Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

In that solemn moment, the weight of uncertainty bore down on him. The goddess Ileana mentioned that his mother was alive, and she seemed to be sure about it. Then to whom did these remains belong? The skeletal relic offered no clues, no tangible evidence to confirm or deny his hopes.

Carefully, Jaegar examined the remains, searching for any trace that might connect this solemn discovery to the mysterious disappearance of his mother. Regrettably, the skeletal remains yielded no belongings, no remnants of a life once lived.

Resigned to the enigma that shrouded his mother's fate, Jaegar, with a heavy heart, retreated from the pit he had unearthed. He performed the solemn ritual of burying the grave once more, as tradition dictated, concealing the secrets that lay beneath the soil.

Standing at the apex of the mountain, Jaegar gazed out at the horizon, his mind adrift in contemplation. The goddess's cryptic revelation echoed in his thoughts—his mother was alive, yet her whereabouts remained a tantalizing mystery. The burdens of unanswered questions and the looming threats that pursued him weighed heavily on his shoulders, a testament to the challenges that lay ahead.

Jaegar, standing at the top of the freshly dug grave, felt a mix of emotions coursing through him. The skeleton clad in a woman's dress had unveiled a mysterious chapter of his mother's existence. However, the lack of distinct evidence left him in a state of uncertainty.

He pondered the enigma surrounding his mother's disappearance and the unsettling revelation before him. The whispers of the wind and rustling leaves seemed to carry secrets yet untold. Jaegar's mind, already burdened with the complexities of his lineage and the recent encounter with his father, now grappled with an additional layer of intrigue.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the mountain peak, Jaegar buried the remains with reverence. The grave, once again hidden beneath the earth, became a silent keeper of untold stories.

Jaegar stood there, contemplating the multitude of questions that lingered in the air.

The goddess's words echoed in his mind—his mother was alive, but her whereabouts remained elusive. The threat looming over him from mysterious adversaries added a sense of urgency to his quest for answers.

With a firm resolve, he turned away from the grave, facing the vast expanse before him. The moonlight bathed the landscape in an ethereal glow, emphasizing the challenges and mysteries ahead. Jaegar knew that his journey was far from over, and the pursuit of truth would guide him through the uncharted realms of magic and destiny.

*

The mountainous solitude that enveloped Jaegar was shattered by the sudden manifestation of a portal behind him. The blue manifestation of the portal hasn't been fully formed yet.

Before he could fully comprehend the situation, two mysterious figures emerged, swiftly touched him, and moved past him.

Alert and on edge, Jaegar pivoted to confront the portal, where another figure materialized.

Draped in black attire and an ascetic robe, billowing with an uncanny breeze, the newcomer possessed an air of enigmatic authority. A smoking pipe dangled from his grasp, adding an ethereal quality to his middle-aged countenance adorned with a well-trimmed beard and neatly coifed hair. Striding purposefully towards Jaegar, the man halted, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Caught off guard, Jaegar maintained a wary distance, his senses heightened as he scrutinized the mysterious figure. Confused about who they were and how they found him here. His attention then shifted to the dozen men emerging from the portal, all garbed in matching turquoise attire.

Their uniform appearance, coupled with the distinctive hairstyle featuring long, tied-back hair, added an element of uniformity to their enigmatic presence.

A tense silence lingered in the mountain air as Jaegar awaited an explanation for this unexpected intrusion. The portal, a gateway to uncertainties, hinted at the convergence of fates yet to be unveiled.

The enigmatic man confidently positioned himself in front of Jaegar, expressing, "You look really good in person, like a softboy."

Jaegar, bearing an expression of incredulity, was on the verge of questioning this unexpected arrival when the man smoothly continued, "Jaegar Ambrose, apprentice wizard, finished schooling, intermediate talent."

Interrupting his words, the man paused and circled Jaegar. Jaegar wasn't given a chance to talk as the man stood scrutinising him.

