Spring 47th, 508 A.V.
Marcel’s Magical Supplies, Zeltiva
The sun was shining down upon the adolescent Pandaemus as he made his way through Zeltiva. It was a rare day off from work with his master and mentor. He meant to enjoy every moment of it. He had fifty two mizas to spend the slave had accrued over the past year and he meant to spend it this fine day in Zeltiva! He had spent a chime or two walking the campus if the University. Thanadoros had never let him attend, saying that it ‘was a school for people who wanted to watch from the sidelines instead of play the game’ but Pan wished he could take a few classes. He had been forbidden of course, and was a bit too young. But boys did dream.
The edge of the campus was approaching and Pan could smell the fresh grass and potent perfume of a small floral display outside of one building. These people were raised in such a neat and orderly fashion in their magics. It was so different from the rough, dark tumble his master had made him take into the arts. He had learned through pain and trauma what it meant to be a mage, and he’d like to do something with his djed that didn’t scare him for once.
A sign caught his eye and he read, Marcel’s Magical Supplies. He had learnt to read common long ago, and was very proficient at it. He had even begun to learn Nader-canoch, the Ancient Tongue. The wise student would hide that fact though. Not showing all your cards was a good way to keep them. The store instantly caught Pandaemus’ interest and the boy decided he should take a look.
Upon entry to the store he found himself standing in a small room he was dazzled by the first thing he saw. What would dazzle a young man so quickly? Only the smile of a beautiful woman. She held her hand out with a professional “How may I help you?”
Pan had to work to keep himself from sounding stupid. He said the first thing that came to mind. “Books.” Realizing that might not be enough he hastily added. “Magical books, you know.” He smiled quickly and continued to inspect the place. Cases and shelves were crammed neatly into the room and in the center was a table with three comfortable looking chairs splayed around it. The cases held all sorts of fascinating items that he was certain he could not pay for.
“We are a magical supply store after all…” He said, smiling as if it was a joke. Then she turned and directed him to the many shelves lining the walls. “What subject were you looking for. And ah… what price range.” Her eyebrows went up as the tip of her tongue stuck out. She clearly did not think much of him!
“I’ve got about fifty mizas. Hope thats enough for something! And I was thinking, perhaps shielding?” He said hopefully. It seemed a common enough practice, and helpful. Very helpful with his current master around. A shield or two during his experiments would not be out of the question. The old corpse was insane after all.
“We’ve got a few great texts on basic principles of shielding over here.” She lead him to a book shelf in the corner. Bending at the waist she pulled out a small blue volume with black lettering on it’s cover. The pages were browning with age but it looked to be in good shape. The Shield Compendium, Vol.1. “This is where you should start.”
Pan smiled and took the book from her. He was eager to read it and start. Though he was mad, his old master had instilled a fascination with magic in the boy. It was and always had been his favorite passion. “Wonderful! How much is it?” He asked, smiling at her.
“Fifty mizas of course!” She smiled back.
Marcel’s Magical Supplies, Zeltiva
The sun was shining down upon the adolescent Pandaemus as he made his way through Zeltiva. It was a rare day off from work with his master and mentor. He meant to enjoy every moment of it. He had fifty two mizas to spend the slave had accrued over the past year and he meant to spend it this fine day in Zeltiva! He had spent a chime or two walking the campus if the University. Thanadoros had never let him attend, saying that it ‘was a school for people who wanted to watch from the sidelines instead of play the game’ but Pan wished he could take a few classes. He had been forbidden of course, and was a bit too young. But boys did dream.
The edge of the campus was approaching and Pan could smell the fresh grass and potent perfume of a small floral display outside of one building. These people were raised in such a neat and orderly fashion in their magics. It was so different from the rough, dark tumble his master had made him take into the arts. He had learned through pain and trauma what it meant to be a mage, and he’d like to do something with his djed that didn’t scare him for once.
A sign caught his eye and he read, Marcel’s Magical Supplies. He had learnt to read common long ago, and was very proficient at it. He had even begun to learn Nader-canoch, the Ancient Tongue. The wise student would hide that fact though. Not showing all your cards was a good way to keep them. The store instantly caught Pandaemus’ interest and the boy decided he should take a look.
Upon entry to the store he found himself standing in a small room he was dazzled by the first thing he saw. What would dazzle a young man so quickly? Only the smile of a beautiful woman. She held her hand out with a professional “How may I help you?”
Pan had to work to keep himself from sounding stupid. He said the first thing that came to mind. “Books.” Realizing that might not be enough he hastily added. “Magical books, you know.” He smiled quickly and continued to inspect the place. Cases and shelves were crammed neatly into the room and in the center was a table with three comfortable looking chairs splayed around it. The cases held all sorts of fascinating items that he was certain he could not pay for.
“We are a magical supply store after all…” He said, smiling as if it was a joke. Then she turned and directed him to the many shelves lining the walls. “What subject were you looking for. And ah… what price range.” Her eyebrows went up as the tip of her tongue stuck out. She clearly did not think much of him!
“I’ve got about fifty mizas. Hope thats enough for something! And I was thinking, perhaps shielding?” He said hopefully. It seemed a common enough practice, and helpful. Very helpful with his current master around. A shield or two during his experiments would not be out of the question. The old corpse was insane after all.
“We’ve got a few great texts on basic principles of shielding over here.” She lead him to a book shelf in the corner. Bending at the waist she pulled out a small blue volume with black lettering on it’s cover. The pages were browning with age but it looked to be in good shape. The Shield Compendium, Vol.1. “This is where you should start.”
Pan smiled and took the book from her. He was eager to read it and start. Though he was mad, his old master had instilled a fascination with magic in the boy. It was and always had been his favorite passion. “Wonderful! How much is it?” He asked, smiling at her.
“Fifty mizas of course!” She smiled back.
