The old year had already ended, and now, with the joyful celebrations of the new year, the first signs that announced the arrival of spring were already visible in the territory, present in the trees, in the undergrowth, even in the scent of the air. .
New life would soon come to the Empire, after the dead months of winter.
A subtle mist rose from the meadows that stretched adjacent to the tree line that lined the road, where the warm golden rays of the first sunlight evaporated the night dew from the ground.
The first light green shoots were almost visible, and the fingers of the still-lifeless tree branches curved up into the gray sky and formed a passageway above the road.
In just a matter of days, Viktor would begin a formation that would allow him to become one of the greatest wizards the Empire had ever known.
And then, among the trees, across the mist-shrouded pastures, he saw her, the great city of Genbofen.
Viktor gave an audible ga
Viktor sat in his window seat, gaping at the wonders of Genbofen. The vehicle followed the main road into the city and rattled on the cobblestones that paved the streets.In the eighteen years of his life, Viktor had visited cities before, of course. Once or twice a year he had accompanied his father to the main market in Vengenholt to collect alms from the Church of Mortis and to purchase supplies for the Chipped Chapel. But Genbofen was something very different, five times the size of Vengenholt and with a population six times the size. For the young magic student it was a wonderful thing to behold.The houses rose to heights of three, four, and even five stories above the street, and many of the upper floors jutted out beyond the main wall of the buildings. That was not important in the case of the main avenues of the city, but in the secondary streets the floors stood out so much that they transformed the roads into dark tunnels in which the sun, if it shone, penet
"What did you think of the class?" He heard Viktor ask a great voice next to him. The accent was that of the city of Genbofen itself.Looking back, Viktor saw another student trotting forward to catch up with him as he left the classroom. He appeared to be the same age as Viktor, with a neat head of blond hair and a fuzz of beard on his chin, trimmed in the style of what Viktor believed was the fashion of the imperial capital. He also weighed between five and ten kilos more than Viktor himself. The student clutched to his chest a half-open backpack with scrolls and a quill sticking out."Fascinating. Better than he had expected. "Better than you had hoped for? What do you mean by that? "“Uh… It doesn't matter. It has truly been everything he had hoped it would be. ""Professor Theodria is certainly an excellent speaker, right?""It is obvious that he is a man of great intelligence and a scholar of the arcane arts.""Ext
At the moment, I find it hard to believe that I was ever so impressed by old Professor Theodria. His mind was as closed to new thoughts as an Adamantite strongbox reinforced by enchantments. There was no way that he believed that there could be another way, another way of knowledge far greater and more powerful than his own. Because deep down he was a coward who was afraid of those who dared to question the primitive and antiquated understanding of the world that he considered an irrefutable truth, a way of thinking that he clung with all his might like a dog to a bone. .The school principal was a cowardly and dogmatic fool whose position of power and influence was based on a weak-minded attachment to the knowledge and practices received from others.But looking back, as much as I may despise my memories of Professor Theodria, that is nothing compared to the hatred and contempt I feel, even now, towards that shitty Inquisitor, sow sonic, rotten sewer rat, Felix. Criss
During weeks of diligent study, Viktor also regularly received letters from his sister Karen about him. They always arrived when a carriage made a postal delivery from Vegenholt, the closest town to Chipped on the main routes through the Empire. Letters that had previously been brought there by some willing farmer who transported his goods to the town to sell.And amid all this hustle and bustle of Viktor's new life, whenever he received a letter from his devoted and loyal sister, it evoked the life he had left behind. Karen's letters kept him up to date on everything that was happening at Chipped and let him know that his sister was toiling there without him, taking care of his father and taking care of her needs. They were a comforting reminder of home. There was never a letter from his father.At first, Viktor dutifully responded to each of Karen's missives, as he had resolved to do, and sent the letters through the city mail company. But as time passed and Viktor's
The heavy oak door of the library slammed open, breaking the quiet, musty silence of the place. The room was usually almost sacredly quiet, as if it were a shrine, but this had now been broken by the arrival of the Inquisitor.He had the attitude of a man used to having to get what he wanted by force and being satisfied with it. And, of course, no weak apprentice magician was going to stand in his way.The man was over six feet tall, wore leather riding boots, and although he appeared to have reached middle age, this made him look even stronger rather than detract from his vigor. Viktor saw thick, rope-like muscles taut on the man's neck as he laid eyes on him.Felix's profile was of noble lineage, with a prominent and distinguished jaw, short gray hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes were piercing sharp points of sapphire blue, and his teeth were bare as his lips parted in a fierce canine grin. He had the unmistakable air of a murderer, even in the eyes o
"This is going to end right now!" the school principal roared as he rested his hands on the surface of his desk.Felix straightened and turned away from Viktor, his sapphire gaze as cold as a winter night."Why are you defending this bastard?" the Inquisitor asked in a voice as hard and cutting as an Adamantite sword. "Is it perhaps an indication of your own guilt?""This interrogation is a sham!" Theodria bellowed. "I would lend the same support to any member of the School in the face of such blatant lies and fraudulent accusations as these.""Unless he was shown to be a servant of the dark powers, of course.""Which young Viktor Drichey is not!""That has yet to be proven.""How can this boy be the 'Tomb Raider'? He arrived in Genbofen in the early spring, and the disappearances started much earlier, in the last month of winter as far as we know. ""Since then, bodies have disappeared, and with increasing regularity."