The young wizard instinctively attempted to channel his magical abilities, only to find them obstructed. The man calmly elucidated, "Don't worry; those bracelets are grade-one artefacts. You can't use magic. And please don't damage them; they were very costly." Discover more at m-vl-em|p-yr

Jaegar, now aware of the two bracelets adorning both his wrists, was astonished to realize he hadn't even noticed their placement. Slim and resplendent in their gold and silver hues, the bracelets emanated an air of divine craftsmanship.

As the man spoke, an unspoken weight hung in the air, leaving Jaegar to grapple with the mysterious nature of these artefacts and the purpose behind their sudden imposition.

He couldn't even feel them, as if they weren't attached to his body. Jaegar's mind grappled with the thoughts of the situation he was in. It was like they knew everything about him. Those bracelets were artefacts made by someone, a highly skilled craftsman, as they had done their duty very precisely.

Jaegar couldn't even feel a tiny bit of magic. It was as if he was just a novize.

The enigmatic man's cryptic words lingered in the air as the night sky underwent a sudden and drastic transformation. Dark clouds gathered ominously, shrouding the heavens in an air of foreboding uncertainty. Jaegar, sensing the impending shift, felt a ripple in the magical currents around him, signalling that something significant was about to unfold.

Unperturbed, the mysterious man calmly remarked, "Heavens! It sure is flashy." He turned his attention back to Jaegar and issued a directive, "Be still and don't make things hard for us, soft boy." His tone was deep and firm.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the sky began to roar, ominous thunders echoing through the clouds. The dark clouds amassed, thickening as if mirroring the intensity of the magical energies at play.

Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap rang out in the far distance, reverberating through the air. The sky responded with a brilliant flash, so blindingly bright that everyone present had to shield their eyes, rendering them momentarily blind. The accompanying roar seemed to emanate from the earth's very core, as the ground beneath them quaked and trembled.

It was unlike anything they had seen before, it was truly magnificent yet terrifying, too. The very ground on which they stood trembled with slight tremors.

Amidst this tumultuous symphony of natural forces, Jaegar struggled to channel his magical abilities. The bracelets revealed to be potent, high-grade artefacts, continued to inhibit his connection to the arcane energies that flowed within him. Undeterred, Jaegar persisted, his determination unyielding.

*

Meanwhile, those who sought to tail Jaegar after his mysterious disappearance through the portal found themselves unable to track any magical traces in the vicinity of the station. They saw Jaegar come out of the station and disappear through a portal as soon as he exited.

They searched and scoured every little place around the area and still didn't find him.

Frustrated, they resorted to sending a missive directly to the spire, reporting as per usual.

As the tumultuous events unfolded, the mysterious man observed Jaegar's efforts with a mixture of curiosity and detached amusement. The air buzzed with a charged energy, and the very fabric of reality seemed to waver.

The man, seemingly unfazed by the unfolding chaos, maintained an air of calm assurance.

The tempest in the sky continued to intensify, each thunderous roar and blinding flash adding to the crescendo of the magical maelstrom. In the midst of this unnatural spectacle, Jaegar grappled with the enigmatic nature of the artefacts that bound his magical potential. The answers to his myriad questions remained elusive, obscured by the storm that raged both within and beyond.

He observed the men who surrounded him. They all seemed unaffected by what was going on, but Jaegar could see them flinching at the monstrous thunder crackling in the sky.

Jaegar, too, watched the phenomenon unravel as he stared at the sky. It was unlike anything he had seen before. The sky seemed like it was enveloped in chains of lightning. The vibrant bolts of electricity danced across the dark clouds, illuminating the night with an eerie glow.

The magical phenomenon unfolded with an intensity that transcended the boundaries of the known and plunged into the realm of the extraordinary. The night sky, once serene, now became a canvas for a cosmic display never before witnessed. Dark clouds converged in a stellar dance, swirling and morphing in an intricate choreography that seemed to mirror the arcane forces at play.