[Ley-Walker Prestige Class Story for Razail Dusksinger]
I can do this.
Emerald eyes gazed out towards the Sunwell from a small island northeast of Silvermoon. He could have gone somewhere else with someone to assist that could have watched over him, but right now Razail felt this was the safest place he could be away from home. No one would be put in danger if he messed up out here.
I just have to remember what Afina said.
Razail started to focus on the magical auras around him to see what he knew was there, what he felt was there. He never knew what he was using before to go from place to place while he was growing up on his own. There wasn’t another elf around for him to learn from, or to have asked questions of. He had been able to see where he was going, who was there, where the walls would be or any other obstacle that could have been in his path. Now the magic flowing through the ground and lingering in the air was all that could be used to see. And he looked at the vast network that laid out before him.
It’s just another kind of river. Dip my magic into the ley lines to connect.
He closed his eyes so he could concentrate better on what he was doing, on what he was seeing as part of his own magic flowed through the web of ley lines until he would find a place he could not have walked to any other way.
Look, assure of the path… Like shooting an arrow. Lock on and...There!
Within seconds he was standing on a snowy mountain peak. Silvermoon and the Sunwell no longer able to be seen but there was a place he recognized when he looked upon the landscape below.
Wow, the tournament? I really moved far this time. Oh, cold. Icecrown’s still cold.
Hidden lines barely glowed on Razail’s skin as the young druid changed into a form better suited for this weather. A soft poof was muffled out into silence by the snow which fell all around him. White flakes dusted the blue bear fur more and more as he sat in the snow for some time, amazed at what he had done. A few snowflakes that landed on his big, blue nose were admired before he had shaken off all he could to resume his practice.
Okay. So I can do that to get myself very far away from danger, or to travel where there aren’t any portals to the Dream. Should help me not be in the infirmary as much. I don’t want to die again.
Large paws and claws dug into the snow before Razail laid down. Once more the cool white snow blanketed him. His body had started to hunger after such a great distance was covered by magic that he was not used to using. It hurt differently from the hunger he had grown up being used to, as before he only felt it from a lack of food.
I don't want to see the disappointed looks from any Dawnmender again. The druids believed in me when I showed them how I learned to heal after I had died. They believed I'd use it for good… Even if it's usually something warlocks or necromancers use...
A few moments pass before arcane magics were leached out of the ley-line, as well as the life out of the plants nearby for that hunger to be sated.
I'll use everything I can do for good!
Razail stood back up with more determination than before.
I know there's more I can do. Windsong said I could eventually make portals like her. I can help people with portals. I can protect people by having a safe way for them to escape. What did Afina say about portals again?
His eyes closed as he concentrated to remember when Afina had instructed him and taught him more about the ley-lines and portals. It had been a few months, but it hadn’t taken long for him to remember.
It was something about how they’re connected by one ley-line. Through time and space. Hmm, I’ll start small.
Emerald eyes gazed out once more to his surroundings. It was a mountain peak that didn’t have much area, but also was without anyone that could become hurt if things went wrong. All four paws dug into the snow while Razail dipped his own magic down into the ley-lines again.
I. Can.
Arcane lifted as small motes out of the ground, and what had been close in the air coalesced and sparkled.
Do. This.
All was drawn to him, statically clung into his fluffed out blue fur.
Come on…
Four paws shifted in the snow and Razail braced himself as he pushed all the magics out in a straight line before him. A blue blast of arcane cracked outwards, sending him back a foot away even as his claws had scrapped through the snow and ground to stop himself.
What was that?!
The snow that had been kicked up was brushed away by big paws before those emerald eyes examined what he had done. A line of melted snow marked his attempt, and it went passed the edge of the mountain peak. He stood there and looked out into the snow speckled air, once more amazed at what he had done.
That wasn’t what I wanted but I could really hurt an enemy far from me like that.
Razail turned back to the spot he had arrived at and sat back down to think.
I should practice more before I use this around others. I don't want someone to get hurt on accident.
He hungered again, and this time it was the pain he was used to. A cold breath was drawn in before he sighed.
I’ll ask Windsong about making portals and try them again later. Time to go home before I get stuck out here without anyone knowing where I’m at.
Emerald eyes glanced down at the tournament grounds while Razail focused again, and in the time it had taken him to blink slow, the scenery had changed. He sat there, staring out at the streets of Silvermoon from the apartment balcony he called home only to be called inside for dinner.
