Corcoran had just finished washing the room where he had botched an experiment. Kartu had been furious when he had walked in to see pieces of Corcoran’s experiment all over the walls. The experiment had ended with a loud crash and the table he had been working on was in splinters spread across the room.
He had been working on what would eventually be the piece of metal on the end of his walking staff. The spell he had been trying to instil in the metal was a fire bolt spell; but his level of training had not been high enough to enchant the metal. Kartu had scolded him severely as he came down from his private chambers to investigate the noise.
Corcoran had been casting from a scroll he had found in his master’s library. Research was a major part of his apprenticeship. Kartu could recite many spells from memory but Corcoran had trouble remembering the simplest spells. Magic did not come easy to him. If were not for the many pieces of parchment paper found in the library he would not be able to cast a single spell with out them. This had infuriated his master.
The metal he was working with was a small amount but after the explosion it seemed like more than he had used. There were pieces of metal beaded up on the walls and the door had small scars from the molten metal all over it. Now that he was done cleaning the room he would have to go and find Kartu to see if there was a lesson for today.
Kartu was up in the black pool room. He had used this room for far-seeing. The door was open and Corcoran could see an image in the black pool, it looked like his home town of Colodia. Corcoran knocked on the open door for fear of the warlock’s wrath if he did not. Kartu waved his hand over the small pool of mysterious liquid and it returned to its normal black appearance.
“Master” Corcoran began, “Do you have a lesson for me today?”
“I think your failed experiment was enough of a lesson for you today.” Kartu responded. “If you must have another lesson today than it shall be in the library. You need to read up on enchanting items before you try it again. Go, read from the books in my library on enchantment and make sure you learn something before you bother me again.”
Corcoran slinked out of the room leaving Kartu to his far-seeing. He did not want to disturb him anymore; just the fact that he had to report to him after cleaning his mess was disturbing to Corcoran. He made his way to the east tower to follow the spiralling stairs down to the second floor of the castle where the library was located.
There were hundreds of books and spells in the library. Parchment paper was stacked in one corner to create scrolls with for using magic above ones casting level. He had hordes and hordes of parchment paper in his own chamber. He needed them to write out each of the spells he could remember every day. He would need to have a scroll for ease of casting. Occasionally a messenger would visit the castle and request a scroll, Kartu would only allow one kind of spell to be sold on a scroll. It was a spell to create a magical fire to aid with starting campfires. It was a low level spell but occasionally for extra three or four pieces of gold Corcoran would hide an extra higher level spell in with the scroll for sale.
If Kartu ever caught him selling these spells he would be expelled for releasing untold power on those who sought it. Kartu was dead set on being the most powerful warlock on the continent.
Corcoran had his objections to Kartu’s way of conducting business; but he dared not let them known. He would find him on the receiving end of a powerful spell that Kartu kept up his sleeve. He was a very underhanded teacher and Corcoran’s slow speed of learning at times angered the warlock.
He had been working on what would eventually be the piece of metal on the end of his walking staff. The spell he had been trying to instil in the metal was a fire bolt spell; but his level of training had not been high enough to enchant the metal. Kartu had scolded him severely as he came down from his private chambers to investigate the noise.
Corcoran had been casting from a scroll he had found in his master’s library. Research was a major part of his apprenticeship. Kartu could recite many spells from memory but Corcoran had trouble remembering the simplest spells. Magic did not come easy to him. If were not for the many pieces of parchment paper found in the library he would not be able to cast a single spell with out them. This had infuriated his master.
The metal he was working with was a small amount but after the explosion it seemed like more than he had used. There were pieces of metal beaded up on the walls and the door had small scars from the molten metal all over it. Now that he was done cleaning the room he would have to go and find Kartu to see if there was a lesson for today.
Kartu was up in the black pool room. He had used this room for far-seeing. The door was open and Corcoran could see an image in the black pool, it looked like his home town of Colodia. Corcoran knocked on the open door for fear of the warlock’s wrath if he did not. Kartu waved his hand over the small pool of mysterious liquid and it returned to its normal black appearance.
“Master” Corcoran began, “Do you have a lesson for me today?”
“I think your failed experiment was enough of a lesson for you today.” Kartu responded. “If you must have another lesson today than it shall be in the library. You need to read up on enchanting items before you try it again. Go, read from the books in my library on enchantment and make sure you learn something before you bother me again.”
Corcoran slinked out of the room leaving Kartu to his far-seeing. He did not want to disturb him anymore; just the fact that he had to report to him after cleaning his mess was disturbing to Corcoran. He made his way to the east tower to follow the spiralling stairs down to the second floor of the castle where the library was located.
There were hundreds of books and spells in the library. Parchment paper was stacked in one corner to create scrolls with for using magic above ones casting level. He had hordes and hordes of parchment paper in his own chamber. He needed them to write out each of the spells he could remember every day. He would need to have a scroll for ease of casting. Occasionally a messenger would visit the castle and request a scroll, Kartu would only allow one kind of spell to be sold on a scroll. It was a spell to create a magical fire to aid with starting campfires. It was a low level spell but occasionally for extra three or four pieces of gold Corcoran would hide an extra higher level spell in with the scroll for sale.
If Kartu ever caught him selling these spells he would be expelled for releasing untold power on those who sought it. Kartu was dead set on being the most powerful warlock on the continent.
Corcoran had his objections to Kartu’s way of conducting business; but he dared not let them known. He would find him on the receiving end of a powerful spell that Kartu kept up his sleeve. He was a very underhanded teacher and Corcoran’s slow speed of learning at times angered the warlock.
Part 4 continues....
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