The Oasis of Bar-Ruhna
Somewhere/when else
28 Years Ago
It was a rare rainy day in the city of Bar-Ruhna when the Sannyasin seekers found a ratty half-starved boy standing over the corpse of a young mage. The seekers were in disguise, dressed in the opulent robes of government officials and carrying counterfeit staves. Their real weapons were concealed by their robes, and they hummed with energy as they sensed death so nearby.
?Think he did it?? one of the seekers asked the other.
?Yes,? he responded. The boy, he couldn?t be older than six, was staring at hands blackened by magic. The mage lay face up in the narrow, dingy alley, his lower jaw blown off, face burned and right hand destroyed. Nearby were the remains of a crude wand, mostly splintered beyond recognition.
?Looks like shoddy wand craftsmanship,? the first seeker said and knelt down to examine the ruined magical device. ?Spell cast, back-fired.?
?Probably self-made. Wanted to show off his newfound talents. Serves him right,? the second said, the snorted and spat a thick wad of phlegm onto the ruined face of the mage.
?You?re damned lucky, son,? the first seeker said to the boy. He had unkempt black hair and bright eyes the color of polished jade. He shook from the cold, from weakness, and fear.
?Maybe more than lucky,? the second said. ?We should take him with us.?
?We got a job to do.?
?This is part of it. We take him, let old Yok decide.?
?Fine, but I ain?t gonna have him putting up a fuss,? the first seeker grumbled and then stepped toward the boy. The boy backed away instinctively, raising his hands in a weak defense. The seeker gave the boy a hard smack on the side of the head and knocked him out. He picked him up, frowning at his lightness. He seemed to be made of little else by skin and air.
The second seeker delivered a kick to the corpse of the young mage, and then both of them left the alley with the boy slung over the first?s shoulder, leaving the dead mage behind without another glance.
Somewhere/when else
28 Years Ago
It was a rare rainy day in the city of Bar-Ruhna when the Sannyasin seekers found a ratty half-starved boy standing over the corpse of a young mage. The seekers were in disguise, dressed in the opulent robes of government officials and carrying counterfeit staves. Their real weapons were concealed by their robes, and they hummed with energy as they sensed death so nearby.
?Think he did it?? one of the seekers asked the other.
?Yes,? he responded. The boy, he couldn?t be older than six, was staring at hands blackened by magic. The mage lay face up in the narrow, dingy alley, his lower jaw blown off, face burned and right hand destroyed. Nearby were the remains of a crude wand, mostly splintered beyond recognition.
?Looks like shoddy wand craftsmanship,? the first seeker said and knelt down to examine the ruined magical device. ?Spell cast, back-fired.?
?Probably self-made. Wanted to show off his newfound talents. Serves him right,? the second said, the snorted and spat a thick wad of phlegm onto the ruined face of the mage.
?You?re damned lucky, son,? the first seeker said to the boy. He had unkempt black hair and bright eyes the color of polished jade. He shook from the cold, from weakness, and fear.
?Maybe more than lucky,? the second said. ?We should take him with us.?
?We got a job to do.?
?This is part of it. We take him, let old Yok decide.?
?Fine, but I ain?t gonna have him putting up a fuss,? the first seeker grumbled and then stepped toward the boy. The boy backed away instinctively, raising his hands in a weak defense. The seeker gave the boy a hard smack on the side of the head and knocked him out. He picked him up, frowning at his lightness. He seemed to be made of little else by skin and air.
The second seeker delivered a kick to the corpse of the young mage, and then both of them left the alley with the boy slung over the first?s shoulder, leaving the dead mage behind without another glance.