Battle Mage: The Dark Mage (Tales of Alus) by Donald Wigboldy Jr Page B
Authors: Donald Wigboldy Jr
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another body that wouldn’t prove too frail for the might of the emperor.
Appearing unhappy with the drain on his time, Garosh stated, “Let’s hurry this up. Word has come from Erdeeth and Kerlorish. We will begin building a base in the mountains in less than a week. There are many preparations to attend.”
“Which is all the more reason for us to have you here today, Lord Garosh,” the warlock replied trying to beg favor with the man as the giant’s impatience was obvious. “We merely need you to feed your power into each one to see if they can contain his magic as well as yours.”
“I know the drill, Atrouseon,” growled the silver haired man. Palose looked to his eyes and thought that despite his hair color, the man looked no older than someone in their twenties. While he felt like an older soul, his temper was that of a young man, the mage decided. It made determining the age of the failed vessel nearly impossible to establish.
Stepping up to the first of the tanks, Palose watched as Garosh placed his right hand against the glass and began to build his magic. With a slow release of power, the magic moved through the liquid holding the unmoving body to envelop and feed the energy into the boy as if to breathe life into him.
Palose wondered how close this experiment was to necromancy in that they were attempting to bring something to life that could survive holding the emperor’s being. Perhaps necromancy wasn’t just about animating death, but creating new life?
His musing was interrupted as the first test subject seemed to shiver as its limbs shook aggressively. It was merely the beginning of a failure as the magic began to eat away at the vessel burning it up from within until it was a withered, wrinkled husk.
Garosh stepped away from the failure without a word, though Atrouseon looked slightly disappointed. The warlock spoke to the other men announcing, “That was just an extension of the theory from the test batch from last year. We had seemed close, but apparently this type of blank may be a dead end.”
The men murmured to each other curiously as Garosh repeated the process on the next victim. This experiment had a slightly different result as the boy began to expand like a balloon before exploding to leave a bloody refuse clouding the liquid inside the tank. One of the warlocks from Atrouseon’s team breathed a curse just loud enough for Palose to hear.
Smiling slightly, the leader of the team shrugged. “Alimus tried a new path with that one. It did hold together longer than some. Maybe there is value in this research.”
Garosh grunted and sarcastically refuted the optimistic words, “If we want things to burst, casting fire inside of your body would accomplish the same thing.”
The threat couldn’t be missed and Atrouseon paled slightly. A warlock high in the echelon of their order, he was still just a gnat before the strength imbued into the giant. Palose wondered if any of the warlocks would even attempt to fight back, if Garosh decided to end their lives.
On the next test, they found some success. The vessel didn’t fail, but Garosh still frowned as he judged, “This one can take much of the power, but I sense that if he tried to merge with him it would only put off death for a short a time.”
One of the other warlocks from Atrouseon’s team asked, “For days or years?”
Eyes squinted at the brown haired wizard with thinning hair. Pointed ears on the warlock led Palose to believe that he might have elven heredity, but his frame suggested human. Whether there was something about the man or his question that annoyed Garosh, it was uncertain until he retorted, “Anything less than eternal is too short for the master, Etriak. How am I to guess anyone’s life span save that I end it for them?”
Again the threat made the warlock pale at his statement as he hoped that Garosh wouldn’t decide that it was his time for his life cycle to end.
The next tank seemed successful as
Appearing unhappy with the drain on his time, Garosh stated, “Let’s hurry this up. Word has come from Erdeeth and Kerlorish. We will begin building a base in the mountains in less than a week. There are many preparations to attend.”
“Which is all the more reason for us to have you here today, Lord Garosh,” the warlock replied trying to beg favor with the man as the giant’s impatience was obvious. “We merely need you to feed your power into each one to see if they can contain his magic as well as yours.”
“I know the drill, Atrouseon,” growled the silver haired man. Palose looked to his eyes and thought that despite his hair color, the man looked no older than someone in their twenties. While he felt like an older soul, his temper was that of a young man, the mage decided. It made determining the age of the failed vessel nearly impossible to establish.
Stepping up to the first of the tanks, Palose watched as Garosh placed his right hand against the glass and began to build his magic. With a slow release of power, the magic moved through the liquid holding the unmoving body to envelop and feed the energy into the boy as if to breathe life into him.
Palose wondered how close this experiment was to necromancy in that they were attempting to bring something to life that could survive holding the emperor’s being. Perhaps necromancy wasn’t just about animating death, but creating new life?
His musing was interrupted as the first test subject seemed to shiver as its limbs shook aggressively. It was merely the beginning of a failure as the magic began to eat away at the vessel burning it up from within until it was a withered, wrinkled husk.
Garosh stepped away from the failure without a word, though Atrouseon looked slightly disappointed. The warlock spoke to the other men announcing, “That was just an extension of the theory from the test batch from last year. We had seemed close, but apparently this type of blank may be a dead end.”
The men murmured to each other curiously as Garosh repeated the process on the next victim. This experiment had a slightly different result as the boy began to expand like a balloon before exploding to leave a bloody refuse clouding the liquid inside the tank. One of the warlocks from Atrouseon’s team breathed a curse just loud enough for Palose to hear.
Smiling slightly, the leader of the team shrugged. “Alimus tried a new path with that one. It did hold together longer than some. Maybe there is value in this research.”
Garosh grunted and sarcastically refuted the optimistic words, “If we want things to burst, casting fire inside of your body would accomplish the same thing.”
The threat couldn’t be missed and Atrouseon paled slightly. A warlock high in the echelon of their order, he was still just a gnat before the strength imbued into the giant. Palose wondered if any of the warlocks would even attempt to fight back, if Garosh decided to end their lives.
On the next test, they found some success. The vessel didn’t fail, but Garosh still frowned as he judged, “This one can take much of the power, but I sense that if he tried to merge with him it would only put off death for a short a time.”
One of the other warlocks from Atrouseon’s team asked, “For days or years?”
Eyes squinted at the brown haired wizard with thinning hair. Pointed ears on the warlock led Palose to believe that he might have elven heredity, but his frame suggested human. Whether there was something about the man or his question that annoyed Garosh, it was uncertain until he retorted, “Anything less than eternal is too short for the master, Etriak. How am I to guess anyone’s life span save that I end it for them?”
Again the threat made the warlock pale at his statement as he hoped that Garosh wouldn’t decide that it was his time for his life cycle to end.
The next tank seemed successful as
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