Finally it seemed like things were starting to go his way. Drawing the attention of more enemies than he was capable of had bee a very bad course...
Nezuel had never been one for fish. He wasn't on some kind of weird diet but the taste, the feel, and the smell of the meat had always been off....
Thaumaturgy, just another convenient lie to persuade someone, even another player, that he was nothing but a common mage. It was hard to change...
Nezuel watched as the group of adventurers gathered together, slowly forming some type of group. How difficult would it be, he wondered, to pull...
“Thaumaturgy,” Nezuel said, turning from the small iron rod to the man beside him. His eyes glanced across the man's body in an emotionless and...
Melfimancy, a school of magic that was feared and reviled by the common citizen. This was often, no doubt, due to the reputation it had gained...
Nezuel had spotted the Prism shard some time ago, one of the first to do so, or so it seemed, among the other players in the area. He had a...
