Northern Vexil.
Beldane the cleric senses it about to happen, and briefly catches a glimpse of it too. Just before he winces, having already slammed up the strongest wards he can.
The powerful fighting cleric in the church of Glaine has extended them to protect Shur Kee the monk who is standing close by.
He need not of bothered. For when he glances over at the short statured monk, he finds the acolyte in the order of Bru Li standing there with his eyes closed, and a faint white light surrounding him. Just as the impact of the explosion hits the two of them.
Beldane grimaces as he staggers back as flying debris, mainly trees smash into his barrier and protection spells.
As a cloud of dirt and other debris goes mushrooming up into the clear morning sky not far from where they're standing.
The powerful practitioner of magic who hails from the kingdom of Nastell looks around, and sees every single tree has been knocked over in all directions for a least a few hundred feet, with a crater in the center of them.
Beldane senses, then quickly looks to where Mira Reinholt the mage was standing back from the nearby clearing, which no longer exists.
The fighting cleric can still sense one of the mage Reinholt's mageglobes heading off to the west somewhere through the forest, at speed too.
So he knows the Vexillian mage in exile is still alive. But he can't see the once powerful mage at all, and winces as he looks to where a lot of the debris is falling.
Looking over at the monk who is originally from the far east coast of the continent, Beldane the cleric says "Shur Kee hurry".
Dropping his wards, the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine adds "Help me find Mira" followed by "He's still alive".
The physical adept opens his eyes after he comes out of his trance, and after hearing what the powerful practitioner of magic just said, Shur Kee the monk says "Of course friend Beldane".
The short statured monk who is an honorary member of Lord Farque's personal council, adds "We shall find him".
And he follows after the powerful cleric who hurries over to where he last saw Mira Reinholt the mage. In a part of the forest that's been absolutely devastated from the explosion where two mageglobes collided and ended their existence.
"Hell" mutters Helbe the elven thief as he looks away to the east, and he sees the large cloud of debris mushrooming up into the clear winters sky.
From where he's floating a few hundred feet above the treetops, the highly talented elven magic user can see a little under a mile away. A large chunk of the forest has basically been flattened.
With trees smashed apart, or whacked straight down to the ground, now with a crater at the center of the where the explosion took place.
To his elven sensibilities, the destruction of the forest is frankly disgusting to the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel.
But for all that, the elven masterthief can't help but admire the pure force of the devastation created by the living pieces of magic created by two battling mages.
The elven master assassin, who as usual can't sense his fellow practitioner of magic, Mira Reinholt the mage.
Senses for something else instead. As he knows that the once powerful mage, is highly skilled when it comes to combat against other mages.
As Mira Reinholt had the chance of becoming a battlemage, or what was previously known as a war or housemage hundreds of years ago.
The first such mage in nearly a century here in The Southlands. Until he lost most of his powers a number of years ago when he went offworld through a rift/void he accidentally cast.
The elven master archer slightly nods his hooded head, after sighing in relief knowing that the mage Reinholt still lives.
For the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel senses another mageglobe heading this way, and heading this way at speed too.
The member of the royal family that rules the island principality of Laerel quickly looks down at the mage in the Vexillian army below him. A mage by the name of Garmen according to the soldiers with him.
The elven princeling from Laerel sourly smiles as he he sees the Vexillian army mage is grinning as he looks up into the sky to the east, and watches the cloud of debris in the distance.
The highly talented elven magic user continues to sense Mira's mageglobe still heading this way. Wonders if the mage Garmen can sense it too. As it looks like the mage in the army of the city-state of Vexil is busy gloating at what he's just done.
Then the elven masterthief slightly nods to himself as he feels the mage Garmen sensing. And he sees a frown appear on the face of the mage in the forest below him.
Helbe the elven thief or prince Helbenthril Raendril to give him his full name and title, floats further to one side as he feels Mira's mageglobe getting closer and closer.
