He was unquestionably the most gifted student or guide in all the arts of being a War Magji. Whilst his ability with all types of war magic was extraordinary he was like other War Magji weaker in using the healing gift; he could stem a shallow wound sealing the skin but any greater wounds or smaller broken bones those apparently could not be mastered by any war Magji.

Since the founding of Kepzohely at the beginning of the demon wars many Magji had passed through its halls. By the end of his first anni in Kepzohely, Ricard exhibited nascent power and adaptable skill beyond any previous student, gaining the body tattoos of distinction with each skill he mastered.

Outclassing the strongest and ablest warrior guide and all the talented Magji instructors Ricard normally shone, that was apart from this rising as he struggled with his hangover.

Across from the dorms where Ricard struggled with the garderobe door was the academy administration area; as always working in his study since early bells was Arch-Magji Jastin. The academy leader was hard at work after collecting some scrolls from a basket left for this purpose just inside his room near the door.

Jastin walked to his imposing walnut desk, its warm hues giving a falseness of heat to a normally chilly room this early. In his early fifties Jastin was not the typical academic, his trim wiry frame, lean with well exercised muscle marked him out as a fighter rather than a plump out of condition pen pusher.

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With thinning grey hair that was neatly clipped alongside surprisingly thick greying sideburns they combined in framing Jastin’s weathered and serious face. As he sat he began skimming yet another message scroll while his mind drifted to Ricard’s beginnings. He realised within the first few circuits of Ricard’s attendance here was an exceptional student as his tattoo marking testified.

Irrespective and despite his young age he displayed extraordinary and powerful gifts, far and above anyone else. Some people would have been arrogant with such gifts whereas Ricard was generous in spirit, humble and sagacious beyond his annis.

Ricard’s relationship with the Magji Power was evident to all, his growing abilities and maturity continued circuit by circuit marking him out as special, a leader of men, and a stalwart hero in the making. Jastin considered the deteriorating situation in all the lands, looking up from the messenger delivered report received late last night.

He wondered how long it would be before Ricard’s generosity would last given the rising demonic problems. Jastin knew more about the true state of affairs in all the surrounding lands than most of the respective heads of those individual kingdom states. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Ricard’s abilities would be placed under the scrutiny of real battle, not merely training at Kepzohely.

Meetings he both led and attended gave him the knowledge things were getting worse, especially in the less populated outer kingdoms where attacks were becoming more frequent with whole settlements disappearing. How he wished to return to the woods, where he longed to wander the land seeking solitude and communion with the Power.

He knew though that the Power wasn’t content for those it gifted as Magji to sit idly by while mankind was shuddering to a cataclysmic disaster, greater than those that ended the first two ages of man.