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Wed Jan 15, 2020 8:05 pm

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Late Morning
35th of Vhalar, 719


Llyr couldn’t be in Etzos anymore. Not at the moment. He had plenty to attend to, back in the central city of proud human mortals. Etzos was the home of his business, his network, his house, his young wards, that cube, the agreement he’d made with the Raggedy Man, and then some… his new life... but now Viden had the Academy, with its libraries and lectures, and he was a recognized student there in the Institute of Arcana, and it could be another life of his, and the city had something even more important than all of that...

…his initiate, Doctor Doran Thetys.

While it’d only been ten trials since he last saw the man, Llyr missed him. He had to be careful, though. Attachment was inevitable, given that he’d shared his spark with the three-centuries-old mortalborn and considering their physical affection toward one another, but he couldn’t allow himself to fall for the alchemist. Llyr reminded himself again and again, while he prepared to cross over and journey through Emea, that he had to try and keep things easy with Doran. Easy, lighthearted, and as uncomplicated as he could manage. He’d started to have doubts, though, about whether he could hold to the promise they’d made to each other. Their agreement to not fall in love, or entertain the possibility, while spending nights together.

By the time Llyr stepped through Emea into Viden, he felt certain and secure about his choice once more. Dressed in a fine black suit, with a large messenger satchel filled with papers, books, Llyr held his magister’s staff in hand. The blond biqaj appeared directly beside Doran as he always did.

Only, unlike the times before, they were not alone.

Llyr’s gossamer wings flitted behind him, in adjustment. He glanced past Doran’s shoulder at a room of surprised faces staring back at him. Doran was in the middle of talking about what sounded like alchemy. When the older man turned to see what it was that his students were looking at and muttering about, and Doran finally saw him there, Llyr coyly smiled and waved.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” he attempted to sound nonchalant. He hadn’t thought that Doran would be teaching when he’d arrive. A blush warmed his cheeks. He stepped around, to the side of the room, and looked for an empty chair to sit down and watch Doran continue the lesson.
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Llyr has a Mortalborn ability:
Accelerate: Llyr has an aura effect within which individuals feel their personal ambitions and pursuits heightened. People will feel driven to act on these aspirations, looking to work toward them within the same trial.

Mutations

  • Gossamer wings resembling a cross between the wings of a dragonfly and a flying ant.
  • An iridescent halo that hovers over his head.
  • Crystalline legs from his toes to the mid of his thighs (like stockings made of quartz embedded into his skin).
  • An ever-moving inky tattoo, with Rorschach-like designs, on his back.
  • When an emotion dominates, the pigment expands past his irises to the entire eye - faintly glowing in that emotion's color as seen here.

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When in a totem's body, Llyr's mutations persist.
As of 20 Vhalar, Llyr has Perfection in a Bottle active which means Perfect Hair, Skin, and Voice that creates such brilliant radiance that others feel natural attraction to them.
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Thu Jan 16, 2020 3:53 pm

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The past couple of trials had been filled with work. On the 32nd, Doran had discussed his thesis with Ocraloch. He had begun the first series of the experiments that would hopefully eventually lead to the discovery of a new aspect of Blood Magic and a major breakthrough in the field of alchemy, the likes of which had not happened in decades or even centuries. They had not been filled with enough work for him not to think about Llyr who had become his mentor in both dreamwalking and magic as well as something more and miss him though.

Within a few trials, the etherist had become someone that mattered. He had enjoyed their discussions, on everything from Emea over the arcane to such highly controversial topics as the nature of the Immortals themselves and the nights that they had spent together, perhaps too much. Everything had been so easy and effortless with him. Already, he began to doubt whether he would be able to uphold their agreement in their long run, but he couldn’t bring himself to turning his feelings off either. He wanted to hold onto them a little longer because they were so wondrous and extraordinary.

