They keep staring expectantly at me, Theo's fingers keep taping the table impatiently, while Whynn and Bear move closer to hear better, and shield what's about to be discussed from the rest of the tavern. Aldor has reverted to his icy cold self, and the flicker of warmth and something else are nowhere to be seen, thankfully.
"Well lads" I start, putting on my most solemn face " It is my pleasure to inform you that a certain item in the possession of the city's magic council is no longer a threat to the Dragons of the North, and that we have been pardoned of the crime of disrupting the order and peace of the middle and outer's city female and female-at-heart population" I ceremoniously take the scroll detailing our deeds and pass it to Bear, who starts laughing as if there was no tomorrow. When the scroll makes the full circle many of my friends are laughing uproariously, and some even have tears in their eyes. Theo is the first to talk. With a fisted hand on the table and wiping his tears he looks at me with mirth. "How did you manage it, bro? Ya know how difficult it is to get past the magic protections undetected, and them glamors just don't hold in there! Yet you took the scroll, left a fake with the pardon, took the stolen orb from the vaults and slipped out without anyone noticing!" A smirk appears on my face as I prepare to tell the tale.
"Well, I just did my thing, you know. Those little barriers can't detect well crafted invisibility spells, and my forgeries are the best this side of the kingdom. As for the vaults... It was difficult to get around the hexes on the golden doors, but once I figured out that they were written in Drakian it was a piece of cake to decode them." The guys are positively impressed, I can tell. I don't usually gloat and pride myself on what I do, but a stunt such as yesterday's merits some recognition.
First, I must give a bit of context on how we got here.
Around a fortnight ago, the city's inner circle woke up to the angry shouts and blazing spells of an enraged husband. One of the most prominent nobles in the kingdom had discovered that his meek little wife was actually a cheating vixen who consorted with one of the members of the "Dragons of the North" the name that our gang received by popular opinion. Said member was, you guessed it, Whynn. Then, around a week ago, a very disturbed parent found his only heir mewling like a kitten underneath Theo, in a very unflattering position for a guy. A month ago, Bear was caught slipping out of the window of a convent dedicated to the Holy Mother of the Stars and the same night Aldor, usually very careful with his conquests, had been caught out of guard when a very confused fiancee found his Bride-to-be and her 4 maids-of-honor entangled in her bed with him at sun-up. Marcus and I weren't caught in anything, since he believes that such deeds must be for love (hopeless romantic that he is) and I cannot risk being discovered.
Okay, so, the thing is that all of these guys got together and filed a complaint to the Magic council, the organism that regulates magic Gangs, Guilds and deeds so that the normal population feels safe from those who can bend reality. The council sent a summons for Theo, and communicated to him that unless the guys could keep it in their pants, they would land us all in the dungeons for 5 years. Since the guys can't do what the council asked, the logical thing to do was to change the edict for our imprisonment into a Pardon, and replace the memory orb (the object which has the memories and feelings of the people slighted contained into little "chapters") with one that had forged memories on it. The people on it were very happy with the "favors we had provided" and didn't want to file a complaint for what had happened. Making the forgeries had been way too easy, and not even arcane detection spells could tell the deputies that what they had on their hands was a fake. My secret? Writing them by hand and then hexing them with the "lethany of the dark scribe", a reeeeally old pre disappearance spell book that had only two copies in existence. One of the books is in the king's private library and the other landed, by a weird coincidence, on my private spellbook collection. The lethany not only allows anything written by hand to become an identical twin of the thing being forged, but it also casts an undetectable charm that causes that whenever somebody touches and reads the document, whatever it's written on it becomes the truth, and nobody gives the matter a second thought. The orb was a bit more tricky to accomplish. The lethany allows me to make forgeries of almost anything, but first the ingredients used for the original object must be present. For a memory orb you need a glass orb filled to the brim with nightshade (a very cool little plant that grows only in cemeteries and blooms once every 10 years), powdered amethysts that have been touched by a white butterfly (difficult to find, since 3/4 of the butterflies in the kingdom are black) water from the Upsidedown river (which can be acquired via the magic market) and the tears of a blushing maiden. For that one I had to ask Marcus to tell me the rowdiest joke he could muster while hitting my little toe on a corner of the table in his bedroom. Needless to say, I got the tears of a blushing maiden.
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In The Blood
Novela JuvenilLouise Von Sierbet is the daughter of a burgess family who has a rare ability: she can do Magic. Tradition states that only men can wield the elemental powers, but weirdly enough, she was born with her curse. Or is it a blessing? Many know of her ab...
