100 HP
MAX HP
90 EN
MAX EN
Seeing Megan’s magic work its way up the wall in a glorious frozen sheet of ice, Emil couldn’t help the tiny green monster inside him that suddenly became very jealous. Having wasted his one free re-roll on turning his magic from Phantasma to Pyromancy had seemed like such a good idea. But Pyromancy couldn’t do anything close to what the little ice witch could.
He cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the feeling. He just had to learn more spells, go on more adventures, get more experience. Maybe he could concoct something to that degree if he knew more! Then again, fire was a very selfish element…
That’s amazing, he said with a low whistle of appreciation. He was, if anything, very good at deceiving others when he needed to. The top isn’t covered, but if we get halfway up, you should be able to cast again. He paused, walking forward and placing his hand against the flash frozen wall. The cold bit at the skin of his palm and made him wince. Glancing over his shoulder, he spoke again. Here’s what I was thinking…
Concentrating, his leather-bound grimoire appeared with a puff of grey smoke in his free hand. By its own will, the book opened, and pages began to rapidly flip until they miraculously stopped nearest the middle of the book. One good eye turned to the yellowing pages, the scrawled notes and incantations that were there. Under his breath, he began to chant while the scent of burning wood slowly perfumed the air. Beneath the hand that was still pressed against the cold wall, the ice began to melt until it was a small shelf instead of a sheet. It was enough room for someone to either grip with their hands or rest their foot.
See? Hand and footholds, Emil said with a smirk, the book closing and disappearing with a sharp command word.
I’ve memorized the spell so I can go first and start making them. Ah, if you guys can reinforce them for, ah, Sir Alonso’s weight, that’d be great.
As so, Emil began to climb.