconsciously missing.

She passed a hand over her face and let her features change into a scowl. The half-Elf was gone on her adventure chasing pirates, and good riddance. She was far too annoying anyways, and now Illphres could concentrate.

That didnt improve her mood though, and neither did the tall Dullahan who pulled a chair up at the table with her. He was named Jurix, and he was part of her faction, the Isolationists. That didnt stop her from glaring daggers at him.

Jurix raised his hands as he placed his head on the table across from her. Two plates of food and a cup floated down next to it. He ignored Illphres glare that told him to leave and began to talk to her, quite unperturbed. He was too cheerful for a Dullahan, which contrasted well with Illphres.

Stop glaring, Illphres. Were on the same side here. Or are you missing that half-Elf that kept following you around all the time?

Im not missing her and she was a pest. What do you want, Jurix?

Nothing. Im just here to tell you that Ophelia is on board. Totally.

Really?

Illphres passed a hand over her mouth, and she was smiling when she lowered it. This was good news. Jurix nodded, pausing to smile as he fed himself with a hovering spoon.

Thats right. Weve got four now; if we can get one more mage on our side I think well have a shot.

Ill talk to Amerys again.

Try not to start a fight?

No promises.

Illphres, changed her features to a grin as she covered her mouth. She could have done it without covering her face; Jurix knew her secret. But she had grown used to doing it this way. She was about to ask Jurix what had changed Ophelias mind when someone began shouting a few tables over.

Whats this now?

Jurix frowned and picked up his head so he could see. Illphres turned and saw one of the mages shouting in panic as he raced into the room.

It was a trap! Theyre under attack!

Who are?

Someone shouted, and Illphres looked towards the entrances to the banquet hall. She was expecting another loose experiment, or perhaps some of the undead from the catacombs under Wistram, but it seemed the issue didnt lie within Wistram, but outside of it.

The students! The hunting expedition we sentits been ambushed! I just received a [Message] spelltheres a fleet of nine ships attacking them! Its not just a few isolated shipsits an entire armada!

The banquet hall erupted into shouts at this news. Jurix turned to Illphres. Her expression hadnt changed, but her eyes had locked onto the mage who had spoken.

Isnt that half-Elf with?

Quiet.

The students say theyre outnumbered and the pirates have mages of their own! And their leader is far stronger than the [Captains]hes already slain two! Wheres Archmage Amerys? They need her!

Shes out hunting!

The mage turned in desperation.

One of the other Archmages, then! We need someone who can teleport or flyif we dont hurry the students will be dead!

Jurix and Illphres saw the hall devolving into confusion. Some magesthose who could actually teleportbacked away, unwilling to expose themselves to danger. Wistram was full of mages, it was true, but only a fraction of their number was willing to go into combat.

For his part, the Dullahan stared hard at Illphres. She was seated, motionless in her chair. He knew she was thinking.

Are you going to help?

She knew what she was getting into. All those students do. It isnt our job to bail them out.

Very true. We should let them sort out their own problems. And if they cant, well, thats life.

Exactly. Its not our problem.

Jurix nodded understandingly. He reached for a plate, and stopped as Illphres stood up. She glared at him.

Well? Are you coming?

He grinned and pushed back his chair, already fastening his head securely to his neck.

Ill message Bastam and Ophelia. Well get her to teleport us, but it will take several leaps

Hurry. Ill go ahead. Ill be faster.

Got it.

Illphres strode away from Jurix. She saw heads turning towards her, but paid no attention. Students and mages cried out as ice spread in front of Illphres, but she just stepped forwards.

Her shoes were designed to stick to the ice, but only if she allowed them too. Illphres slid forwards on the ice, gathering momentum as she let the slick ice take her momentum. It spread across the banquet hall, making anyone standing on it slip or be forced to grab a table for support. Calvaron tumbled to the ground with a cry and Beatrice had to grab Mons to keep her upright as Illphres kicked herself across the ice, moving faster.

She shot down the banquet hall, smooth-soled shoes turning as she pivoted, zipping past a group of students. Illphres jumped and cleared the fallen Calvaron. She shot down a corridor and found herself headed at a wall.

Ice rose and curved. Illphres kicked off from one wall and shot up the ramp and onto the far wall. For a few seconds she was horizontal, skating on the far wall, then she dropped down to the ground and kept going, barely losing speed.

She didnt know why she was doing this. Illphres ignored the shouting as her ice magic shot down the hallway, providing her with a passageway to keep skating down, moving faster and faster. There was no reward for this, at least none she cared for. She told herself real mages stood alone.

