Imperial wizard, p.1
Imperial Wizard, page 1
Imperial Wizard
ARCANE AWAKENING
BOOK ONE
J. PARSONS
Copyright © 2023 by J. Parsons
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
About the Author
About Royal Guard Publishing
Chapter
One
Verdan's eyes flew open as he inhaled sharply and instinctively cringed from the expected pain. Pain that had haunted his every waking moment for what seemed like untold ages. Bracing his mind, Verdan began to formulate the spell that would put him back under, but this time, something was different. There was no pain.
Every time Verdan woke from his self-imposed slumber, he recast his spell, sending him back into the long-term stasis he'd devised. He couldn't even remember how many times he'd cast the spell, how many years he'd slept away here in his hideaway.
Still, there was no pain, and that made it all worth it. The sheer bliss of being pain-free was enough to make tears well in his eyes.
A smile crept across his face as Verdan dared to breathe once more, the stale air making him cough and splutter.
"Aer," Verdan croaked as he made a soft throwing motion with his right hand and focused on the concept of a fresh breeze.
Overcharging the spell a little, Verdan made sure to freshen the air, not just move it.
Immediately, he felt a slight drain on his energy reserves, as a soft breeze filled the chamber he was in, ruffling his hair and disturbing the dust around him. It was a minor spell, one that used only a single word of power and a straightforward concept, but it was still the first spell he'd been able to cast without being in agonizing pain for a long, long time.
Verdan sat up and simply breathed in the air for a few minutes, recasting the air spell every so often. For the moment, he was content to sit and enjoy his freedom from the curse that had driven him to this extreme solution. In truth, he hadn't known this would work.
The stasis spell he used was one he had created himself, but even so, it was inaccurate enough that he didn't know how long each casting lasted. He'd cast it the first time not knowing if it would be minutes, months, or years that he would sleep.
For an average person, such an open-ended spell would be worthless. For a man suffering under a death curse from a powerful hex witch, a curse that was designed to torture the recipient until they killed themselves, open-ended oblivion had been quite appealing, really.
Ironically, it was only due to the sadistic nature of the curse that he'd survived. If it had started at full strength, he would have never been able to finish creating the spell. Instead, it had started weak, gaining in power each day and causing more and more pain until he couldn't take it any more.
The whole thing had been a race against time, one that Verdan had barely won.
Still, he'd survived. That was what mattered. The first thing to check was how long Verdan had been asleep. The war had been in full swing when he’d been cursed, and he couldn't help but wonder what he would find when he emerged once more.
It didn't really matter to him which side won. It wasn't like there was much difference between the two sides. One was led by a self-named Wizard-King, and the other by the latest in a line of Wizard-Emperors. One was new and different, the other as old as recorded memory. It was more a matter of siding with friends and family than the political aspect for someone at his power level.
Feeling a little more in control of himself, Verdan pulled himself up into a sitting position, groaning as his protesting muscles exerted themselves. A quick check of himself was enough to ensure that everything was working, just weak.
Sighing and leaning back against the wall for a moment, Verdan simply enjoyed the lack of pain, enjoyed feeling like his mind was his own once more.
Verdan was a simple researcher, a Wizard of moderate power. He wanted to do his own thing and not be beholden to any larger powers. Hopefully, the war was over, and he could finally get a chance to claim some land somewhere and kick back for a while. The thought of relaxing and retiring from everything for a few years was an enticing one, but first, he needed to get up off the floor.
"Okay, enough woolgathering, up we go. Disir," Verdan muttered to himself, bracing himself on the nearby wall and getting to his feet as he conjured a pale orb of light in the palm of his hand.
The soft illumination revealed the room well enough that he could look over the area in which he'd slept so many years away. It was an emergency bolt-hole he'd made a few years earlier that was fifteen foot square, with a hidden entrance and some basic supplies.
Well, a few years before his first cast of the stasis spell, anyway.
The storage box containing the supplies was actually the original recipient of the stasis spell that Verdan had used on himself. He'd been working on a way to store perishable materials in the long term. Little did he know at the time that he'd be using an unstable variant of the spell on himself.
Shaking his head, Verdan examined the box and smiled in satisfaction. The Aether construct that had been regulating the spell was still functioning. Breaching the seal of the box, Verdan reabsorbed the Aether of the construct absently as he rummaged through its contents.
The first things Verdan took was a clean set of clothing and his staff. Picking up the six-foot length of ebon wood, he put the soft orb of light he'd conjured atop its end, fixing it in place with an exertion of his will.
