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Transalpyne Saga - 1.8 WantedMost of the inns near the wall were pricey, catering mostly to wealthy merchants who wanted to avoid the rougher parts of town closer to the bay. Naomi did not have much money with her, and she wanted it to go as far as it could, so she made her way east toward the water. She had heard the guards' warning about rough types and pirates, but she was sure she could take care of herself should anyone try to assault her. She followed the High Street, looking in all directions to take in the sights and sounds of the town. Two- and three-storey houses rose above her, many with shops on their ground floors, at least on the High Street. Numerous alleyways branched off between the buildings, and she watched the shadows warily as she continued eastward. It was a good thing she did, too, because she noticed more and more people lurking in the shaded areas as she grew closer to the water.
A large, welcoming inn stood almost directly on the wharf. Its sign n
Transalpyne Saga - 1.7 Peridot PortNaomi took her time travelling along eastward. The weather was fine, and the scenery was lush and green, a rare sight in her mountainous home. From time to time, she met up with others travelling the same way, but they kept their distance, and some even eyed her warily. No one bothered her, though, and she reached the port city within a couple of days.
She smelled the ocean before she saw it. A brisk wind blew toward shore, carrying the salty tang of seawater to her nostrils and blowing it through her long hair. It made her sneeze at first. The spicy scent of pine and spruce had a similar effect when she visited home. The Academy grew few evergreens. Taking a deep breath through her mouth, she blew gently, whistling slightly, and the wind wrapped around her, sending the salty air around her as well instead of full on in her face. She sighed. This was much better.
Able to see better now, she topped a rise that looked down on the bay.
Transalpyne Saga - 1.6 Magic Runs in the BloodFive pairs of wide eyes stared at the mage girl as she started on her sixth bowl of oatmeal. She had practically inhaled the first two before slowing down to a normal eating pace. "You certainly have an appetite," the straw hat man's wife said as she took a bite from her own bowl. She was still working on her first.
"Where does she put it all?" one of the young boys at the table asked his father quietly.
"Magic," Naomi replied between mouthfuls. The family collectively gave her a quizzical look. "Magic runs in the blood," she said with a sigh as she set her spoon in the bowl and prepared herself for the difficult explanation. "When someone gets injured and bleeds a lot, he needs a lot of food to get healthy again, right?" The man nodded knowingly. "Well, when a mage uses magic, the same things happens. I used a lot of magic last night to get rid of all of those things." She took another bite of oatmeal.
"So food replenishes ma
Transalpyne Saga - 1.5 Breakfast«I need to report this to the Mage Councils,» Johnn said absently as he clenched and unclenched his hand as if to make sure it still worked.
«Is your hand alright?» Naomi asked.
«It just tingles a bit,» he replied with a wry grin. Naomi rolled her eyes and went over to him, taking his hand in both of hers. She closed her eyes and probed at it with her magic. She felt the coolness of her healing magicks spread out into his fingers then sent it up his arm as well. Satisfied that it really was just feeling the after effects of the Lightning magicks, she pulled her own magic back into herself and let go. «See? I’m fine.» Johnn pulled his hand away abruptly.
«Do I need to go with you?» she asked, ignoring his sudden gruffness. Johnn was always distant, even with her, his best student.
«No, that will not be necessary,» he replied as he drew a circle in the dirt with t
Transalpyne Saga - 1.4 Vile WorkAn hour later, exhausted and sweating from heat and exertion, Naomi surveyed the fields. It was dark now, but the moon was bright enough that it silvered the fields and hedges with its pale light. Thin columns of smoke drifted upward and were caught by the gentle night breeze. The girl took a deep breath, spreading her arms wide to catch as much of the breeze as possible. She regretted it instantly, coughing violently as the stench of decay from the smoke and ashes blasted her full in the face.
<<At least I got all of them,>> she said aloud to herself. <<Or at least I hope I did.>> She looked around again and listened carefully. Nothing moved except the smoke columns, and a deep silence blanketed the fields. Satisfied with her work, she looked up at the moon and smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the silence, even if she could still smell the foul stink the breeze brought her way.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" a cracke
Transalpyne Saga - 1.3 MonstersNaomi surveyed the fields outside the village in the gathering dusk. Dark shapes shambled about aimlessly, trampling the young crops underfoot. At first, she could not understand why the townsfolk were so afraid of the things; they seemed more like pests than monsters to her.
"What are you doing!?" hissed a voice from behind her. Naomi whirled around to find a man in a broad brimmed straw hat motioning emphatically to her. "What are you doing, girlie? Get over here 'afore they see you!" Naomi took another glance at the things in the fields before joining the man behind a hedgerow. She frowned at him suspiciously.
"What are those?" Naomi asked, looking out over the fields again. "And why are you all so afraid of them?"
"They're..." the man stammered, "they're... They're too terrible to even mention."
"That is what everyone else in town told me as well," came the exasperated reply. She was about to say something more, when the wind sh
Transalpyne Saga - 1.2 LorraineNaomi's first destination was the village of Lorraine, a farming community on the plains just south of the mountains. She travelled there via the large transport crystal, tended by Herman, one of the oldest mages known. She staggered for a time, dizzy. Travel by transport magic always disoriented her on arrival.
The women chattering by the well near where she had appeared eyed her with a mixture of suspicion and fascination as she approached. One of them whispered something to the others, and they all began to laugh.
"Now what is a young girl like you doing out here all by yourself?" the whisperer asked. "And a mage, no less!"
"What strange clothes," another remarked before Naomi could respond.
"Such garish colours," a third scoffed.
"The colours represent my magical talents," Naomi responded. "Orange for fire, bright blue for water, pale blue for ice and yellow for healing." With this matter-of-fact and unruffled explanation, the laughter disa
Transalpyne Saga - 1.1 Naomi"Naomi!" Naomi turned when she heard her name. Bartholomew was running down the corridor after her, the long sleeves of his robes flapping loudly behind him. He stopped when he reached her and fell to his knees in exhaustion. She laughed quietly, covering her smile with a long sleeve.
"You did not have to run," she said. "I would have waited here for you." He shook his head.
"I wanted... wanted to..." he gasped for air as she helped him to stand. He steadied himself and dook a deep, shaky breath. "You're leaving today, right? I wanted to give you something." He drew a small book from a pocket in his robe. "Here," he said, holding it out to her.
"Thank you," she said and took it. Thumbing through the pages, she noticed they were all filled with Bartholomew's tight penmanship. "What is this?" she asked. He gave her a big grin.
"It's my notebook," he replied triumphantly. Naomi frowned and turned som
Transalpyne Saga - 0.0 IntroductionFor over a century, the humans of Transalpyne and the mages of Pumagie have held a shaky peace. The humans value the furs and fine metalwork brought by the traders from Pumagie, but they find the mountain-dwelling mages to be barbaric in their lifestyle and customs. The mages hold the humans as inferior, since they have no talent for magic, but the food which Transalpyne exports has become almost necessary in the harsh mountain environment.
In recent years, however, tolerance has increased, and these sentiments have begun to dissolve for the most part. The Mage Academy, within the high mountains that delineate the international border, has been accepting students of human descent for the last thirty years, and the valley in which the school resides has become a well-protected neutral zone.
When a student has achieved a certain measure of control and experience with his magic, usually at the age of sixteen or seventeen for those who started young, he is sent out into the wor
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