Shadow Knight - The Dark Path by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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“Control is the only means to master true magic,” said the prince.

Anamedion shook his head, and half-turned, addressing the other students as much as his

grandfather.

“There is a way to tap into magic, unfettered by incantation and ritual,” said Anamedion.

“Shaped by instinct and powered by raw magic, it is possible to cast the greatest spells of all.”

“You speak of sorcery,” said Menreir quickly, throwing a cautioning look at the apprentices.

“Sorcery brings only two things: madness and death. If you lack the will and application to be a

mage, then you will certainly not live long as a sorcerer. If Ellinithil or Celabreir falter with pure

magic, the spell simply fails. If one miscasts a sorcerous incantation, the magic does not return to

the winds. It must find a place to live, in your body or your mind. Even when sorcery is used

successfully, it leaves a taint, on the world and in the spirit. It corrupts one’s thoughts and stains the

winds of magic. Do not even consider using it.”

“Tell me from where you have heard such things,” said Thyriol. “Who has put these thoughts in

your mind?”

“Oh, here and there,” said Anamedion with a shrug and a slight smile. “One hears about the

druchii sorcerers quite often if one actually leaves the palace. I have heard that any sorcerer is a

match for three Sapherian mages in power.”

“Then you have heard wrong,” said Thyriol patiently. “The mastery of magic is not about power.

Any fool can pick up a sword and hack at a lump of wood until he has kindling, but a true

woodsman knows to use axe and hatchet and knife. Sorcery is a blunt instrument, capable only of

destruction, not creation. Sorcery could not have built this citadel, nor could sorcery have enchanted

our fields to be rich with grain. Sorcery burns and scars and leaves nothing behind.”

“And yet Anlec was built with sorcery,” countered Anamedion.

“Anlec is sustained by sorcery, but it was built by Caledor Dragontamer, who used only pure

magic,” Thyriol replied angrily.

He shot glances at the others in the room, searching for some sign that they paid undue attention

to Anamedion’s arguments. There was rumour, whispered and incoherent, that some students, and

even some mages, had begun to experiment with sorcery. It was so hard for Thyriol to tell. Dark

Magic had been rising for decades, fuelled by the rituals and sacrifices of the Naggarothi and their

cultist allies. It polluted the magical vortex of Ulthuan, twisting the Winds of Magic with its

presence.

They had found druchii sorcerers hidden in the wilder parts of Saphery, in the foothills of the

mountains, trying to teach their corrupted ways to the misguided. Some of the sorcerers had been

slain, others had fled, forewarned of their discovery by fellow cultists. It was to protect the young

from this corruption that Thyriol had brought the most talented Sapherians here, to learn from him

and his most powerful mages. That Anamedion brought talk of sorcery into the capital was a grave

concern. Saphethion, of all places, had to be free of the taint of Dark Magic, for the corruption of the

power in the citadel could herald victory for the Naggarothi.

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