But she thought of Ceria. She scowled as she shot out Wistrams front doors, blasting them open with a pillar of ice. Illphres felt herself falling, and gazed down at the steps as they came rushing towards her. The steps froze, and the ice turned the hill down towards the docks into a ramp. Illphres sped down it, gathering more speed. She created a ramp for herself at the end and flew out into the ocean, a missile.

Real mages stood alone. But the half-Elf wasnt a real mage yet. And neither was Illphres.

Not yet.

-

Get down!

Ceria screamed as another volley of arrows flew overhead. Half of those who heard her threw themselves down, but the other half were too busy fighting to dodge. She heard screams as several arrows found their mark. One flashed past her head as she held still on the deck of the rocking ship.

As soon as she thought the worst of it was over Ceria was on her feet. She clutched at her arm; shed been hit once already. The shaft stuck out of her flesh and Ceria felt faint.

But there was no time to rest or scream. The enemy was everywhere.

The deck of the ship she was on was filled with men and women with swords. Not just any men or women though; the Drowned People. They were a race created when parasites from the ocean fused with Humans or other species. Many were peaceful people, the products of an accident. But others were pirates.

And these were no ordinary raiders, no ragtag group of sea bandits. Someone had gotten their information very wrong, Ceria knew, because eight ships had ambushed the expedition from Wistram at sea. Now they swarmed the three remaining ships, wearing bright red bandanas. That way the archers on the other ships could avoid hitting their friends as they loosed arrows on the mages and mercenaries fighting for their lives.

At least the bandanas made them easy to hit. Ceria raised her hand and pointed three fingers at the nearest pirate.

[Ice Dart]!

Three shards caught the woman as she turned. Two bounced off the crustacean like shell on her chest, but the third hit her in the throat. She choked but didnt fall. Ceria saw a mercenary turn and run her through

Ceria!

She felt someone hit her from the side. Ceria fell and saw Pisces. Hed knocked her to the ground just in time to keep her from being run through by a man with a cutlass. He grinned and slashed fast at Pisces.

[Flame Jet]!

Ceria screamed the spell as she pointed her hands up. The man dodged back from the gout of flame with a curse and gasped as Pisces ran him through. The mage pulled his blade back with a grimace and helped Ceria to her feet.

We have to run!

He screamed it in her ears as he pointed to the side. Ceria dragged him back.

We cant jump! Theyll kill us in the water easily!

In that caseIll have to

He turned and swore.

Look out! Hes coming again!

Ceria turned and saw a ship shooting towards them, black hulled, the front reinforced with steel to create a ram.

The captain of these pirates stood at the head of the deck, grinning, bloody sword in hand. Ceria flinched as she saw him holding two heads. Hed already killed two of the [Captains] of the four ships and sunk one with his vessel. She braced as Pisces gripped the railing

The impact splintered the hull of the vessel Ceria was standing on and threw her and Pisces apart. She got up groggily, and saw more pirates swinging down onto the deck, charging the outnumbered Wistram students and mercenaries.

Already half of the students had died. The rest fell back, fighting with spells but unable to defend themselves from the brutally efficient blades and arrows that assailed them. Ceria stumbled backwards, firing shards of ice desperately. It wasnt supposed to be like this. They were supposed to be doing the hunting. They could have taken any equal force with their mages, but this

Fire erupted to one side, burning a group of mercenaries as the pirates cheered. Ceria saw a mage a man with red robes standing on one of the far ships. They had mages of their own.

She was going to die here. Ceria backed towards her friends, fellow students, and the mercenaries whod formed a desperate semicircle on their deck. This was it. The pirate captain led the charge and she fought for her life.

-

Across the deck, Pisces found himself fighting for his life. He stepped backwards in a flash, parried a blade, and stepped again, thrusting desperately. But his opponent moved as fast as he did, perhaps faster.

I have a Skill thats a match for your spell, boy.

The man who pushed Pisces backwards was no Drowned Man, but a Human, heavily tattooed on his face and arms. He cut at Pisces, making the mage duck and weave. Pisces muttered under his breath as he took five rapid steps backwards, flashing across the length of the deck.

Rise, rise unto me

He cried out as the man cut his arm with a slash from his offhand. He had a dagger to match with his blade. Now the man stood, sword in one hand, dagger in the other. He beckoned with the dagger at Pisces, challenging.

I see your bell. Shall we have a duel of it, mage from Wistram?

