Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie (Mithrandir)
Subject: [Sorc] Magical background
Message-ID: <tkelly.735312971@unix2.tcd.ie>
Date: Tue, 20 Apr 1993 13:36:11 GMT

    Talon looked around.
    He was in a small house in the South of Magira, and outside the
magical chaos reigned supreme. There were frequent explosions all the
time, and the city looked and felt just plain weird.
    Side effects of magic were not very pretty at all.
    Here, he had fled with Saoirse, the Magician, deaf as she was.
  
    He could taste the magic in the air.
    There was no doubt about it. This place could reach a critical mass
within hours. And that was not good. Not good for the city or the plains
around it for hundreds - no, thousands of miles. Nexus itself would
suffer severe andf nasty climate changes.
    He was surprised that it hadn't been noticed across the globe by
more astute mages. No doubt it would be soon enough.
    
   The woman came in. She had her head ducked down, just in case.
  
   'Talon ', she said into his mind, ' we are currently in the house of
a former friend of mine, Gazral the Alchemist.'
   "Former ?" Talon asked in a whisper.
   'He has fallen victim to the war', she was obviously holding back
her emotions, keeping them in check only barely.
   "I see. I am sorry, Saoirse."
   She just smiled briefly and bit her lip. A tear rolled down her
cheek.
   "Saoirse, there is something that I must ask you. I realise it is
not the best of times, but I feel-"
   'Ask'
   "Oh. What is it that keeps such magical activity from overflowing
and obliterating the city right now. It should have happened hours ago."
   'Parma Magica is it's name. It is an in-built defense that the
Academy developed or learned hundreds of years ago. All the Academicians
know it's use. It is a technique of magic resistance, so to speak. It 
will delay any critical effects from over flowing for quite some time.
Hours at least. Talon, we must make our way to meet with one or other
side of this tragic conflict quickly. Before something very regrettable
happens that we would all mourn '

   Talon nodded once.
   Saoirse then stood up and weaved her hands in motions that Talon had
never seen before.
   'I am protecting us with Parma. It would be advisable for you to
weave your own protections as well'
   Talon did so, without wasting any time.
   He also cast a spell that rendered both him and Saoirse invisible.

   'Let's go now.'


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  Mithrandir [tkelly@unix2.tcd.ie]
 
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