Frost: A LitRPG Adventure by DB King

Author:DB King [King, DB]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2022-12-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Their arrival at the Tempest School didn’t go unnoticed. Master Siravar was at Aethon Landing, accompanied by several other Storm Scions and a cluster of senior initiates. Nostalgia surged within Zephyr’s heart as he landed from his Wind Walk spell and beheld the familiar stone fountain just outside the austere, majestic building that was the Tempest School, but it faded swiftly as he saw the grim expressions on the faces of the gathered mages.

“An honor, Archmage Thorn,” Siravar said, bowing as the trio, Thorn, the Glacial Twins, and the Storm Scion delegation approached. “Your arrival is most fortuitous. We have many wounded that would not live through the coming night without healing spells. We were just about to bring them to the Frost School with Wind Walk.”

“We have to complete a sweep of the Tempest School first,” another Storm Scion with a scarred face said. “This is outrageous. The Shadowswarm dare to attack us here, at the heart of the Tempest’s fury!”

“Shadowswarm entities attacked the Tempest School?” Zephyr asked. “How? They shouldn’t even be able to get past the Ascent of Wind!”

“One did,” Siravar said. She nodded to the trio, before turning to the other senior Storm Scions. “These three are His Excellency’s guests. They completed studies here under Master Gathras and the late Master Venn.”

“Where is Master Trevas?” Nella asked.

“He was slain, as was Master Felgar,” the scarred Storm Scion said gravely. He sighed and clenched his trembling fists. “The forge was ransacked, but there wasn’t anything that a Shadowswarm entity would find valuable there.”

“Nightsteel!” Vincent cried. “Could Master Felgar still have had a cache of nightsteel remaining in her forge?”

“We wouldn’t know,” Siravar said, shaking her head. “There are a few serving staff who help her keep the forge tidy, but they have never conducted an inventory of what she kept in there. Nor were they privy to the particulars of her work.”

She gestured to one of the senior initiates, a lanky young man with brown hair that Zephyr recognized as Ober. “Senior Initiate Ober Frish here mentioned that he’d been running some errands for Master Felgar. Front and center, initiate. Tell our guests what you told us.”

“Yes, Master Siravar,” Ober said, stepping from the midst of his peers. He nodded to the trio. “Hello, you three. It’s been a while. Anyway, I learned how to cast Wind Walk recently, so Master Felgar had me ferrying packages between the Tempest School and His Excellency’s home. The last one was a long wooden box longer than I am tall. If I hadn’t put it into my mage band, I wouldn’t have been able to transport it.”

“I’m going to guess you don’t know what was in those packages, right?” Nella asked.

“No, I don’t.” Ober shook his head. “All of them were wrapped up in waxed paper or put inside padlocked wooden chests. And besides, do I look like I’d dare to peek into His Excellency’s things?”

“No, you don’t,” Nella said, a frustrated grunt escaping her lips. “I wish you’d been, though.

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