Pisces grinned wildly as he cast a spell without words.

If you want to try, be my guest.

They spun away, each attempting to catch the other. Pisces leapt from the railing of his ship towards another one. He landed on the deck and the man followed, laughing. The pirates had butchered the crew of this ship and only the dead remained.

Nowhere to run!

No. There isnt.

Pisces eyes glinted as something moved on the still deck. He brandished his rapier and circled the tattooed man.

-

Ceria saw Pisces jump, but she could do nothing to help him. She was fighting for her life. It seemed like there was a wall of blades around her. She expected at any moment to be run through, but fought for every second.

Two ships, now. The third was dead in the water, Pisces and the other pirate the only living souls aboard. Ceria saw the other ship approaching, and realized they were coming to help. But more pirate ships were all around, and they were trying to board the other ship. Ceria saw one ship coming dead on, attempting to ram

To port! Hard port!

Someone screamed that. Ceria saw the pirate ship turn, but too slowly. She gaped as a huge blade of ice sudden crashed into the ship, a vertical guillotine that cut the entire vessel in two.

What was that?

The attackers stopped their assault as they turned to look. The pirate ship broke in two and began to sink. Ceria turned towards the railing and her heart stopped as she saw a familiar figure, skating across the waves.

Illphres. The ice mage froze the very sea around her as she dashed across the ocean. She moved faster than anything Ceria had ever seen on land, leaving a trail of disintegrating ice as she spun in the air and landed, skating backwards towards another vessel.

From her hands came ice, massive pillars of it that crashed into another pirate ship and broke the wooden hull. Illphres turned, and a wall of ice formed in front of her as one of the pirate mages blasted her. She raised a finger and hit him in the chest with a spike of ice.

Mage!

Ceria heard an incredible roar and turned to see the pirate leader. He was on his ship and it turned incredibly fast towards Illphres. Archers shot at her as she raised a second wall of ice to block them. Calmly, Illphres sent a second scything ice blade to cut apart the pirate leaders ship.

The ice broke as it struck the hull of the black ship. Ceria, ducking back and throwing fire, saw Illphres pause and heard the captain roar.

I sailed through storms that have sunk islands, mage! My ship and I are one! I am a [Storm Captain]! Come and fight me if you dare!

Illphres raced towards him on the frozen sea. She leapt, and a pillar of ice threw her up onto the deck. Ceria cried out. It was a trap! There was no way Illphres could fight an entire crew of pirates and their captain alone. She leapt from the deck of the ship she was on and dove into the waters below.

-

Pisces remembered the past. With every step and thrust and dodge and parry, he remembered the lessons his father had taught him. His sword felt heavy in his hands, but he dared not stop moving.

Tiring, mage? You have skill, but I have Skills.

The tattooed pirate laughed at him as Pisces gasped for air. He was badly winded. Pisces knew he couldnt continue. He stepped backwards, towards a place where the dead had been cut down in droves. The man advanced, laughing. He was coming for the finishing kill.

One slash nearly tore the rapier Pisces held out of his hands. The thrust with the dagger cut him across the ribs. Pisces hissed, and tripped backwards over a corpse. He raised his rapier as the man stepped over the body

And it seized him by the leg. The pirate turned, stabbing at the man who rose from the ground.

What is this?

He was horrified to find the man whod grabbed him was dead. The tears in his chest showed clearly where hed been killed. But he still struck at the pirate, and another zombie grabbed him from the other side.

Apologies.

Pisces rose to his feet and lifted his rapier. The tattooed pirate stared at him with horror and fury.

You coward! This is a duel!

Only to you.

Pisces ran the tattooed man through. He turned, and took a deep breath. More pirates were coming, swinging onto the deck and stopping in horror when they realized who they were facing.

Necromancer!

Ah, yes.

Pisces stared sadly at the dead around him. They charged towards the living and he walked forwards, rapier in hand.

I suppose theres no hiding it now.

-

Illphres and the [Storm Captain] fought on the deck of his ship, exchanging blows. For Illphres, each spell was a spear of ice, or a storm of frozen daggers that cut down pirate after pirate, merciless, tearing holes in the deck of the ship. But the captain of the pirates dodged each spell, moving with effortless grace and speed on the rocking deck.

And he was strong, too. Each time Illphres raised a wall of ice to block him, he would swing past the wall of ice or shatter it with his enchanted blade. It could pierce her thickest barrier, and she didnt have the time to fight him and the crew that assailed her from all sides.

