Vexil.
Mira Reinholt the mage narrows his eyelids as he looks away to the west, for the moment not sensing as he does so.
Some of the others in the group stop when they notice the once powerful mage has stopped and is looking away to their right.
After a moment, the mage who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, slightly nods to himself. Then he puts his right gloved hand into an inner pocket of his cloak, and he drains the power from one of the gems he has there.
"You should probably run" says Mira Reinholt the mage, and before anyone can ask him why? The Vexillian mage in exile adds "Mageglobe heading this way".
The spellcaster who was once more powerful than any other mage to be found in The Southlands, briefly pauses before continuing with "Heading towards me".
"Flee!" shouts Beldane the cleric as Tamric Drubine the field commander is just about to protest what the mage Reinholt has just suggested.
"Don't cast" says Mira Reinholt to the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine, and Saanea the witch.
"It might target you instead" adds the swordmaster who was, and to this day, the youngest ever member of the Mage Council of Vexil.
The practitioner of magic who is a member of Lord Farque's personal council briefly pauses as if he's listening to something or someone. Which he is.
Then he says "Nevermind" followed by "It's targeted at a mage" councilor Reinholt continues in a dry tone with "Me".
The once powerful mage turns to his left and says to field commander Drubine "Go" he then adds "You should be fine if you're clear".
Both Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy and Lisell Maera the scout don't need to be told again, they're moving off, quickly too.
Zam the ex mercenary along with Tovis the war engineer quickly follow, and hurry off to the south like the spy Tanith and the scout Maera.
After a moment, sir Percavelle Lé Dic starts moving off, loudly muttering "Damn evil magic, wot".
Though the large heavily armoured knight only started moving after Dorc da Orc shrugged and started walking away.
Tamric Drubine the field commander after one last look at the mage Reinholt, moves off as well. With him goes Saanea the witch along with Malisse aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman, who tells the exiled Vexillian mage "Be careful you idiot".
The mage Reinholt just nods his hooded head in response to that from his fellow member of Lord Farque's personal council.
Then finally Beldane the cleric and Shur Kee the monk move off, though the once powerful practitioner of magic sees that the two of them don't go far. As he still see them amongst the trees to the south of the small clearing he's in.
Both the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine along with the acolyte in the order of Bru Li, have stopped and are looking back at him.
The Vexillian mage in exile isn't worried about those two. As out of the group with him at this time.
They're the two who can most easily defend themselves, and the others from whatever it is that's the mageglobe heading this way will do.
Beldane with his shear brute force of magic that he has, along with the extremely powerful, not to mention highly erratic magical mace that he as well.
And Shur Kee, due to the strange powers that he possess. Which aren't magical at all. And are something completely different all together.
"So what does it actually do?" quietly asks Mira Reinholt the mage as he peers through the trees to the west of the small clearing he's in.
"It's searching you out" is the quiet reply from Narladene the ground pixie who is only visible to the once powerful mage.
The highly skilled swordmaster steps back amongst the trees, and he slightly scowls when the tiny winged creature hovering to his right, quietly tells him "It's going to find you no matter what".
The spellcaster who when he had all his powers, was more powerful than any other mage of his generation to be found in The Southlands.
Who lost the vast majority of his power when he accidentally cast a rift/void spell that sent him offworld a number of years ago.
Then asks the naturally magical creature who has come to warn him of the impending danger "Then what?".
"Blow you up of course" is the reply from Narladene the ground pixie, who grins as the Vexillian mage in exile sourly smiles as he looks at her.
"Where is it?" quietly asks the practitioner of magic who is a member of Lord Farque's personal council.
"There" replies the naturally magical creature who adds "That way" she follows that with "It's weaving side to side, trying to locate you".
Mira Reinholt nods his hooded head as he looks to where the tiny winged creature has pointed, then he says "Not moving particularly quickly I take it?".
"Correct" is the reply from Narladene who is just glad the once powerful mage is speaking in common and not elven.
Due to the fact both his accent, and the way he pronounces the elven language is pretty atrocious in the opinion of the ground pixie.
The mage Reinholt slightly nods as he's created such mageglobes himself, and he figures it's moving barely more than walking speed.
It will increase speed and start moving rapidly when it actually locates him. There will be some advantage to Mira who already has in mind what he'll do to counter the living piece of magic that's heading this way.
The once powerful mage continues to step back amongst the trees, and he quietly asks the ground pixie "What's that royal thief you hang out with up to?".
The spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster hopes his fellow practitioner of magic Helbe the elven thief is taking care of the mage who has trying to kill him.
For if there's anyone who can get rid of a powerful spellcaster like a mage, it's the elven magic user who is a member of the royal family that rules the island principality of Laerel.
"Trying to deal with that mage who is hellbent on trying to kill you" is the reply from the naturally magical creature who is originally from The Sunreach Mountains.
Mira Reinholt lifts an eyebrow in surprise, and in a tone similar, he says "Trying?" followed by "Are you telling me that thief is having some difficulty with killing someone?".