Fortunately, he had also begun to teach again though. When he was alone, in his laboratory, mixing reagents or analysing yet another volunteer’s blood, his thoughts inevitably began stray after a while, but when there were a few dozen mortals looking at him, he didn’t have a lot of time to think about the etherist and what a profound impact he had already had on his life – or the mutations that had appeared shortly after Llyr had left, a sign of his growing proficiency in his chosen magic and the way that the spark had begun to reshape his body and mind.

~~~

The classroom was already quite crowded when he entered it, dressed in an elegant bespoke suit of black wool with hints of crimson, a folder with his notes tucked under one arm. It was also rather loud. Quite a few students were chatting. On top of that, two students were kissing, another student was doing their makeup, and in the last row a girl was picking her nose, as if she expected to find some sort of treasure in it.

He looked at them for a few moments, furrowing his brow fractionally as he surveyed the chaos, before he set the folder down on his desk at the front of the room and greeted them in a loud and firm tone, “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.” As he had expected, they immediately stopped talking (or kissing and such) and looked at him instead. Even the girl in the last row removed her finger from her nose, quickly got her books ready and sat up straight.

“I have decided to deviate from my plan a little”, the Mortalborn continued. “Yesterday, I helped out at the Infirmary again. As some of you know, I am not only an alchemist, but also a doctor of some skill.” He said that in a calm and measured tone. He was not bragging; he was merely stating a fact. “A man was brought to me. He suffered from terrible acne. Instead of buying potions from a reputable alchemist or consulting a doctor, he got a book and brewed his own potion.”

“He wanted to save some money”,
he explained and made a face.

“He used a little too much reagent and the wrong metabolizer though. While the potion did improve his skin a little, it also rendered him blind. His eyes may never recover. His case is not the worst that I have seen in my arcs as a doctor. This is the reason why I give you so much homework, and why I don’t forgive you your mistakes. “

“Contrary to popular belief”,
he remarked somewhat dryly. “I’m not a sadist. I just don’t want to be responsible for any of you getting hurt or dying. To-trial, we will talk about backlash. I already mentioned that alchemy is dangerous at the beginning of the season. To-trial we will talk about that in more detail though as such is necessary in my opinion”, he informed them in no uncertain terms - only to stop talking as they had stopped paying attention to him and were staring at something or someone else now.

He turned around – and stared as well. His eyes widened, and then he smiled at Llyr as he was quite happy to see him. It had been far too long. He couldn’t help but wonder why he had appeared in his classroom rather than deciding to wait for him in the Obsidian Prism though. Had something happened or had he just missed him so much that he hadn’t been able to wait?

“You aren’t interrupting anything”, he told him, the tone of his voice a hint softer than before. “We just started.”

He noticed that some of his students were staring at him now.

He cleared his throat.

They stopped staring at him.

For a moment, they were completely quiet, and then they started talking again.

“I wonder who he is!” a young human man with blonde hair and brown eyes murmured.

“Maybe he’s a new student!” the Eidisi girl that sat next to him mused.

“The professor wouldn’t smile like that at a new student”, the Ellune boy behind them disagreed. “They must know each other somehow!”

“He has such nice hair!” Plia Yishnai Velanar, a young woman of mixed Eidisi and Ellune descent that occasionally helped the Mortalborn after class said and sighed dreamily. “I wish I had hair like that! It’s so shiny! I wonder how he could just appear like that though!”

“He’s probably a Rupturer”,
her best friend Astrid, a human, who considered herself an expert on all things magic because her parents were mages remarked. “And a Becomer, because of the wings.”

The Mortalborn cleared his throat again, more loudly.

Finally, they fell silent for good.

He watched Llyr for a moment. When the etherist had taken a seat, he decided to focus on his students again rather than on the unexpected, but not at all unwelcome distraction though.

He couldn’t abandon his duties, even though a part of him was tempted, at least for a moment.