He caught her as she froze a score of pirates around her. The captain kicked Ilphres off her feet. He tried to stab her through the chest as she lay on the ground, but she pointed and he dropped his sword, howling as it froze his skin.

He drew a dagger from his belt and threw himself at Illphres. She blasted him off his feet with a gust of frozen air, but he was back in a second. He raised his dagger with a yell

And his foot came down on the patch of slick ice underfoot. Ceria shot an [Ice Dart] at the mans head as she hauled her drenched body on the deck.

The captains boot landed on the ice and he turned and leaned out of the way of the shard of ice. He grinned as Ceria stared at him in dismay.

On my ship, I cannot be tripped by air, water, or any other thing underfoot, girl.

Then he turned and leapt out of the way. A flurry of [Ice Spikes] flashed past him, but each one missed. The [Storm Captain] lunged towards Illphres, and cut across her face.

Ceria screamed. But Illphres didnt fall. Instead, her face fell to pieces. The [Storm Captain] froze as he stared at what remained and Illphres nodded.

See what the face of a true mage looks like.

Then the air froze. The deck froze. The captain raised his dagger and

Froze.

Standing on the other side of the deck, Ceria felt the water on her freeze instantly. She cried out in pain and flailed about, hearing it crack. The cold was intense. She saw Illphres, kneeling on the deck.

Illphres!

It was minutes before the intense chill faded enough for Ceria to dash over to Illphres. She saw the woman kneeling on the deck, eyes closed, panting heavily. Ceria reached down to her, and froze.

Yes.

Illphres looked up, staring at Ceria. Blackened lips moved, but the rest of her face stayed still. Her jaw, her nosethe entire lower half of her face was blackened, the skin dead. Ceria had seen such symptoms before. It was the look of frostbite.

Do you see?

Illphres whispered it to Ceria. The shards of ice that had been thethe mask on her face slowly began to melt as the temperature on the ship began to normalize. Ceria could only stare.

This is what magic looks like.

-

Were just in time by the looks of it.

The three mages appeared in the air over the sea. They landed on the choppy water, staggering. Their feet met the surface of the water as if it were solid earth, but the constant movement of the waves still made it hard to stand. One of the mages, a woman with stitching around her hands, gasped for air as the other two caught her.

Jurix, the Dullahan and Bastam, the Drake, turned towards the ships where fighting still continued. Jurix pointed.

There! Two ships are still active. A third is

Are those zombies?

Bastam stared intently at one of the ships. Jurix shook his head.

Look later. Ill take that ship, Bastam. You take that one.

Got it. Go.

The Dullahan spoke a spell as Bastam began to chant.

[Whirlwind Leap].

He shot upwards, propelled by a massive gust of wind that hurled him towards the ship he had chosen. Jurix landed on the deck of one of the enemy ships and began casting spells at once. A trio of pirates rushed at him, but their blades scratched uselessly at his now-impervious armor. The Dullahan struck one with his palm.

[Tremor Impact].

The broken body of the Drowned Man flew far over the railing and splashed into the water below. The other pirates backed up, but Jurix pursued them, using [Flash Foot] to blink forwards and striking them with the same spell.

Caught by surprise, the pirates tried to swarm the ship Jurix was on. But one of their ships slowed as spells began to rain down from the sky upon it.

[Fireball] and [Lightning Bolt] spells struck the deck of the ship with deadly accuracy. Bastam, standing on the top of the ocean waves with Ophelia, hurled the spells hundreds of meters into the air, arcing them to hit the pirates on deck with deadly accuracy.

Three ships sunk and two more taken by the enemy, the pirates attempted to flee. Illphres sunk one by breaking the hull with [Glacial Spears]the other two fell to combined attacks from the surviving mages.

And then it was over. Ceria stumbled across the deck of the deceased pirate captains ship as Illphres connected it to another ship with a bridge of ice. Ceria wanted to support Illphres; the woman stumbled twice as she walked, but the woman just shrugged her hands off.

Leave me. Find your friend.

Ceria hesitated, but then ran onto the other ship. She called out for Pisces, searching for him among the surviving mercenaries and student mages. Then she remembered hed gone to the other ship.

Pisces!

The ship was full of people. How? Ceria shouted as the last surviving [Captain] turned his ship alongside the vessel. For a moment she thought one of the other ships had sent people to help Pisces fight, but then someone standing next to her cried out in horror.

Zombies!

They stood motionless on the deck, swaying slightly as the ship rocked back and forth. The undead. Some were mercenaries, others, Wistram students. More still were pirates, brought back from the dead after being slain. The ship was full of death.

