Journal of the Amnesiac Wizard: A Setosorcerer/FyreUk/GoldSolace Story

- Entry #23: The Staff Retrival {Part One of Two}-

When I woke up, there was coldness all around me, my limbs felt stiff and frozen. It took me a moment to gather my bearings, and the sudden headache seized me which made a groan slip through my lips. I lifted my arm, which was accompanied by the sounds of chains. I rubbed the back of my hand, feeling some type of sticky feeling on my finger and I looked at them, seeing crimson red. Oh great, I have a bump on my head and bleeding as well. Well, it felt like the bleeding stopped, so that is good but it is annoying.

My eyes flickered to the cuff around my wrist, realization crossed me as I saw another cuff around my other wrist. I let my hand drop into my lap, well, I'm in a cell of some type. Great, so talking didn't work and here I was really hoping it would. I gritted my teeth together, I hate this. I wanted them to listen and yet I knew the likelihood that they would be was very low but I still wanted it to work.

Well, let's see if I can cast spells even with these magic dampening cuffs around my wrists. I held my hand up, focusing my mana to my palm, and a light flickers to life floating in my hand. I smile as I stare at it. I can tell my powers have been weakened, but they aren't inaccessible.

I close my hand, diminishing the light and swallowing me back into darkness. The only light is the faint glow of the torches on the walls that are moments away from flickering out completely. My eyes looked around me, three stone walls with one wall being a set of iron bars. There was dry blood that stained the floor in the corner of my cell which probably served as a tactic to scare whoever was chained hereafter whatever poor soul they tortured and left evidence of.

There were no guards, nothing, at least none that I could see, I could sense that I wasn't alone down here, there was a least one other magical signature and other presences that don't have magical signatures meaning they must be chained up as prisoners like me.

I leaned my back against the wall, my eyes widen when I realize the lack of weight on my back. I reach behind me and touch my back, they took Nicholas's staff and my sword belt. Well, I have to get those back, in the wrong hands, Nicholas's staff would do more bad than good and my sword is one of the few mementos of Estir that I have.

I balled my hands into fists and force my feet under me, ignoring the fact that I felt pins and needles shoot up my legs when I moved them. I wonder how long I have been unconscious for that feeling to register. Yet again, it is so cold down here that I can see my breath each time I breathe in and out. They must make it cold as some type of mental torture tactic against the prisoners they keep.

I look at the chains, focusing on one which I saw started to heat up in an orangish-yellow glow before melting. I smile before doing the same thing to the other chain. I'll have to get the cuffs off later, their effects are still weakening my powers but I think I manage with the debuff. I walk up to the cell door and put one finger on the lock. "Arkana malgranda eksplodo," I chanted in which a small mage circle appeared before a small explosion broke the lock off and the door flung open.

Well, that wasn't as quiet as I wanted it to be. I stepped out and heard footfalls fast approaching which my eyes glanced towards my right and saw that guards were coming at me. I turned towards them.

"How are you still able to use magic?!" one of them shouted at me but I just smirked at them. I held my hand up towards the guards and they skidded to a stop before they threw spells of their own at me.

I bend my arm up towards me "Arkana ŝildo!" I chanted which prompted the mage circle to appear, the spells ricocheting off of it. I extend my hand out again, the circle vanished before another one activated in front of my hand. "Arkana fulmo eksplodis!" In front of me, a white flash hit before a bolt of lightning burst from the circle and struck the guards head on. The wind whipped me back a step from the sheer strength of the spell. I deactivated the spell before running past the downed guards, some injured while others were trying to recover from disorientation from the loud strike of sound that assaulted their eardrums.