“As I said, we are going to talk about backlash today”, he reminded his students as it seemed as if they might already have forgotten what the class would be about – and maybe even that they were in class. “Mages are not the only ones that have to be careful – or suffer the consequences”, he told them, a fact that he was all too aware of now that he was a mage himself. “If you use too much of a reagent or the wrong reagents, your potion can become toxic. The negative effects are multiplied when you use domain magic and divine reagents. If you aren’t careful, you will be hit with the spell instead of your target.”

“The consequences range from physical and emotional wounds to death – and things that are much worse than death. Sometimes, there are negative effects even if you use the correct reagents and calculate everything correctly – but pick the wrong medium. You know that it is possible to create an item that opens a Rupturing portal once activated – we covered that in a previous lesson”,
he reminded them somewhat coolly.

“There was a woman who decided to brew a potion instead. She thought she could bypass the need for an item if she drank it. She thought that she could avoid becoming a mage. She thought that she would be able to open Rupturing portals at will. What do you think happened instead when she ingested the potion?”

“Anyone?”

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Re: Continue

Thu Jan 16, 2020 7:27 pm

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Before Doran looked at him, Llyr did a slight glance over the professor’s suit. It was sophisticated, and naturally, that caused Llyr to admire the look of it… and the man he knew to be underneath – the Transmutation witchmark and Syroa’s mark hidden beneath the fine black and crimson wool. He wasn’t sure what it was that Doran was in the midst of saying, other than it sounded as if the lecture was meant to be about the dangers of alchemy.

When Doran finally turned and saw him, Llyr smiled even brighter when he saw the older man smile back. He couldn’t help it. The irises of his eyes turned indigo, and he looked at Doran’s blue eyes, and he realized that he’d missed the man far more than he’d thought before. His expression turned almost drowsy, so content at being near the alchemist. He very nearly took a step forward… then he heard murmurs and remembered students were also there with them. He raised a hand, in a wave and to stop himself from approaching, and apologized for the interruption.

Llyr nodded at Doran's assurance it was okay. His smile lingered on his lips – that the class hadn’t started yet. Llyr tried to ignore the students for the moment. He walked past, close enough to lean and whisper to Doran in a low voice, “I’d like to stay, if that’s okay?”

It was mostly a rhetorical question. He searched for a chair, gaze kept down, though he glanced at the human who tried to label which domains of magic he was initiated in. It was fairly common for people to guess Becomer because of the wings, which wasn’t wrong… even if he knew the wings were a mutation of his Transmutation spark.

Llyr settled his messenger bag next to him on the floor, though he found it more than a little awkward to figure out what to do with his staff… so he got back up while Doran talked.

Never being in any kind of school or tutoring before, he didn’t think this was odd. Yes, Doran was talking, but he had something he needed to attend to – which was finding a place to rest the staff. The professor didn’t need to stop talking because of this, and he listened all the same. It didn’t occur to him that such a thing might be considered unusual.

He found a spot in the corner of the room, where he settled the staff. He felt certain it wouldn’t fall there, and he could keep an eye on it, so no one grabbed it. Llyr returned to the chair he’d claimed, with a small polite nod to a couple of the students who’d gotten distracted and were staring at him again.

What Doran taught about, about alchemy and what sounded like a version of overstepping but within potions, interested him. He wasn’t fully aware that alchemy might cause similar effects like that. More importantly, what did that imply about ether?

Llyr didn’t settle down, though he tried to keep quiet and as unnoticeable as possible… as difficult as that was, given his mutations. He reached into his messenger bag, and brought out a journal, then a thinly wrapped charcoal pencil. The blond opened his journal and scribbled on the pages some of what Doran said, and some of his thoughts and questions around the subjects. His writing sounded rather loudly, due to the coarse parchment and the charcoal, but also because he wrote rather furiously to catch up with what he'd heard before he'd gotten the journal out. Llyr flipped through three pages before he rested the charcoal and looked at Doran.

When the alchemist offered the example story of a potion brewed for Rupturing, Llyr shifted to the edge of his seat.

“...What do you think happened instead when she ingested the potion?”