And one living person. Pisces stood at the railing, a bloody rapier in hand. He was cut badly, but intact. He stared across the railing and then stared at the mercenaries and other mages. They all gazed at him, some vomiting, others backing away in fear.

Someone dropped a gangplank. Ceria saw Pisces step up. He walked across to her ship, and stopped in front of her. She just stared at him, not fully understanding. Not wanting to understand.

Pisces couldnt meet her eyes. He cleared his throat, stared at the ground. He looked at Ceria at last, and there was guilt in his eyes.

I wanted to tell you

Ceria took a step back. The corpses standing on the deck stared vacantly ahead. The head of one had been hacked nearly apart, but it stood, bits of gore and brain falling to the rocking deck. Illphres regarded Pisces silently as both sailors and the other students stared at him in horror.

But he only had eyes for Ceria. Pisces lowered his crimson rapier.

Ceria

She backed away from him. Ceria felt weak. Her head was spinning. She took one more look at the undead that Piscesher friend had created and threw up.

-

Necromancer.

It was the word on the tongues of every student and mage in Wistram. Even the dramatic battle at sea paled in comparison to the attention, anger, and hatred focused around one person.

Pisces. He stood in front of the Council, the assembly of mages presided over by the Archmages of Wistram, the body that governed the academy. Normally the Council voted on topics such as policy, Wistrams stance towards nations, appointing new teachers, but it also served a rarely-fulfilled role as arbiter.

Standing on a balcony in the huge, circular room, Ceria stood next to Calvaron and Montressa as she stared down at Pisces, standing alone as he faced the Council. Beatrice had refused to attend the hearing. Or was it a trial? It felt like one.

The accusation was simple. Pisces was a [Necromancer]. It wasnt as if Wistram had outlawed that school of magic explicitlyand yet, it was clear that they had. No sane mage practiced necromancy. It violated the dead. It was a tool used by crazed cults and madmen to create armies to assail the living.

It was wrong.

And yet Pisces stood in front of the Council and argued. Ceria heard his voice ringing through the chamber, confident, beseeching the other mages to understand. She stared at Montressa and saw the girls horrified face, and the grim look on Calvarons.

Magic is pure! Necromancy is a force to be wielded for good or evil, not inherently biased in itself! And is Wistram not a place where all mages may study? Consider, I implore you, the case of Azkerash! His name is infamous as the most powerful [Necromancer] of this millennium. He once studied here before he was slain on Izril. His sins are legion, that is undeniableand yet, is he not an example to study and admire?

Outrage. The rumble of voices in the room rose, but Pisces spoke over them.

Yes, admire! I came here to follow in his footsteps, to see if anyone else understood necromancy as he did, or if he left anything behind. Azkerash was evil, it is true, but he was also a master of magic! He gazed deeper into the heart of magic than any but the greatest [Archmages] before him. Is this not something we should accept? Necromancy is the equal of any other magical school!

Mages sitting or standing around the room shouted at this, furiously denouncing Pisces. But he ignored them. His eyes were only for the Council. He spread his arms pleadingly.

Wistram Academy is a place where the study of magic comes before all else. Before law, before morality or ethical concern. Here, magic is all. I came to study magic, to deepen my understanding of it. Wistram once held a single phrase to be true: To ever strive. I ask that you allow me to study, to be part of this institution and add to it as the one expert in my field. I have committed no crimes, despoiled no graves. I simply wish to learn.

They debated. And argued. A few stood for Pisces. Amerys was one of them. But slowly, Ceria saw the Council and the opinion of the mages swing only one way. At the end of it, a man stood. He was old, one of the Archmages, and the only one besides Amerys that Ceria knew.

The half-Elf, the ancient mage who had represented Wistram for over a century. Archmage Feor. He stared down at Pisces and spoke quietly.

Wistram will turn away no mage who seeks to learn and is worthy of it. But necromancy is not taught within these halls. It is not accepted. And if you choose to study here, Pisces, you will do so alone. We hereby revoke your scholarship. If you would stay, pay the full dues owed to the academy. Otherwise, you must leave. That is the decision of the Council.

-

Pisces walked alone after that. He walked through hallways and rooms, but found no one who would speak with him. Some spat, others cursed him.

And when he found his friends, one would not stop to speak with him. Beatrice left. Montressa, Ceria, and Calvaron stayed, but all three looked at him as if he were different. Changed.

Evil.

