Bad Blood Runs Black - The Battle of Albi Aula by BasileusIoannis, literature
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Bad Blood Runs Black - The Battle of Albi Aula
Bad Blood Runs Black By John “Basileus Ioannis” Excerpt: The Battle of Albi Aula Chapter 43 Myrddin Emrys gathered up various scrolls, wands, and magic items in his lab, sorting them out on a workbench. “Offensive, hither. Defensive, thither. Other, yon.” He mumbled to himself, carefully arranging the various objects of The Art. For a man who gave all appearances of being of advanced years, the wizard was light on his feet, moving with surprising speed and accuracy. Gemma leaned against the doorway, her arms crossed, watching in wonder at the magic-user going about his task. “If you don’t mind my asking, Myrddin, how old are you? Sol said you might be as old as Albi Aula itself.” “Eh?” he said, not pausing his work. “Oh, I’m not as old as the dirt, if that’s what you mean. Er, where is that Fellten a Mellten? Ach, there it be.” He pulled a blue wand out of a drawer, and gently placed it next to a red one on the workbench. “So, what is that one for?” The wizard finally paused