With the room lit up nicely, he started to get changed, shedding the loose robe he'd slept in. The new clothing wasn't anything special, just a tunic, loose trousers and a dark green cloak with a series of pockets on the interior. His favorite cloak had been ruined by a nasty acid attack just a few days before he'd been cursed. Hardly enough time to replace it before he'd had to seal himself away.
While it wasn't a huge inconvenience for him, this new cloak didn't have any sigils on the interior, leaving him without one of his primary defenses. It would also be a hard one to replace. He'd have to find the same enchanter if he wanted the same effects, and even then, that wasn't guaranteed.
Still, the war should have ended by now. He doubted anyone would remember him. Verdan was a capable researcher and a decent Wizard, but he was hardly an archmage or a prodigy.
Unfortunately, it was a similar situation with the staff. Verdan had broken the original one when he defeated the husband of the Witch who'd cursed him. The man had been a powerful Wizard himself, and though Verdan had won, it had been a closer call than he would have liked.
He'd been cursed not long after that battle, and a new staff had been the last thing on his mind. All of which meant that Verdan had only been able to store his backup staff. An annoying issue, but not a huge problem.
This equipment was only to get him to a town or a city. Once he was back in civilization, he could buy proper replacements.
He had a small pouch of coins and gems in his cloak, enough to cover such an expense. It was all that was left of his life's savings. Verdan had done a lot of theoretical research on stasis spells, but getting the time and assistance needed to create a new ritual from scratch had been expensive.
A good mage was never out of work for long, though, so he had no concerns about getting more.
"Agora," Verdan gestured to the wall with his staff, visualizing a door opening as he cast the spell.
A part of the wall that looked identical to the rest swung out and away from him, letting in both blinding sunlight and a very welcome breeze of crisp air. The light made Verdan blink blearily, and he stopped supplying the small gray orb at the top of his staff with magic, the magelight disappearing a moment later.
Walking forward with a touch of anticipation, Verdan emerged from his chamber and found himself standing on a stone ledge halfway up the side of a cliff overlooking the endless blue of the ocean.
Squawking birds and the crash of waves against rock gave the whole sight a rather relaxing ambience, one only highlighted by the salty tang of the sea air.
It was almost a picturesque location, beautiful and pristine. The problem was that it wasn't the landscape he'd left behind.
He'd picked a nice cliff near a small village that he'd been to before, but the closest water had been a small lake. There should have been miles of landscape between this cliff and the ocean. Just how m uch had changed while he was asleep?
"Hefan raf," Verdan intoned, using one of his favorite spells as he stepped off the edge of the cliff.
Small bands of compressed air wrapped around his body as he slowly descended through the air, holding him aloft as he directed himself down to the narrow strip of land at the base of the cliff. The water lapped gently at the shore as his feet touched the ground, and despite the general anxiety he was feeling at the change, he couldn't help but smile at the pleasant scene before him.
The steady thump of the end of his staff hitting the rocky ground measured out his pace as he walked along the narrow shoreline and took the nearest path inland.
He didn't recognise anything around here; nothing looked the same at all, but the path he'd found seemed well-trodden. Hopefully, it would lead somewhere. The best result would be civilization of some description, but only time would tell.
Setting off down the path, Verdan eyed his surroundings, taking in as much as he could as he looked for any sort of landmark or similarity to what he remembered of the area. Nothing seemed quite right, though.
Verdan was starting to wonder just how long he had slept for. Every time he'd awoken, he'd cast the stasis spell again with every iota of magic he could command, but Verdan wasn't even certain how many times he'd done that. The whole experience was a blur.
A pulse of dark energy from somewhere to the north pulled him out of his musings on how long his spell may have lasted.
Dropping into a fighting stance and raising his staff defensively on instinct, Verdan extended his awareness out into his surroundings, catching a second pulse as it rippled past him. North-east.
"Damn it all," Verdan cursed as he set off at a jog toward the source of energy.
Despite the time that may have passed, he was still a representative of the Grym Imperium.
His oaths as an Imperial Wizard bound him to investigate immediately. Dark magic was a temptress that seduced even petty dabblers further into depravity than they could possibly imagine. There weren't many duties that a Wizard had to the empire, but dealing with dark magic was in the top few.
"Hast," Verdan barked out as he started to pick up the pace, air whipping past him as his spell gave him more speed.
Thankfully he'd not cast much since awakening. He could afford a small enhancement spell like this, and still be able to throw some battle magic around if need be. There were benefits to being a generalist like Verdan; the main one, in this case, being that he had a wide range of spells and effects to draw on without forcing something to work.
