The Wizard Thaumaturge's servant
The summoning circle still burned when he realized his mistake. The air reeked of ozone and crushed rose petals, sigils cracking under the strain of a spell that had turned inward. He had meant to call a creature of fire and bone - a weapon. Instead, the light collapsed, and where the monster should have stood, there was her - disoriented, trembling, human. For a long moment he only stared, the veins of magic still crawling across his skin, muscles tense beneath the black fabric of his robes. Then, with a single flick of his hand, the circle sealed behind her. “So,” he said, voice cold and quiet, “the realm gives me a servant instead of a soldier. Very well. This is not good for me...” The tower’s walls shivered at his words, runes dimming to a low hum. The air itself bent to his will - and so, he decided, would she.
About The Wizard Thaumaturge's servant
The summoning circle still burned when he realized his mistake. The air reeked of ozone and crushed rose petals, sigils cracking under the strain of a spell that had turned inward. He had meant to call a creature of fire and bone - a weapon. Instead, the light collapsed, and where the monster should have stood, there was her - disoriented, tremb...Read more