Zibnizik wasn’t at the room. Bin checked around, confused. He knew the gnome was not at class, and he usually preferred to do his experiments in his personal lab. Zib must have been out doing…something. Bin didn’t know what to think about that. He would have liked to have talked with Zibnizik, ask the gnome’s opinion. Sit down in a chair and talk about his day, while the gnome grunted and continued on with his […]

“Did you happen to just come from Mister Path’s class?” Bin nodded, and ate his lunch. And continued to eat. The Season Leaves were paying, and he was making sure it was worth it. “What did you think?” His mother always told him to keep his mouth shut and count to thirty before badmouthing anyone of power. If he still wanted to retort, he had to count until he couldn’t count anymore. Bin was terrible […]

Raemillin considered them all in turn. He scoffed, and turned away. “Bellami,” He said. “Apologize to the young half-ogre.” An elf appeared, and bowed to Bin. “My apologies. I didn’t look where I was going.” Bin stuck his tongue out at Bellami. “How quaint.” She said, before walking away. “There’s been an apology. I hope you forgive her rudeness,” Raemillin said, though his head was directed to Nutrose rather than Bin. The elf moved closer, […]

Bin had heard of the dreaded time of adolescence. When young mages of all races established their hierarchy. They made deals, clung to those with power, and dominated anyone who seemed even the slightest bit subservient. All in the name of social progress. But the Circle of Bel Haven was not like that, supposedly. Beyond Bin, all of the apprentices were supposed to be mature students of the art of magic. Each individual was hand-picked […]

Bin was falling asleep again. He wasn’t bored. Mister Path’s lectures were exciting, especially in his class on artifacts and the effect time and legend has upon them. They were full of stories, and debates on the very matter of magic, something the young ogre mage desperately wanted to know more about. In fact, Mister Path was in the middle of one such story now. “Imagine it, if you will. The great armies of the […]

That Lady Rune’s workshop was seldom visited was both unusual and expected. Why anyone would not want to study runes and their application seemed unbelievable. The cryptic alphabet bestowed power upon the inanimate, making wonders out of the ordinary that even the simplest fool could wield with confidence and power. Rune work was also one of the few positions in the Circle of Bel Haven where one could actually make a living. Most areas of […]