I love your writing!! Fic prompt- Uk'atoa chose Fjord bc he had undiscovered sorcerer magic, and now that his warlock magic is gone his sorcerer magic is manifesting in difficult to control ways
this prompt is absolutely INSPIRED
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The yeti—or whatever this monstrosity was—let out a roaring howl in the churning storm around them. Its great fists lurched skywards, blocked out the sun, then swung down with murderous intent—
Fjord just barely had the time to turn, to see the shadow fall above, to fumble for his whip, feel it fall, raise his hands—
And then, something very peculiar happened.
Or more accurately, two things in quick succession:
First, his fingers trembled in the cold and as he squeezed his eyes shut and cried into the blizzard, suddenly, a burst of searing poison sprung from his palms and splashed onto the yeti, causing it to rear upwards in pain, grabbing at its face and clawing at its cheeks, and with that distraction, Beauregard leapt forward, fists crackling with thunderous force as she slugged the creature so hard in the gut that it doubled over, spasmed, and fell like a tower.
Its massive form collapsed into the snow.
She stepped back, let the unused lightning fade.
She glanced over her shoulder at Fjord.
“I don’t know what you did, but tha—”
She stopped.
“Yo, what the fuck.”
“Fjord!” Jester gasped, running immediately to his side. Her jewelry jingled in the open air, the storm now settling with the yeti’s death. “Fjord, oh my gods, look at you, oh my gods—”
“Jeez, can you cool it?” Nott added as she approached, shielding her eyes from the blinding light. “You’re like a sun or something. What gives?”
“It’s a good look,” Caduceus rumbled. “But…it’s not the Wildmother, is it?”
Fjord examined his hands. He looked up.
“…er…no. I don’t believe it is.”
Caleb finally emerged from the treeline and joined the rest in a circle of amazement.
“Well,” he said, after a moment’s pause, “this is certainly…odd.”
Fjord blinked. He rubbed his eyes, blinked again. But no matter how hard he tried, the radiance emanating from his body did not fade.
He was glowing. And rather brightly, too.
They considered this another thirty seconds longer. And then, as suddenly as it’d come, the light vanished.
“Oh,” said Jester. “Oh. Well.”
“Yo, what the fuck?!” Beau repeated again—within seconds, she was shaking Fjord by the arm. “Dude, what the hell was that shit?! Was it magic? Was it the yeti? Are you fucking cursed?”
“As far as curses go,” Caduceus volunteered, “that one didn’t seem so bad.”
Fjord let himself be jostled. His whole sense of being had gone a bit askew.
“Was it magic?!” Jester echoed, running over to rattle him too. “And before that, the poison, what was that, Fjord?”
“I—I don’t…I’m not—”
“He definitely would’ve had to make it magically,” Nott said, “there’s no way he’s smart enough for alchemy.”
That was just what Fjord needed to find reality. His eyes narrowed.
“Gee, thanks, Nott.”
“She is right, though,” Caleb said. “Not,” he added quickly, “about your intelligence, I mean. Rather, the glowing, and that acid…well, it actually looked like a spell.”
Caleb scratched his chin. “Er…yes and no. That first attack certainly resembled Poison Spray, I have seen it cast before, plenty of times. But…there was no trigger you displayed. No arcane symbols or words of power, or coherent gestures.”
“Can’t…can’t I do magic without those?” Fjord waved his hands. “Or—no, that’s not possible, is it? Not without…outside help, I mean…”
Caleb studied his face intently. Fjord had to do his best to stay still. Everyone else watched the gears turning in Caleb’s head.
“Er…well,” the wizard said eventually, “that sort of talent is not…unheard of. It would just mean…ja, if I am correct, it would mean that you may be a sorcerer, Fjord. Like our old friend Calianna. Perhaps…maybe, perhaps, this whole time you have had latent magical abilities. Due to either your bloodline, or a chance at birth. Or, maybe, this is new, a result of your exposure to the arcane.”
Beau raised an eyebrow.
“You it’s a side effect of all the magic shit we gave him, or something?”
“Or maybe it’s leftovers from the stuff you ate!” Jester immediately slapped him in the stomach. “Fjord, Fjord, maybe it’s still in there!”
“Oh gods—”
Caleb also shrugged, which was not encouraging in these circumstances.
“Not only that,” he said, way too lightly, “that glowing effect…it is something I have read of. Whatever the source of your potentially new powers is, it is also…ja, it could be a bit wild. And, er…more aptly, chaotic. Something…similar to that glowing could occur any time you cast a spell. Or, ah, or something less…helpful.”
“Like what?”
“Well,” Caleb’s voice went reedy, “well…ich habe keine Ahnung, I do not know, maybe you could teleport, or something.”
“Who would know?!”
Caduceus patted him on the shoulder.
“That doesn’t seem so bad though, does it?”
“Er…he could also hop dimensions, I think—”
“Hop what—”
“Think of it this way!” Nott grinned. “With magic, you aren’t a liability anymore! Or maybe you still are, but now it’s way more fun for us!”
Beau smacked him on the arm.
“Cast another spell,” she demanded. “Come on, come on, hit me with poison now.”
Fjord closed his eyes.
“I’d really rather not—”
Through the muddle fog of disbelief in his ears, he heard, distantly:
“—his dick get huge—”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. He sighed.
“Gods above,” he muttered, “Wildmother, if you’re listening, just…please, go ahead and end me.”
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