The elven master assassin wonders what the living piece of magic will do. As he senses it suddenly drop down into the ground.
Whatever it's going to do. The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel knows that this will be his chance.
As there's a fairly good chance that the mage Garmen's wards will be weakened with what's about to happen.
The elven princeling who is a member of Lord Farque's personal council, who is also the undead warlord's envoy. Gets ready to act, as he waits for the inevitable.
Sensing what's coming towards him at speed, and is now below the ground, Garmen the mage calls out "Move!".
The Vexillian army mage continues with "Something's going to attack me" followed by "Get away!".
The soldiers with the mage follow orders, and they start hurrying away from him, as they suspect something magical, and rather violent is going to happen.
Especially considering they just heard a massive explosion somewhere away to the east of them. An explosion which they can see the aftermath of, above the trees in that direction.
The Vexillian army mage sneers in disgust as he senses the mageglobe heading his way has gone beneath the ground.
Garmen knows some mages have their living pieces of magic do this, as many of their spellcasting opponents, often forget to ward below them.
Not so the mage in the army of the city-state of Vexil. Whose wards are completely around him, including above him, as well as underneath him.
"Come on" mutters the mage who ranks as an officer in the Vexillian army "What have you got for me?" adds the mage, who like all mages, is an extremely powerful spellcaster.
Garmen knows that his opponent still lives, as a mageglobe is coming his way. For if they were dead from the massive explosion that just took place to the east. The living piece of magic would no longer been in existence.
The Vexillian army mage slightly nods to himself as he feels his opponents mageglobe slowing down now.
And he wonders if it's trying to accurately locate him. Most likely to end it's existence directly beneath him.
So the powerful Vexillian practitioner of magic increases his wards underneath him as he senses the approaching mageglobe has almost reached him.
Garmen slightly smiles to himself as he waits for what his opponents mageglobe will do. He's also getting ready to create another mageglobe of his own, to send it after the enemy mage.
But he has to drop his wards to send it off once he creates it. So he waits for the approaching mageglobe to end it's existence.
The funny thing about Mira Reinholt and the mageglobes he creates. Is that he gives his living pieces of magic the ability to think for themselves.
All mages do this to some degree or another. But in the case of the mage Reinholt he takes it to the extreme. As his mageglobes almost have a personality of their own.
And though the once powerful mage gives them their ultimate goal. How they go about it, is more or less up to them. And they have to use their personality, or to be precise, their intelligence to achieve their goal in their short lives.
And this mageglobe is no different than any other mageglobe created by Mira Reinholt. Who has got better with how he creates mageglobes ever since he lost most of his powers a number of years ago.
So the mageglobe 'seeing' what it's target has just done, increasing their wards beneath them. Does what it's creator initially wants it to do.
When just a few feet from the mage who is it's target, it pops up out of the ground, to a height of about four feet, where it does what it's intended to do, and ends it's existence.
When pretty much most mageglobes come to an end, no matter the amount of power it generates, it does so over the largest area it can.
Not so this particular mageglobe, which like pretty much all mageglobes, ends in an explosive manner.
Though the explosion it creates is a hell of a lot different than most explosions, especially ones created by mageglobes.
For this living piece of magic explodes just one way, directly forwards and not spread out at all. In fact the explosion is pretty narrow, just a few feet by a few feet. All forward, directly into the front of the wards put up by the mage Garmen.
Who closes his eyes from the flash of the explosion, which significantly weakens his wards.
And as he stumbles backwards from the explosion, for a brief moment he thinks his barrier and protection spells are going to fail due to the explosion, which is directly in front of him, and no where else.
And though they almost shatter, and are nearly destroyed. They remain up, even though they're far weaker than were when he put them up.
That's all Helbe the elven thief needs, for when he sees the damage created by Mira Reinholt's mageglobe hitting the mage Garmen's wards.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user shifts down, right behind the Vexillian army mage. As he does, the elven master assassin casts a slip spell. His usual spell to go through another spellcasters wards.