“Did she rupture portal her innards?” asked Llyr excitedly, in a clear voice without a hint of hesitation. He hadn't even waited to hear the proceeding anyone before he'd blurted the question out.

He paused afterward, though, then blushed when he felt the students look at him again. He’d gotten caught up in the story, the problem at hand, and when the question had been asked, he’d answered as he would have if the two of them had been discussing the subject alone. But Doran and him were not alone. He cleared his throat and lowered his gaze to his journal.

Llyr scribbled absently on a page, trying to pretend he was taking more notes. Doran had been asking the students. This was a class. There was different etiquette for this sort of thing, even if he didn’t understand it all yet. He wasn’t an actual student of Doran’s, though, and he realized in retrospect that he probably should have let them answer the question.
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Llyr has a Mortalborn ability:
Accelerate: Llyr has an aura effect within which individuals feel their personal ambitions and pursuits heightened. People will feel driven to act on these aspirations, looking to work toward them within the same trial.

Mutations

  • Gossamer wings resembling a cross between the wings of a dragonfly and a flying ant.
  • An iridescent halo that hovers over his head.
  • Crystalline legs from his toes to the mid of his thighs (like stockings made of quartz embedded into his skin).
  • An ever-moving inky tattoo, with Rorschach-like designs, on his back.
  • When an emotion dominates, the pigment expands past his irises to the entire eye - faintly glowing in that emotion's color as seen here.

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When in a totem's body, Llyr's mutations persist.
As of 20 Vhalar, Llyr has Perfection in a Bottle active which means Perfect Hair, Skin, and Voice that creates such brilliant radiance that others feel natural attraction to them.
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Fri Jan 17, 2020 9:21 am

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“You can stay as long as you want”, the Mortalborn whispered back, with exactly the same look of contentment on his face. As he spoke to his students, his gaze occasionally drifted towards where the younger man was sitting and lingered there for a moment, but he didn’t pause or lose track. He said exactly what he had planned on saying before Llyr had unexpectedly teleported into the room.

At least he did that until the etherist suddenly stood again which made him furrow his brow barely noticeably in surprise as well as in confusion. Did he already plan on leaving again? Was he already getting bored? Llyr was a lot more knowledgeable than most of the people that he taught, and he had likely heard some of it before. The etherist knew things that even he didn’t know!

When Llyr merely deposited his staff in a corner, he was quite relieved - until he remembered that he should possibly be annoyed because he had distracted his students. They were looking at the etherist again – and wondering about his staff this time. Astrid, the know-it-all and self-proclaimed magic expert, insisted that it was a magical artefact and that it could probably shoot fireballs.

“Cool”, the Ellune boy who had insisted that Doran and the mysterious stranger were acquainted before murmured and looked at the staff with unmistakeable awe for a moment.

Doran looked at Llyr again, smiling softly, and came to the decision that he just couldn’t be annoyed with him because he was far too happy to see him again, and he probably didn’t know how to act in a classroom (Llyr had told him that he had never been a student before). He would be a little annoyed with his students instead because they should know how things worked around here and that they should wait with their gossip until after class!

He didn’t care about Llyr being so loud when he took his notes, but smirked because he was so eager – it was a trait that some of his students were unfortunately lacking. He didn’t care how people took notes and what kind of tools they used as long as they took notes and paid attention to what he was saying. No matter what his colleagues thought, to him that was the most important thing, and besides, there were no rules as far as writing tools were concerned.

When Llyr excitedly asked if the woman that he had mentioned had rupture portalled her innards, he laughed briefly (because of Llyr’s excitement and enthusiasm – there was nothing funny about rupture-portalling your innards, such was a very serious matter and extremely painful on top of it) before he nodded. “She died. Of course, her using reagents that are perfectly acceptable when you make an item, but that are definitely not safe for consumption, also played a part.”

