Castin Runes Part 3... somebody suddenly grabbed her around her waist and forcefully dragged her into the darkness of the abandoned shop.
By the runes, who is this? That was all Jordis could think of for some seconds as this man even tightened his grip on her and pulled her deeper into the shop, where dust and cobwebs lingered.
“Don’t say a word.”, he hissed a warning, but Jordis struggled against his strong arms to no avail.
“Let me go!”, she demanded, still fighting his grip, but he simply growled as she ignored his command to stay silent. “Now.”, she said, but he still would not let her go.
Alright, she thought and tapped one of the runes on her belt. She knew it well, as she herself had crafted it, it was made of granite, had the shape of a rhomb and a little arrow was carved into it, filled with the molten and now solidified dust of turquoise. It was a rune of telekinesis, one of the oldest formulae known to rune casters.
Whoever had hel
Castin Runes Part 2“Catch the thief!”
Jordis’ head flung to her left and she saw a little boy dash away from a booth that had different kinds of fruit and vegetables on display; one of the shiny, red apples now in the boy’s hand.
He was quick and managed to evade the grip of a total of three men standing nearby, but finally the burly weapon smith grabbed him by his small shoulders and snarled: “Stay put, bugger.”
The salesman who the boy had stolen from came up to him and threateningly said: “This will cost you your dirty, thievish little hand.”
The boy’s eyes widened in shock, for both he and Jordis knew that this was true; caught thieves lost their hands.
“Let him go!”, she demanded and everyone looked at her, “He just took an apple, by the runes. He will not be hungry this evening and you only one apple short. You will live, both.”
The salesman looked at Jordis in shock, but she only returned his look wit
Casting RunesPart 1
Finally. After a lonesome and arduous journey of two months, Jordis had finally reached her destination, the capital city Caellowell.
At the city gates in the South, where she had come from, she wiped the dust off her robe and handed three coins of copper over to the guardsman, the toll to be allowed to enter Caellowell. For an ordinary peasant, this would have been a little fortune, that she knew, but to her it was almost nothing. As a runecaster she had never had any concerns in respect of money. Now, as an accredited runecaster, even less so.
The city guard nodded and signalised her to pass through, clearly not wanting anything more to do with her than he absolutely had to and she understood him. Runecasters were able to work magic that sometimes must seem like wonders to other people. They were revered for their power and knowledge, as they were feared for the very same reasons.
“May the runes fall for the benefit of you.”, Jordis said and wished the man a good
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„Es ist endlich da!“, schreckte ihn Selmas erfreuter Ruf aus seiner leeren, gedankenlosen Tätigkeit des Fernsehens und so schaltete Matt die dämliche Flimmerkiste wieder aus. Wenn seine älteste und einzige Freundin derart überdreht war, konnte man in ihrer Gegenwart ohnehin nichts Vernünftiges mehr machen und es nervte ihn.
Gleichzeitig allerdings musste er schief grinsen, denn sie war nur selten gut aufgelegt, seltener noch als er selbst es war. Und ihm hatte man vor Jahren mal Antidepressiva verschrieben, das nutzlose Zeug.
„Was hast du eigentlich bestellt?“, erkundigte er sich missmutig, als Selma in einer leichtfüßigen Art in ihr Wohnzimmer geschwebt kam, die er beinahe als „tänzeln“ hätte bezeichnen müssen. Sie musste sich ja wirklich irre freuen über die Lieferung, die sie gerade von ihrer griesgrämigen Nachbarin abgeholt hatte, denn sie konnte die alte, verb