Wild Magic Surges
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A flash of amber light filled the air, and Essek felt the surge of wild magic even before he turned to take in whatever the consequence of Caleb's spell had taken the form of.
A little boy with short red hair and bright blue eyes was standing where Caleb ought to be, watching Essek curiously and pulling a now too large coat around his shoulders. “Wer bist du?” the boy asked, then when Essek didn’t answer, "Who are you?"
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- Part 1 of Wild Magic Surges
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Caleb asked, “Are you in there, friend? Did the Wild Magic do something?” Stupid question. Of course it did.
It was stupid to ask Essek to come here in the first place, to fight an enemy with an anti magic cone in the Wild Magic of Aeor. Caleb might have pointed that out, if they had any allies who weren’t wizards, or if he wasn’t so selfish. They’d put one of their greatest allies, one of their only allies, in horrible danger and now, now…
“You’re from the Empire,” a quiet voice said, a much smaller head poking through the layers of white fur. The Undercommon accent was a bit thicker than usual, and Essek’s carefully cropped, coiffed hair was now long and mussed up, brushing his shoulders in soft white waves. There was also the fact that this Essek was only just about four feet tall, barely even that, and appeared to be maybe about eight or nine, or perhaps more like thirty if Caleb took into account elf maturity levels.
He also didn’t seem to have any memory of where they were or why they were here.
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- Part 2 of Wild Magic Surges