He paused for a moment to give his students – and Llyr – time to think about what he had said and take notes – which they hopefully did.

“You cannot turn yourself into some sort of Rupturing portal”, he continued, the tone of his voice firm, utterly serious and a hint cool. He needed that bit to get into their heads. To him such was logical, but people could unfortunately be surprisingly stupid sometimes. “A living body cannot be a Rupturing portal – or be imbued with the ability to open one. You cannot become a mage, not even temporarily, by drinking a potion. You need to be initiated. There is no alternative to the spark. Any attempts to give yourself magic by concocting some sort of potion will either result in death or injury - or not have an effect at all, if you are extremely lucky.”

“Hurting or killing yourself or others or the spell backfiring are not the only things that you have to worry about as alchemists though”,
he pointed out, pleased to notice that the students were entirely focused on him once ore. “Using the blood of certain Blessed individuals can draw the ire of the Immortals. Trust me, ladies and gentlemen, you do not want to anger the Immortals”, he informed them. He was speaking from experience. He had angered an Immortal once. He had attacked him because of a grudge and foolish beliefs, and nearly died because of it. Nowadays, he regretted his actions on the battlefield. Sometimes, he even wondered if he should have tried to fight at all.

Of course, he didn’t tell them that. Llyr knew – and he also knew what he thought of the Immortals – but this was an alchemy class and not a class in theology or Immortal studies.

For that reason, he would not talk about it.

“Some Immortals on the other hand do not mind your using the blood of their Blessed”, he added.

He paused again before he spoke, “Let’s say that you unsuccessfully tried to imbue an item with a Defiance spell. Let’s say that it is still whole and didn’t explode when the spell hit you – and that you were unusually lucky and didn’t retain any injuries, but only singed your hair a little. What would you do with the item? Would you just attempt to clean it and imbue it again – or acquire a new item? Why – or why not?” he wanted to know. His gaze drifted towards Llyr for a moment as he wondered how the etherist would handle that matter. He was not an alchemist, but he was an exceptionally skilled mage.

“Think about it for a moment – and let me know if you have any questions about what I talked about so far”, he told them before he opened his folder and leafed through his notes. There were two more things he wanted to cover that trial – and he also needed to decide which of the two tasks he had noted down he should assign to them as homework.
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Ring of Reversal: Doran owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

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Ever Alluring I: The bearer has an enhanced constitution, staying strong and healthy in conditions where others would wilt and fall ill. Scars never remain, disease rarely seems to visibly touch the bearer, and he/she recovers from injuries much faster than the average member of their race. The bearer seems to age more slowly, though the effect is superficial rather than biological. In addition, everyone encountered is subconsciously attracted to the bearer, even those of incompatible sexual orientation. Those of alternate tastes may not feel compelled to flirt or pursue the marked, but the spark of incomprehensible arousal, however slight, is there all the same.
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Re: Continue

Sun Jan 19, 2020 4:17 pm

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Llyr smiled when he heard Doran affectionately laugh in response to the eagerness of his answer. The laugh, the gentle smiles, it all made him feel accepted in the classroom. He relaxed, the drowsy look returned to his youthful features, while he watched Doran nod in confirmation that he’d guessed correctly.

He placed the wrapped cloth end of the charcoal pencil against his lower lip. Llyr considered the comment about reagents and scribbled another note down. Perfectly content and happy now, Llyr nodded when Doran continued and instructed that living bodies can’t be imbued with Rupturing portals. Nor could people become mages through drinking potions, not even temporarily. He furiously wrote his notes after that point. It was a clarification he’d needed written down in regard to alchemy’s use of domain magic.

Llyr glanced up again. He wondered if Doran’s students knew their professor was a mage now… he smiled slightly, and wondered how his initiate’s magic was progressing. The blond’s smile turned coy. He gathered some ether, unseen, in the center of his chest. The start of casting brilliance, but he held it back instead. However, he knew, from the faint pull like a magnet… that Doran would be able to sense and feel the ether. Perhaps it was distracting… to Doran, who was in the midst of lecture, but Llyr wanted to connect to him in some regard.

