Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150330130148/@comment-29458028-20150405085925

Pacman the great wrote: (That sounds... Ominous.)

Hannibal was practicing in the training rooms. The Archmage had determined that Hannibal had to practise the new branch of magic the College had discovered. Unfortunately, Hands was currently in the "manic" side of manic depressive. That made concentrating difficult. He swore as he failed to cast a spell, and, getting annoyed, burnt it to a crisp with his Fire Tendril. He walked outside and into the containment room, where they had managed to confine one of the magical rifts.

"You shouldn't do that," J'zargo said as he approached him. "It's dangerous."

"Frankly, I don't care," Hannibal replied. As he finished drawing power from the rift, he cast one of the new spells, and was suprised when he actually succeeded. A beam of energy erupted from his hand, melting some of the masonry, and he quickly stopped the spell.

"That is quite impressive," he  conceded, "but you have to do it without taking power from the rift."

"How about this," Hannibal muttered, casting another beam of energy, but this time a lot weaker.

"Rubbish."

Hannibal sighed and and started casting a spell, slowly. After a few seconds, it had charged and Hannibal cast a Sonic Blast at J'zargo. He yelped and fell to the ground in an undignified heap. Hannibal went down to the library.

"Do you have any books on the Ebony Blade?" he asked the librarian, Ulag. "Regrettably, there are no books on the fabled artifact. Surely you've heard the news about the Crimson Demoness lately, right? She's said to wield the cursed weapon in her hands. Many have died by her hand" said the old orc.

"A fortress of Vigilants was found dead recently, you know?"