i did something dumb

@dumbwarlock

The library hadn’t panned out. There had been plenty of books, some in languages Dáithí had never even seen, but nothing that explained what this city was. Or even where. Nobody they’d talked to, or overheard, seemed to know either. They were tempted to try and secure an audience with the Gentry– they should be able to play on their family’s name, surely– but it was risky. Aside from the fact everyone in this city apparently wholeheartedly believed the Gentry were unavailable, they didn’t want to risk it. Anyway, they’d seen the manor from their awful lodgings when the smoke briefly cleared, and they were absolutely not going in there if they weren’t wanted. It wasn’t cowardice, really, just… sensible.

Which left one avenue of investigation immediately open. Cast detect magic, and try and find out what, if anything, was powering this place.

They’d taken precautions. Their wild magic made casting any spell a risk, and they didn’t want to hurt anybody by accident. So they’d made their way to the park, by the river, away from where it seemed people tended to walk. At least, far enough away that the surges they’d experienced so far wouldn’t harm anything, aside from the rose trees.

They took a breath and closed their eyes, concentrating, crushing the necessary yew leaf and casting the spell with their free hand. They smiled for a second as they felt the spell work, opened their eyes, and immediately shrieked in pain.

Everything glowed, dazzlingly bright, for just a second before the pain cut through their concentration. They held their hands over their eyes, faintly aware they had fallen to the ground. Gods. 

It took a while to break through the pain, and then through the embarrassment, but eventually Dáithí became aware that they weren’t laying on grass, like they should have been. Which meant… the wild magic had teleported them clean out of the park. Wonderful. They couldn’t be sure, with their hands still clasped against their still aching eyes, but they were pretty certain somebody was nearby, too.

She had meant to keep her walk confined to the Shambles - it was the area most frequented by criminals and the like after all, or so she’d been told - but she’d took a turn down one of the twisting streets and found herself in area that was quite obviously part of a different district, if the giant mushrooms, extensive gardens and large houses were anything to go by. Squinting down the street, she wondered how likely it was a knife-wielding madman might jump out from behind one of the briar bushes.

Not very likely, she decided. But what apparently was quite likely where sudden elf materialisation. And judging by the wild magic she could practically taste in the air and the crushed yew leaf still in their hand, it was a sorcerer who’d just had a little accident.

Grinning broadly, she grasped the elf by the back of their shirt and hoisted them back to their feet. Well, make that a half-elf, she thought as she actually got a look at their face. She’d grown up with a couple back in her hometown, and it was pretty easy to spot once you got a good look at them.

“Had a bit of wild magic trouble there, did you?” She asked with a laugh, “Don’t worry, we’ve all been there!” Though it was obviously a tad different when it came to warlocks and sorcerers. Assuming Ashara was right and they were a sorcerer of course.