What is madness? Do you think that I am crazy, I, someone who condemns his own soul through the practice of black magic? And for what purpose? For a few more decades of desperately decadent life? To become an outlaw from the world of the living when it is precisely the unbearable desire to live that has led me to study the forbidden rites of necromancy?I will tell you for what purpose I have done that. I have done everything for nothing, because it is the only thing I have now that I bare my soul before you: nothing. Nothing to show for two centuries of life; the lands that I once claimed as my own, the people who showed fidelity to me, all already forgotten.And the only thing I can hope for now is an ignominious end and an eternity in that twilight world of the realm of the dead, caught between the worlds of eternal rest and glorious life, unable to exist in either of them, both torturingly out of reach. . An eternity of torment. An eternity of damnation.It
Within the harsh world Humans inhabited, the mentally ill were often forgotten and, for the most part, constituted a misunderstood, intolerant, and feared underclass. In fact, there were very few places that cared for them. At best, they were an embarrassment to their families, to be isolated from the world, both to spare their relatives embarrassment and to protect them. In the worst case, the madmen were accused of being possessed by demons and burned for witchcraft, in very rare cases madmen were taken for messengers divinely inspired by the gods. This was not the case with the unfortunate Sed. He was curled up on a bed in a small cell with a sturdy door reinforced with iron bands. Viktor was immediately taken aback. While the other patients they had cared for were old or at least prematurely aged from the lives they had led, there was no doubt that Sed was still a young man despite his sunken cheeks and a blank-eyed look. His long hair that hung i
The Damenburg castle was a almost impregnable defensive structure. Able to support a siege for years due to the large amount of resources and supplies that were inside.If any intruder was able to infiltrate, it would meet many unpleasant surprises. As the Metroidvania construction of the castle caused its route partially labyrinthic and convoluted.Some areas of the castle were fully blocked and removable if certain items that worked as a key was not possessed.The location of the castle was a total mystery, because it was inside a valley between mountains and in the center of a forest with a deep fog.If the location of the castle was discovered, any unwanted guest would find many dangers designed to eradicate them.The first danger that any invader would face would be a dark forest with a fog so dense and deep that blocked solar light almost in its entirety. Unable to see, the invaders would be lost inside during hours, and even days. Well, the
After nonchalantly walking to the front of the assailant group, Isabell looked around.“Everyone, thank you for gathering in this place for me. Oh yeah, who is your leader? Could we negotiate for a moment? "Seeing that the bandits looked at one of their own, Isabell got the information she wanted. Which meant that with the exception of this man, the others were more than cockroaches. Blood tastes better if it comes from someone strong."What ... what do you want to negotiate?"After seeing the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen, the man who seemed to be her leader finally regained his composure and advanced towards her."Ahh, forgive me. The negotiation was just a joke to get the information she wanted. Forgive me."A few men looked confused, and in search of answers they began to look at each other, but among these men ...
