#holy magic

I do have a post where i answerd more details about the Holy Magic in this post here

Reprieve The large Draenei relaxed into a chair beside the bed. He mindlessly scratched at his bare chest, fingers brushing over the thin scars in places. Pulling the book over, he marveled again at the weight of it. Which in turn caused him to chuckle inwardly at the the circumstances that had delivered it to him. Hours earlier, Niquisse had knocked on his door, a large bundled held to her chest. When he answered, his brows raised to meet his crest. “Sutrakarre was not expecting Niqi today. No session was scheduled.” He gestured for her to step in and closed the heavy wooden door behind her. “I know. But I did want to thank you for all you have done for me over the past few years. And I came across this,” she offered quietly. Stepping into the small area at the front of the house, she set it down on the desk with an audible thunk. The Ren’dorei woman moved to the chair she typically rested in when they spoke at his home. Her dark curls fell in front of her face and a glowing tendril curled outward to move them back into place. He stepped to the desk, his expression only growing more curious. “This is unnecessary. Sutrakarre does not do this for Niqi’s payment. Sutrakarre is already paid by the House.” He carefully tugged at the red silk ribbon that had been tied in a large bow over the embroidered fabric that wrapped the unknown contents. “Consider it a gift then, rather than renumeration,” she offered. He nodded and lifted the ribbon away, then carefully unfolded the fabric. Once done, a large, thick tome bound in time worn leather revealed itself to him. The cover bore only a single rune in gold leaf. Light. “What is this Niqi has brought to Sutrakarre?” “It is a copy of a text we had in our family home when I was a young girl. That one was destroyed. Sort of a…guidebook? I am not quite sure how to explain it. It has all of the traditions, manners of worship, proper decorum of the followers of the Light as practiced by the people of Quel’thalas.” She shifted slightly in her seat, peering at him. “Sutrakarre thinks this is a fine gift.” He opened the cover, the beautiful runes on the pages immediately filling his vision. “This will be a new challenge for Sutrakarre. Learning how to read Niqi’s native tongue.” “Oh, I hadn’t considered that. I… damn…” She sighed, hanging her head. Rising from the chair, she reached for the book. “I will find a more appropriate gift.” The Draenei closed it and laid a massive hand on its cover. “There is no better gift than a way to understand Niqi better. Sutrakarre will learn the runes and learn about Niqi from the text.” He smiled gently and bowed to her. “Sutrakarre thanks Niqi for this. It will be a worthy adventure.” Niqi met his bow with a low curtsey, her skirt pooling on the floor around her. “You have been a great help to me and to our family. I hope you know how much it has meant.” “The better question is, does Niqi know? Does family know? Will Alassë grow to know?” His last question was spoken with much tenderness, the golden light in his eyes meeting the blue and violet of hers. The man’s hand came to rest across the back of both of her shoulders. He gave a gentle squeeze. “Most important thing is that one knows of one’s own strength. Sutrakarre didn’t help Niqi. Niqi helped Niqi. Sutrakarre only listened and asked questions.” Niqi rose and smiled, shaking her head a little. “And that was how you helped. Enjoy the rest of your day, Sutrakarre.” He inclined his head, smiling again. “Niqi as well. Give hugs to Alassë from Sutrakarre.” “I will.” As the memory faded, he looked down once again at the page. It had been months, but the runes were finally coming to him with far more ease. Turning to the next page, he began to read again, old feelings of the warmth that was found in the Light beginning to stir. As they built up within in him, the runes themselves seemed to shimmer, then glow before his eyes. As they did so, they almost took on a life of their own, rising from the page and flowing into his mind with less and less effort. Perhaps the Light could still hold the same love for him after all. A Christmas commission I had the pleasure to work on for the wonderful @tindomielsilverthorn. Thank you for commissioning me!

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Chaotic Disintegrate is probably my favorite Holy Magic spell. 😁

EDIT: Sorry guys, I forgot to actually add the scores for the mental stats, so here they are. INTELLIGENCE: 17 (+3) WISDOM: 16 (+3) CHARISMA: 20 (+5)

Like today for instance! He had a meeting with one Mr. Claude Frollo and he was so looking forwards to it. And when the time finally arrived, the small knock on his door coming right on the money, he stood to call out, “Do come in!”