Every trill felt like trials of time, now that he was in the presence of his initiate but relegated to stay away, to simply watch and listen.

Still, he enjoyed it. He liked listening to Doran’s voice and the cadence of the professor's tone while he taught. The charcoal pencil returned to Llyr's lips and he gently gnaw at the cloth with an obvious oral fixation. He crossed his lanky legs, then glanced at the students who were back to watching their teacher and taking their own notes.

Llyr looked back to Doran. Fates, he was exceptionally handsome when teaching…

He smiled a bit sadly when Doran made mention of the Immortals, and that even using blood of those Blessed could anger the powerful creatures.

When another problem was put forth, Llyr had gotten distracted from admiring Doran. His ether returned to the usual steady hum in his wings and halo. He lowered his pencil and when Doran looked at him, he lifted himself a bit taller. Llyr watched, however, when Doran disengaged and went to look through notes.

He glanced at the other students, accidentally making eye contact with the Ellune boy. He hurriedly looked away and thought about the scenario presented. A new item or to try it again with the old item? A Defiance spell… He wondered if imbuing items with alchemy was so vastly different from Transmutation or not.

Llyr would let the other students answer though, if any of them were eager to do so. The blond waited... and when no one seemed to think about what he had... though he felt a slight uncertainty, he spoke up, "If it were me, not that I know much about alchemy, but since it is defiance... since you said it singed the hair, I assume that the spell imbued was meant to be of the fire element? So, given that it - is it called, backlash? - that it backlashed fire, but remained whole, then I would consider using the item for a spell which makes use of a water element instead as it seems to appear to have natural resistance to one element, thus maybe it would have affinity for the opposite?"

The blond shrugged, then asked, "Are there ways to tell if an item or spell is more prone to backlash that doesn't require taking the actual risk of imbuing it?"

He glanced at a couple of the students sitting next to him, then hurriedly placed his gaze back to Doran. Llyr fidgeted with his charcoal pencil, and started to nervously chew at the cloth-wrapped end on it again. He wondered if he should stay quiet, rather than act like a student, when he had no knowledge of the basic alchemy coursework. All he knew of the subject were a few basic books, scrolls, and what Doran had told him in their conversations together.
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Vhalar

Llyr has a Mortalborn ability:
Accelerate: Llyr has an aura effect within which individuals feel their personal ambitions and pursuits heightened. People will feel driven to act on these aspirations, looking to work toward them within the same trial.

Mutations

  • Gossamer wings resembling a cross between the wings of a dragonfly and a flying ant.
  • An iridescent halo that hovers over his head.
  • Crystalline legs from his toes to the mid of his thighs (like stockings made of quartz embedded into his skin).
  • An ever-moving inky tattoo, with Rorschach-like designs, on his back.
  • When an emotion dominates, the pigment expands past his irises to the entire eye - faintly glowing in that emotion's color as seen here.

Visuals

When in a totem's body, Llyr's mutations persist.
As of 20 Vhalar, Llyr has Perfection in a Bottle active which means Perfect Hair, Skin, and Voice that creates such brilliant radiance that others feel natural attraction to them.
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Re: Continue

Mon Jan 20, 2020 6:29 am

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As Llyr gathered his ether, the Mortalborn abruptly looked up from his notes, the homework that he had planned on assigning to his students momentarily forgotten. His gaze met the younger man’s, and he furrowed his brow fractionally before he smiled lightly. There were about a few dozen reasons why he couldn’t walk over to him right now even though he wanted to – they were sitting directly in front of him, watching him and listening to him – but there was something that he could do, something that they were unlikely to notice.

He gathered a bit of his own ether, a tiny amount, just enough that Llyr would be able to feel it, sent it to the etherist, returned the smile and mouthed the word “soon” before he focused on the matter at hand again.