A carriage was speeding away from the walled city.Four strong horses pulled a carriage that was large enough to carry six passengers.The surrounding area was unexpectedly illuminated by a bright moon hanging in the sky… But still, it was foolish to travel in haste on a night like this. Putting up lights, making camp and standing guard would be a wiser decision.To say that the night was a world in which humans were not in control would not be enough. To put it more clearly, the places where the light did not reach did not belong to humans. Countless animals and monsters lurked at night, many of which could see through the darkness and attack humans.On a dangerous night like this, the passengers only felt a slight vibration as the carriage moved down the road.This small vibration was not due to the carriage having excellent suspension, but rather because the carriage wa
Donn started running toward the lower part of town. The city of Riverheim was built at the junction of two rivers, whose flow merged into a new great river which extended from Riverland to the west coast of the Kingdom of Lothal, in Sealand.Due to the conflagration of the Y-shaped river, the city of Riverheim was divided into three main sectors; to the north was the commercial sector, where most of the artisans and middle-class bourgeois population were found; To the south was the Aristocratic Sector, although it had such a pompous name, in reality there were also the headquarters of the guilds, the cathedral of the quartet and the central church in the Duchy of Riverland of the Six Gods, although separated from the public and only available to a few, was the Villa Noble that covered the entire western area of the sector; To the East the popular sector was located, ignoring the beautiful name, that was the place where the poor neighborhoods were, that being t
Azrael looked around the luxurious room. Of course, if one were to compare this room with the rooms in Damenburg Castle, then it could be said that this room did not have any charm.Sure, that wasn't something surprising since he had simply chosen the wrong object to compare. It was like comparing iron to platinum.But even if platinum was higher in price, iron had another kind of utility.Azrael focused his gaze on the corner of the room and found that the luggage was already ready and assembled. They could leave immediately if they wanted to. Since Azrael hadn't prepared it, Isabell must have made it herself when she had left the restaurant."You should have let me pack the luggage."“What are you saying Azrael? Did you want to check my underwear? You are a perverted angel "The young woman straightened her body and shook her head. She was Isabell Dra
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"Is this how your parents met?" asked a handsome man with night-black hair and deep eyes brimming with charisma."Romantic. Don't you think? " were the words of a charming girl whose beauty would amaze anyone who witnessed her, her silver hair was combed in such a way that she had a fringe that covered her left eye; her slim body and abnormally pale skin gave him a fragile appearance."I suppose ... he has the charm of him" said the handsome man, who wore an elegant long-sleeved black raincoat over a black leather jerkin which fitted perfectly to his torso; Gala pants along with refined black shoes finished making up his outfit."Right?" were the words spoken by the charming girl, who was wearing a beautiful black dress with red details; Her dress had a prominent victory style, so on her torso she had a tight corset which highlighted her feminine curves."Moving on to a less ... peculiar topic" began
"I offer you my humble respects, Earl Drake." The man's accent was particularly strong; it was obvious that he was a foreigner. Imperial, perhaps, or farther west, Leom thought, trying to place it. "And you, fair lady," he added as he turned to Shandri, "you are lovely. A beautiful rose between these two withered thorns. "The woman's face lit up at the simple compliment. A lopsided smile crept to her lips and she bowed gracefully without taking her gaze from the man's eyes. And what eyes did she have! They were of animal intensity, loaded with nameless appetites. She was swallowed up by that gaze and willingly surrendered to the sensation.The man had power and was not averse to exploiting it. A slow predatory smile appeared on her face.Shandri felt a force draw her toward the newcomer. It was a subtle but compelling sensation. She took a step toward him."Stop staring at him, woman, he's very unse
Shandri sat on the edge of the old man's bed and wiped the blood-streaked saliva off his chin, then turned her attention to his uncle. He had known him all his life. In other times he had kissed the ground where he walked, but with age he came to understand that man was a worm. "And I suppose I have no say in the matter." Leom studied his niece for an awkward moment as she pushed her long blonde hair away from her face. She was beautiful in her own way, with fair skin and fine bones. The combination of her gave him a charming air of delicacy, although in reality the young woman she possessed the bad temper of the Drake family and she could be as devious as a weasel if she wished. “Not in the least, I'm afraid, my dear. I wish it were otherwise, but I'm not the one who made the law. By accident of birth ... you turned out to be ... female. With no male children, your father's line ends and mine begins as the oldest