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With Medivh’s recovery things returned to normal, or as normal as anything was in the presence of the
Magus. When the Magus was absent, Khadgar was left with instructions as to honing his magical skill,
and when Medivh was in residence in the tower, the younger mage was expected to demonstrate those
skills at the drop of hat.
Khadgar adapted well, and felt as if his power was a set of clothes, two sizes too big, that only now was
he growing into. He could control fire at will now, summon lightning without a cloud in the sky, and cause
small items to dance upon the table at the will of his own mind. He learned other spells as well—those
that allowed one to know when and how a man died from a single bone of his remains, how to cause a
ground-fog to rise, and how to leave magical messages for others to find. He learned how to restore the
age lost to an inanimate object, strengthening an old chair, and its reverse, to pull all the youth from a
newly-crafted club, leaving it dusty and brittle. He learned the nature of the protective wards, and was
entrusted with keeping them intact. He learned the library of demons, though Medivh would not permit
any to be summoned in his tower. This last order Khadgar had no desire to break.
Medivh was gone for brief periods of a day here, a few days there. Always instructions were left behind,
but never explanations. Upon his return the Guardian looked more haggard and worn, and would push
Khadgar testily to determine the youth’s mastery over his craft, and to detail any news that had arrived in
his absence. But there was no further repeat of his comatose rest, and Khadgar assumed that whatever
the master was doing,Khadgar hesitated, and Medivh’s disapproval zxchanxiang deepened, a storm gathering on his face. “What is the
matter, Young Trust?”
“We should clean up our mess,” said Khadgar, trying aion power levelingto be light. “Don’t want to make Moroes work
too hard. We will catch up.”
“Negotiation aion power leveling is not part of an apprentice’s duties,” said Medivh. “Now come here at once.”
No one moved. Garona said, “Why doesn’t he come into the room?”
Why indeed,thought aion power leveling Khadgar. Instead he said, “One question, Master?”
“What now?” grunted the master mage.
“Why did you visit aion power leveling the orc Gul’dan’s dreams?” said Khadgar, feeling his throat tighten as he asked,
“Why did you show the orcs how to come to this world?”
Medivh’s glare aion power leveling shifted to Garona. “I was unaware Gul’dan told you of me. He didn’t strike me as being
unwise, or a chatterbox.” it did not involve demons.
One evening in the library, Khadgar heard noises from the common area and stables below. Shouts,
challenges, and responses, in low, illegible tones. By the time he reached a window overlooking that part
of the castle, a group of riders were leaving the tower’s walls.
Khadgar frowned. Were these some supplicants turned away by Moroes, or messengers with some
other dark tidings for his master? Khadgar descended the tower to find out.
He caught sight of the new arrival only briefly—a flash of a black cloak stepping into a guest room along
the lower levels of the tower. Moroes was there, candle in hand, blinders in place, and as Khadgar
slipped down the last few steps he could hear the castellan say “…Other visitors, they were less careful.
They’re gone now.”
Whatever response the new arrival made was lost, and Moroes pulled the door shut as Khadgar came
up.
“A guest?” asked the young man, trying to see if there was any clue of the new arrival behind him. Only
a closed door greeted his view.
“Ayep,” replied the castellan.
“Mage or merchant?” asked the young mage.
“Couldn’t say,” said the castellan, already moving down the hall. “Didn’t ask, and the Emissary didn’t
say.”
“The Emissary,” repeated Khadgar, thinking of one of the mystery letters from Medivh’s great sleep.
“So it’s political, then. For the Magus.”
“Assume so,” said Moroes. “Didn’t ask. Not my place.”
“So it is for the Magus,” said Khadgar.
“Assume so,” said Moroes, with the same sleepy inflection. “We’ll be told when we need to know.”
And with that he was gone, leaving Khadgar to stare at the shut door.
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Magus. When the Magus was absent, Khadgar was left with instructions as to honing his magical skill,
and when Medivh was in residence in the tower, the younger mage was expected to demonstrate those
skills at the drop of hat.
Khadgar adapted well, and felt as if his power was a set of clothes, two sizes too big, that only now was
he growing into. He could control fire at will now, summon lightning without a cloud in the sky, and cause
small items to dance upon the table at the will of his own mind. He learned other spells as well—those
that allowed one to know when and how a man died from a single bone of his remains, how to cause a
ground-fog to rise, and how to leave magical messages for others to find. He learned how to restore the
age lost to an inanimate object, strengthening an old chair, and its reverse, to pull all the youth from a
newly-crafted club, leaving it dusty and brittle. He learned the nature of the protective wards, and was
entrusted with keeping them intact. He learned the library of demons, though Medivh would not permit
any to be summoned in his tower. This last order Khadgar had no desire to break.
Medivh was gone for brief periods of a day here, a few days there. Always instructions were left behind,
but never explanations. Upon his return the Guardian looked more haggard and worn, and would push
Khadgar testily to determine the youth’s mastery over his craft, and to detail any news that had arrived in
his absence. But there was no further repeat of his comatose rest, and Khadgar assumed that whatever
the master was doing,Khadgar hesitated, and Medivh’s disapproval zxchanxiang deepened, a storm gathering on his face. “What is the
matter, Young Trust?”
“We should clean up our mess,” said Khadgar, trying aion power levelingto be light. “Don’t want to make Moroes work
too hard. We will catch up.”
“Negotiation aion power leveling is not part of an apprentice’s duties,” said Medivh. “Now come here at once.”
No one moved. Garona said, “Why doesn’t he come into the room?”
Why indeed,thought aion power leveling Khadgar. Instead he said, “One question, Master?”
“What now?” grunted the master mage.
“Why did you visit aion power leveling the orc Gul’dan’s dreams?” said Khadgar, feeling his throat tighten as he asked,
“Why did you show the orcs how to come to this world?”
Medivh’s glare aion power leveling shifted to Garona. “I was unaware Gul’dan told you of me. He didn’t strike me as being
unwise, or a chatterbox.” it did not involve demons.
One evening in the library, Khadgar heard noises from the common area and stables below. Shouts,
challenges, and responses, in low, illegible tones. By the time he reached a window overlooking that part
of the castle, a group of riders were leaving the tower’s walls.
Khadgar frowned. Were these some supplicants turned away by Moroes, or messengers with some
other dark tidings for his master? Khadgar descended the tower to find out.
He caught sight of the new arrival only briefly—a flash of a black cloak stepping into a guest room along
the lower levels of the tower. Moroes was there, candle in hand, blinders in place, and as Khadgar
slipped down the last few steps he could hear the castellan say “…Other visitors, they were less careful.
They’re gone now.”
Whatever response the new arrival made was lost, and Moroes pulled the door shut as Khadgar came
up.
“A guest?” asked the young man, trying to see if there was any clue of the new arrival behind him. Only
a closed door greeted his view.
“Ayep,” replied the castellan.
“Mage or merchant?” asked the young mage.
“Couldn’t say,” said the castellan, already moving down the hall. “Didn’t ask, and the Emissary didn’t
say.”
“The Emissary,” repeated Khadgar, thinking of one of the mystery letters from Medivh’s great sleep.
“So it’s political, then. For the Magus.”
“Assume so,” said Moroes. “Didn’t ask. Not my place.”
“So it is for the Magus,” said Khadgar.
“Assume so,” said Moroes, with the same sleepy inflection. “We’ll be told when we need to know.”
And with that he was gone, leaving Khadgar to stare at the shut door.
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