The mage Garmen grunts after almost toppling over backwards, he steadies himself, and grins as his wards though badly damaged, remain up.
The powerful practitioner of magic in the army of the city-state of Vexil, is just about to drop them, and create another mageglobe, to send it after the mage somewhere to the east, who he's battling.
When he suddenly feels something at the base of his skull. It's the last thing he feels on this cold winters day, here in the hill country of northern Vexil.
Helbe the elven thief pulls his right hand spike puncher out of the back of the mage Garmen's brain.
And the body of the powerful Vexillian practitioner of magic drops to the ground. The young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel has already shifted away.
Before the first of the nearby Vexillian soldiers who rushed away, return to see what happened to the mage Garmen.
The highly talented elven magic user doesn't even bother to look back at the dead mage as he's up in the sky above the treetops in this part of the forest.
The elf who is a member of the royal family that rules the island principality of Laerel, starts heading east, to where the rest of the group are.
With the exception of Lord Farque, who is on a hilltop, further south, as much as he is east. The elven master archer looks to the cliff like hill the undead warlord is up.
And prince Helbenthril Raendril who can't actually see the large heavily armoured deathlord at the moment.
He suspects the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque is watching the chaos he's unleashed down on the forest road further to the east and south.
"Have you found him friend Beldane?" asks Shur Kee the monk as he looks through a pile of debris, mainly broken trees and shrubs.
The short statured monk looks over at the fighting cleric in the church of Glaine who is nearby looking between some downed trees, who shakes his head no in reply to the acolyte in the order of Bru Li.
Shur Kee frowns, and glances away to his right when he catches sight of movement. The physical adept spots in the distance, Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy and Lisell Maera the scout.
The first of the rest of the group, who are making their way back here after Mira Reinholt the mage told them all to flee.
The monk who is originally from the far east coast of the continent, the kingdom of Wah Lee to be exact.
Turns back to where he's been searching, and is just thinking that Dorc da Orc with his acute sense of smell could easily find the missing Vexillian mage in exile. When he suddenly finds Narladene the ground pixie floating in front of his face.
"Shur Kee over here" quietly says Narladene the ground pixie who doesn't show herself often to the humans in the group with the exception of Lord Farque who can see her no matter what.
The naturally magical creature when she does appear in front of any of the humans in the group, it tends to be either to Mira Reinholt the mage, or Shur Kee the monk. Who she has known the longest, as they were part of the group when she first encountered Helbe the elven thief in the city of Leeabra, the capital of the kingdom of Druvic.
The physical adept hurries after Narladene who flutters away, heading towards a mound of dirt and debris, about quarter the way around the crater where the short statured monk and the fighting cleric have been searching.
"Friend Beldane" says Shur Kee as he hurries after the tiny winged creature who only he can see at this moment.
"This way" adds the monk who is the living incarnation of the Jade Warrior Bru Li, to be exact he's the living conduit for the Jade Warrior's powers.
The fighting cleric looks up from where he's been searching, then he takes off after the physical adept, who is hurrying around the massive crater in the ground.
The short statured monk stops and drops to the ground, and starts digging with his hands, into the side of a mound of dirt and debris.
Beldane glances back behind him, and catches sight of some of the others in the group coming back to this part of the forest, or what's left of it.
"Here" says Shur Kee when the powerful practitioner of magic joins him. The fighting cleric in the church of Glaine starts digging too.
And after a few moments, they come across an arm, with a shredded sleeve, black in colour.
"Hell" mutters Beldane, who then tells the physical adept to step back. When he does, the powerful practitioner of magic casts a spell, and blows away a lot of the dirt and debris in the mound, to reveal the body of Mira Reinholt the mage.
The fighting cleric winces as he looks at his fellow spellcaster, then Beldane after looking over the once powerful mage.
Kneels down beside the unconscious and barely breathing exiled Vexillian mage and starts to heal him with the one of the most powerful spells that he knows . . . . . .
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