Time, he decided, was a curious thing. Normally, his lectures passed fairly quickly, but now that Llyr was there, those few bits seemed to last forever. Maybe it would help if he talked faster? He entertained that notion for a few moments, before he came to the decision that the topic was too important to rush through it. Someone’s life might depend on it.

As much as he wanted to be close to the etherist and talk to him (and possibly do more), he didn’t want to risk someone’s death.

He couldn’t help but look at Llyr that sat there, gnawing on his pencil, every now and then though …

The Ellune boy met Llyr’s gaze as well, but for an entirely different reason. “Can you really …?” he began, his eyes wide with curiosity. He’d wanted to ask him if his staff could really shoot fireballs, but his seatmate nudged him, and he blushed, fell silent again and quickly looked away.

When Llyr answered his question instead of his students, the Mortalborn was rather surprised, but in a pleasant way. There were times when nobody answered for a reason that he had not managed to figure out yet. Sometimes, it also took his students forever to open their mouths. It wasn’t a problem that only he had though. His colleagues complained about pretty much the same things. Those young people didn’t participate as much as they should – or could, no matter how interesting the lecture was.

“It was meant to be imbued with a fire spell, yes”, he confirmed and nodded at Llyr. “Imbuing it with a water spell instead is an interesting idea, but I would not risk it. No matter how much you clean the item, there might still be a bit of residue. Alchemy is more than just superficial, and contamination is a real danger. A contaminated item may not work as intended – or you might get hurt.

"This”
he spoke, in a louder tone, addressing the entire class once more. “Is also why I made you scrub dirty cauldrons clean at the beginning of the course. As I have told you before, I don’t hate you, I don’t want to punish you, I just want you to live. Clean equipment is the foundation for everything, and it reduces the risk of unexpected side effects greatly.”

The students furiously started taking notes again.

“There actually is”, he replied as Llyr asked his next question, momentarily wondering if he might be able to persuade the etherist to properly study alchemy. It seemed as if he possessed a talent for it. “The risk of backlash is directly related to the power of the spell. More powerful spells tend to have more serious consequences. That is why I would focus on Novice level spells when I start to practice Blood Magic, to get a feel for it.” He paused again before wanted to know, “Any other questions?”

This time someone besides Llyr actually raised their voice. Astrid, the know-it-all (who Doran concluded with a hint of bemusement didn’t know everything after all) wanted to know, “Is there also a difference between the domains as far as backlash is concerned?”

“In the case of more aggressive magic – the kind of magic that you would cast directly against an enemy – backlash tends to be more serious”,
he replied before he paused for a moment in order to open a drawer of his desk and remove a large wooden box from it.

“Since asking you to experiment with backlash for your homework would be irresponsible, I have decided on the following”, he revealed and removed a small glass vial that seemed to contain some sort of green sand from it. “I want you to analyse the substance that is in these vials – there should be enough vials for everyone in my box – and come up with at least three different uses for it. The substance is of course not dangerous, and you have seven trials to write your essay”, he continued.

“You may come to my desk and collect your vials now – unless you have any other questions about the lecture?” he asked and raised an eyebrow, hoping that they wouldn't, before his gaze met Llyr’s again, a sign that he was more than welcome to get a vial of his own – which would subsequently lead to them being a little closer to each other.
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Items

Ring of Reversal: Doran owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

Sesser

Ever Alluring I: The bearer has an enhanced constitution, staying strong and healthy in conditions where others would wilt and fall ill. Scars never remain, disease rarely seems to visibly touch the bearer, and he/she recovers from injuries much faster than the average member of their race. The bearer seems to age more slowly, though the effect is superficial rather than biological. In addition, everyone encountered is subconsciously attracted to the bearer, even those of incompatible sexual orientation. Those of alternate tastes may not feel compelled to flirt or pursue the marked, but the spark of incomprehensible arousal, however slight, is there all the same.
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