Two more pulses of energy washed over him as he honed in on their source, each one making his hair stand on end and unsettling him a little bit more. There was no reason to be projecting energy like this; any Wizard worth his salt would do exactly as Verdan was now.
It only invited destruction.
The implication that they could do something like this with impunity scared Verdan. Perhaps the Imperium had long since moved away from the area, though—that would explain it. Regardless, it didn't change his duty right now.
Rocky cliffs and bracken gave way to a light woodland as he closed in on the source of the magic, slowing his pace to a light jog while keeping his enhancement spell active. The main focus of the spell was his speed and endurance, but there was some carry-over to reaction time as well, a useful bonus when going into a potentially hostile situation alone.
The dark magic was like a lodestone, drawing him in as the woods thickened, and he began to hear guttural chanting. The words were unknown, but the language was one he recognised as a variant on the Infernal tongue. Abyssal speech mixed with dark magic usually meant ritual summoning or sacrifice, for power or favor, sometimes both.
Slowing down to move as stealthily as he could through the undergrowth, Verdan soon found himself at the edge of a clearing filled with a vision straight out of one of his nightmares.
Several buildings were haphazardly constructed in the clearing, their odd angles and strange geometry marking them as something no human would build. Among the buildings were several dozen humanoid figures dancing around a central altar dominated by a blood-stained stone slab.
Verdan didn't need to see the fine details to know what he would find.
This was a ritual sacrifice set-up, one that he remembered well from the last time he encountered the Cyth. He'd been an apprentice then, only able to fetch help to exterminate the creatures and rescue their captives.
Not now, though—now he had the power to save anyone caught by these disgusting things.
The Cyth were creatures twisted and corrupted by the foul magics they practiced, the unholy creatures they worshiped granting their blessings while leaving their mark on both their soul and flesh. There were countless types of Cyth, with new variants constantly developing.
What a Cyth worshiped and what they practiced would shape the creature's form, granting them more power over time as their form was suffused with abyssal energy.
Thankfully, it looked like all the creatures were Cyth Lai, with only one Cyth Bayne leading the ritual. A Bayne was a higher-order monstrosity capable of wielding the dark energies that filled it.
Usually, any Bayne would hide its presence for fear of being located by anyone searching for dark magic. It would never conduct a ritual like this without at least a dozen more like it backing it up.
A Cyth Bayne had the same magical prowess as a Wizard who was finishing their apprenticeship at the Imperial Academy. While that was nothing to sneeze at, it was also easy prey for a squad of guardsmen with proper backup.
Focusing on the current problem, Verdan took a moment to survey the clearing in more detail, noting the apparent age of the buildings, and that only one of them had guards outside it.
The guards were stationed off to one side, next to a dark patch of ground that could easily be an underground cell to keep prisoners. No doubt they were keeping their captives below-ground and bringing them up one-by-one to be sacrificed.
Given the fresh blood on the ground around the altar, and the eagerness of the surrounding Cyth Lai, Verdan knew he couldn't wait any longer.
It was time to act.
Chapter
Two
Circling the Cyth clearing took several precious minutes, each one bringing the moment that the Bayne would sacrifice the next victim that much closer.
Thankfully, Verdan knew that this type of ritual would take some time, so he had a few moments to prepare. Still, he didn't know how fresh those bloodstains were. Those few moments might expire at any moment.
It also didn't help that some Cyth were wandering in and out of the clearing, making it that much harder to get to the other side without being noticed.
A rustling from up ahead made Verdan freeze mid-step. A pair of Cyth were emerging from behind a small thicket of trees, dragging a dead deer.
Both Cyth were humanoid, with long curling horns sweeping up from their foreheads and exaggerated bestial features, like goats. Likely they had once been human, but they could also have been animals corrupted by the energies given off by a ritual like this. It was hard to tell, and it also didn't make much difference at this point.
There was no going back once they were like this. Abyssal energy was tenacious once it had a hold of someone.
Waiting for them to drag the deer well past him, Verdan crept through the undergrowth until he was at the rear of the building with the two guards. He could see now that there was a definite passage leading underground, right where those two guards he'd seen before were posted.
The entrance was built into the side of the building, and looked to be little more than a packed earth tunnel. The guards were bestial humanoids, just like the first two he'd seen, but these had filed down their claws and were holding spears that were tipped with a jagged blade meant to draw as much blood as possible.
