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Eliwood yawned and turned the page of a large book. He sat at a long table filled with piles
and piles of heavy books, pulled from the the nearby shelves. His elbow leaned on the table and his head rested on his open palm.
I know I need to study and read these passages, but this is ridiculous he thought.
He guessed the book in front of him was at least nine pounds and very, very old. He was about halfway through the collossal book tittled "The History of Proper Elven Spellcasting and component preperation." Did he really need to know every single thing in the books the old mage put on the table? There were many other similair books piled neatly around him. Humans had it easy, they lived such short lives in comparison, they got to learn and perfect by doing. Elves were not so lucky. He sighed.
"I'll be just as old as him by the time I finish this," he grumbled to himself, thinking about the house mage. The house mage was old even by elven standards. It seemed as though he was only staying in the realm of the living through sheer willpower, and it taxed him every minute of every day. Lord Torcainen seemed adamant that Eliwood be a proper replacement.
He rolled his eyes, how could he even compare to an elf that has lived and breathed spellcasting for centuries? Eliwood was a mere hundred and fifty-two years old. The kind of things the house mage and Lord Torcainen wield daily is still a dream to him. He yawned again and closed his eyes for a minute. He began dozing off when his chair was pulled out underneath him. He yelped in surprise as his bottom hit the floor and he heard crazed laughter.
He looked up and saw his friend Elaith Greenwood holding his ribs and laughing as though Eliwood had grown a second head. He stood up and gently shoved his friend who fell over onto the floor laughing hysterically. His black cape rippled underneath him and he rolled back and forth.
"Elaith! Corellon's blade! I thought you were the old one. He would have skinned me alive for falling asleep like that. And Lord Torcainens only worry would be where to find a replacment for his damned replacement!" he playfully shook his head and laughed. His dear friend wiped his watery eyes and sat upon the chair Eliwood had been sitting on.
He examined his friend, the steward of house Torcainen. He made sure everything stayed afloat when Torcainen himself was too busy, he was second in command. Elaith was totally bald, an accident done to himself due to a fireball going awry. He wore glorious shining armor, made of some organic material. Some special kind of armor made from a plant, he guessed the house had connections with the Druidic Circle in the area.
"What are you doing anyway? Eliwood asked. "And speaking of the old one, is he nearby? I'm supposed to be reading." He looked around nerviously as though the mage had casted an invisability spell and was watching them.
"Studying? I'm a mage and I dont study! Dont worry, the house mage and Torcainen are in the laboratory." He echoed in a mysterious voice and laughed at his own joke.
Eliwood rolled his eyes. There it was, they were doing more massive magical creations. How was he going to be an adequate replacement for that? He hoped Mystra, the goddess of all magic would bless him.
He pushed his doubts away with a shake of his head. "What are you doing here?" he asked again as he traced a magical symbol in the air and then uttered a few incantations.
"You have some guests waiting for you in the front room. I couldn't let them wait outside. Its your friend Averros and uh, Daralon I think it was."
Eliwood took a look around the large room just to be sure. Nope, his detection spell told him there was no one checking up on him. He sighed in relief.
"Ok, how long do you think they are going to be experimenting with whatever they are doing down there?
"Who knows? Could be hours or even days. Why?"
"Oh, just wondering," Eliwood said with a twinkle in his eye.
"You better be back by the time they get out of there or have a REALLY good excuse. Like maybe Corellon himself needed to talk to you." Elaith said with a grin. "You know I normally would come with you like the old days, but I'm a little too busy with those two indisposed at the moment. Remember those books we found on how to create golems?"
Eliwood laughed. "Why of course I do. Your not going to experiment just yet are you?
"You know me! I'm sure one of them will be able to help me when the complicated parts come up. That will give you some extra time while I distract them." Elaith said with a wink.
Eliwood thanked Elaith and hurried downstairs. He was a really good friend. But just like the old days, he was sure glad Elaith was busy. He could use less fireballs exploding on him.
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Havoc
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Twilight Shadows 13