Narladene grunts at that, and though she doesn't say anything, she does nod her head yes in reply to what the Vexillian mage in exile just said.
"Fuck" mutters the mage who is also a highly skilled swordmaster, who then silently adds, this might be a bit more difficult than I thought.
Hmmm, Helbe the elven thief thinks to himself as he steps up behind one of the Vexillian soldiers walking through the forest.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user glances towards the nearby mage who is leading the group of soldiers in the army of the city-state of Vexil.
Then the elven master assassin silently releases the spike puncher from the right sleeve of his cloak.
And he punches it into the base of the skull of the unsuspecting Vexillian soldier who has no idea who is right behind him.
The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel has already shifted before the Vexillian soldier falls to the ground dead.
The highly talented elven magic user does the same thing to another of the soldiers, this one further to the right.
And with two of them dead in mere moments, it's finally noticed by another of the soldiers that two of his fellow soldiers are dead.
"Mage Garmen!" says one of the Vexillian soldiers, who then quickly adds "Myburn and Quaills are down".
The large squad of soldiers, along with the mage who is leading them come to a stop, and look around, and find two of their number dead.
"What the?" mutters the mage Garmen as and the soldiers with him look around, trying to see who was responsible for the deaths of two of the squad.
"Spread out" orders the mage in the black hoodless cloak, who quickly comes to the conclusion that Myburn and Quaills were killed by a practitioner of magic.
"Beware" says the Vexillian mage, who continues with "There's a spellcaster of some kind in the area" he follows that with "Keep your wits about you, and call out if you notice something".
The practitioner of magic in the army of the city-state of Vexil who is sensing his mageglobe in the distance, continuing to head eastwards.
Thinks about something for a moment, then he quickly casts a spell, sending in all directions out from him.
"Shit" mutters Helbe the elven thief, who is just glad he shifted back up into the sky, above the treetops after killing two of the Vexillian soldiers.
As he senses then sees what the powerful mage down below has just cast, the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel slightly winces to himself.
This mage is a hell of a lot smarter than most of them, the elven masterthief thinks to himself as he watches with his magical senses the detect spellcaster spell the mage has just cast going outwards from the powerful practitioner of magic.
And though the elven master assassin is shielded, he's pretty certain because of how powerful that particular spell is. If it hit him, there's a good chance the Vexillian army mage would detect him.
The elven princeling from the island principality of Laerel then looks away to the east as he senses in that direction.
And quickly locates the mageglobe that's heading in that direction. He feels that it's picking up speed now. And that can only mean one thing.
"Think it's found you" says Narladene the ground pixie, who after a slight pause, nods then continues with "Yeah it's found you".
Mira Reinholt the mage sourly smiles, then he looks to where the tiny winged creature hovering to his right, points.
"It'll directly attack you when it catches sight of you" says the naturally magical creature who hails from the Sunreach Mountains, and has 'attached' herself to Helbe the elven thief.
"I thought as much" murmurs the once powerful mage who stops backing up, and prepares for the rapidly approaching living piece of magic created by a mage in the army of the city-state of Vexil.
"There" quickly says Narladene who points across the nearby clearing, to the trees to the west of it. The Vexillian mage in exile nods his hooded head a couple of moments later as he too spots the mageglobe.
Which spins in the air, then finally spots the once powerful mage. And when it does, it shoots through the air, directly at the spellcaster who was once the most powerful mage of his generation, to be found anywhere in The Southlands.
Mira Reinholt might not be as powerful as he once was. But he's far more intelligent than most other mages when it comes to combat.
So as he watches the mageglobe come shooting towards him, the exiled Vexillian mage creates two of his own, one after the other. Something most mages, no matter how powerful they are, find difficult to do.
His mageglobes shoot off from him, as they do the spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster slams up wards around himself.
Though he winces and mutters "Shit" as he does so. As braces for the worst. Which he suspects is going to be bad.
The first mageglobe created by Mira Reinholt goes by the incoming living piece of magic, barely brushing it. Doing nothing to it, or so it seems.
Mira's first mageglobe continues onwards, picking up speed, getting faster and faster as it does so. For it's already done half of what it's purpose is. And that was to identify the mage that's attacking its creator. Quickly doing so, as it heads back along the path the incoming mageglobe came from. Though moving much faster, and in a more direct line.
As for the mage Reinholt's second living piece of magic. It does what it was supposed to do. And that's to intercept the incoming mageglobe.
And the mageglobes, both the size of an apple. Hit each other in midair, with the inevitable results. A massive explosion in the middle of the forest, on this cold winters day here in the north of the city-state of Vexil.
Trees are blasted to bits, and others are knocked down, hundreds of feet in all directions from the blast center. Which turns out to be a massive crater in the ground, as dirt and debris are flung up into the sky.
Mira Reinholt the mage sourly smiles to himself as he's caught up in the middle of the massive explosion and as he's flung backwards, and before he blacks out. The once powerful mage feels his wards being shredded apart as no way they'll survive such an explosion that's rocked this part of the heavily forested hills here in northern Vexil . . . . . .
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