I haveone day to come up with the funds to pay Wistram. Or I must leave.

Pisces voice shook with rage, pain, and anguish. Ceria wanted to hug him, but she couldnt bring herself to. He was a [Necromancer]. He raised the dead.

It all added up. Already students were putting clues together. Someone had raided Pisces room, found the small army of undead mice he used to spy with. They had been burned, as had almost all of Pisces possessions.

Do you have enough coin to pay? I know you had a lot saved up

Calvaron looked at Pisces with a trace of sympathy. Pisces shook his head roughly.

Notnot enough. I need more, and a lot of it.

Well, IIm afraid I cant lend it to you, Pisces. I could trade you secretsand Ill give you a good price for thembut I dont think you have enough of those either.

Calvaron didnt meet Pisces gaze. Ceria didnt look at him either. Montressa just stared at Pisces, as if she wasnt sure who she was seeing.

I know. Ill trade you what I have. But I need more coin. Sothis.

Pisces fumbled for something at his side. Ceria saw him lift his rapier up. Calvaron froze as Pisces offered it to him.

Would this be enough? If you sold itit is worth a large sum to the right buyers. Is it enough?

The rapier trembled in his hands, and the silver bell chimed once. Ceria stared at Pisces. Calvaron was silent for a long time before he replied.

Enough to pay the academys fees? I can probably do that. Butare you sure?

I am.

Pisces jerked his head. It could have been a nod. Calvaron stared at him, and then took the blade. Pisces stared at it, face white, and turned away. He stumbled as he walked out of the banquet hall.

No one went after him.

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It was quiet when Ceria found Illphres. Somehow, the spirit of Wistram had been sucked out, or so she felt. Everything felt hollow, and empty. Even when she saw people laughing, it sounded fake and insincere.

The ice mage opened her door when Ceria called out. She admitted Ceria into her room and for the first time, Ceria saw the inside.

It was just a room. Cold, far colder than normal, but there was a bed and a bookshelf, and precious little else. Illphres only had time for magic.

The ice mage sat at a table with Ceria as the half-Elf shivered. Ceria couldnt help but stare at Illphres mouth. The ice mage had restored her mask of ice, and her flesh looked healthy and normal. But now Ceria knew.

You see, its why I have to alter my face to smile.

Illphres showed Ceria, warping the ice around her face to change her expressions. The ice rippled and shifted unnaturally as Ceria watched, making her feel queasy.

Far easier to hide it.

The woman passed a hand over her lips and smiled bitterly. Ceria stared at her.

Thank you for saving me.

This was the first chance shed had to say it. Illphres waved a hand over her face and changed it back to impassiveness.

I suppose the fault is mine. Im too soft-hearted.

That made Ceria laugh. But that flash of humor was swallowed up by the hole in her heart. Illphres studied her.

Your friend has upset the other mages. If he stays, he will only face their hostility. He will not be accepted here, not ever.

I know.

Did you know he was a [Necromancer]?

No!

Ceria shuddered.

If I had knownI think he wanted to tell me. But if I had known!

You would have done what, stopped him? It is magic. He is a mage.

You think its okay?

Ceria stared at Illphres in horror. She could still see the lifeless eyes of the dead people Pisces had brought back. Dead, and yet moving. Far worse than a golem; someone who had been alive once, forced to shamble about. Illphres just shrugged.

It is magic. In his own way, your friend Pisces aspires to be what I yearn to be as well. A true mage. And you want the same thing, unless I am mistaken.

I do. But PiscesIm not the same as him.

He is a mage. And you are a mage. And II am a mage. But none of us are true mages. Not yet. I lost to that pirate captain. If you hadnt bought me time to cast that spell, I would have died.

Illphres said it matter-of-factly. Ceria nodded.

But you saved me. You did what I never could. Youre a better mage than I am.

Yes. I am.

The two sat in silence for a while. At last, Ceria asked the question, knowing the answer.

Will you teach me magic?

Illphres paused.

Yes. If you truly wish it.

It was the answer Ceria had been waiting half a year to hear. But it filled her with nothing. She looked down at her hands.

Is it really okay? Is Pisces really

The mages here would say one thing. I say another. Follow me and become a true mage. Then you will know the answer.

Illphres held out a hand and Ceria stared at it. She looked at the woman, the mage, who hid her pain behind a mask of ice. She thought of her friend, who had hid behind lies. The person she barely knew. She saw what magic looked like, what it truly looked like.

Slowly, Ceria reached out and took Illphres hand.