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The drow hummed for herself, as she stood by the side of her master.

She was used to being by the side of masters. She had been born and raised a slave, sold and bought a couple of times before she was bought by the dark elven king of Zannas back from the World Below, back from the Underworld of Kazrrad. But what was different is that when they performed their tests to determine her maná capabilities, they decided to free her, and train her to be a mage, for the Dark Legion of the Demons and the City of the Wicked of Zaghal needed desperately more mages for the neat grinder that had turned what had come to be known as the Third War of the Power.

So she stood by hee master, but not as master and slave, but master and student.

Was still incredibly boring thought.

The mage - an old, ancient old Hake Dark elf-, a great and skilled wizard was upscaling magic.

Normally, no skilled wizard is going to be very enthusiastic about creating a magic device that makes shittier wizards able to compete more effectively with them.

These "magic upscalers" looked to her like many other power crystals, cores and stones they had worked on before, even if they where different in use... Or was supposed to ve so, she thought. These devices were to just spends power to apply some fixed kind of effect to a spell.

As said, the concept was old, but like other magic devices this didn't eally saw real research effort behind it until the Third War where you needed more magic explosion creators and you needed them yesterday if not sooner, and you didn't had a century to properly train elf wizards before you chuck them out onto the battlefield.

As her master once told her, in such a situation the calculus for a skilled wizard changes and yes you might rather sit at home in the nice crafting lab and let your shittier apprentices - suitably equipped with magic devices to boost their effectiveness - go die in the mud somewhere.

Normally, wizards wouldn't do this sort of thing, even if someone waved a bag of gold at them.

After all, as her master said, You don't build a trap and minion filled tower deep in the wilds in which to practice your dark arts due to a deep love of freely sharing knowledge and power with the world.

"And the 800 year old faculty of the Dark Arts Universities expect you to work your way up the tenure track the old fashioned way, young elfling. Uphill, both ways, in the snow, while running errands for your elders. The way it was always meant to be!" he had once said.

She had heard other apprentices, that this was the reason why students assessinated their masters. To not have to deal with their bullcrap.

But that sort of thing is what has held back the dark elves for millenia... Or so she have heard in Zaghal. The light elves were smart enough to build a university where that kind of impulse can get tied up in busy-work. Teachers' aides don't have time to plan assassinations, there's too many papers to grade.

So in the past, these Magic Upscalers were not really fabricates, but could, might got a wizard making that sort of thing for his own use maybe, if he expected to be just dropping a ton of spells all the time, but was probably so particular to him that it was hard for someone else to make effective use of it (someone else like, for example, their impatient apprentices).

The drowling yawned.

It would be way more instructive to hear, to be thaught how to make it, and how to use it. But her master was still mad at her.

He had told her, that in his old age, he needed her to delete his search history after he died, and to burn and destroy some of his notes.

While she wondered how to destroy a search history - you banquish all the demons and succubi that her master consulted on his studies? - once, early in the morning, she sincerely thought that the old mage had died... So she did as ordered and destroyed all the evidence she could find... Before her master woke up.

He was not thrilled about that.

Description
The drow hummed for herself, as she stood by the side of her master.

She was used to being by the side of masters. She had been born and raised a slave, sold and bought a couple of times before she was bought by the dark elven king of Zannas back from the World Below, back from the Underworld of Kazrrad. But what was different is that when they performed their tests to determine her maná capabilities, they decided to free her, and train her to be a mage, for the Dark Legion of the Demons and the City of the Wicked of Zaghal needed desperately more mages for the neat grinder that had turned what had come to be known as the Third War of the Power.

So she stood by hee master, but not as master and slave, but master and student.

Was still incredibly boring thought.

The mage - an old, ancient old Hake Dark elf-, a great and skilled wizard was upscaling magic.

Normally, no skilled wizard is going to be very enthusiastic about creating a magic device that makes shittier wizards able to compete more effectively with them.

These "magic upscalers" looked to her like many other power crystals, cores and stones they had worked on before, even if they where different in use... Or was supposed to ve so, she thought. These devices were to just spends power to apply some fixed kind of effect to a spell.

As said, the concept was old, but like other magic devices this didn't eally saw real research effort behind it until the Third War where you needed more magic explosion creators and you needed them yesterday if not sooner, and you didn't had a century to properly train elf wizards before you chuck them out onto the battlefield.

As her master once told her, in such a situation the calculus for a skilled wizard changes and yes you might rather sit at home in the nice crafting lab and let your shittier apprentices - suitably equipped with magic devices to boost their effectiveness - go die in the mud somewhere.

Normally, wizards wouldn't do this sort of thing, even if someone waved a bag of gold at them.

After all, as her master said, You don't build a trap and minion filled tower deep in the wilds in which to practice your dark arts due to a deep love of freely sharing knowledge and power with the world.

"And the 800 year old faculty of the Dark Arts Universities expect you to work your way up the tenure track the old fashioned way, young elfling. Uphill, both ways, in the snow, while running errands for your elders. The way it was always meant to be!" he had once said.

She had heard other apprentices, that this was the reason why students assessinated their masters. To not have to deal with their bullcrap.

But that sort of thing is what has held back the dark elves for millenia... Or so she have heard in Zaghal. The light elves were smart enough to build a university where that kind of impulse can get tied up in busy-work. Teachers' aides don't have time to plan assassinations, there's too many papers to grade.

So in the past, these Magic Upscalers were not really fabricates, but could, might got a wizard making that sort of thing for his own use maybe, if he expected to be just dropping a ton of spells all the time, but was probably so particular to him that it was hard for someone else to make effective use of it (someone else like, for example, their impatient apprentices).

The drowling yawned.

It would be way more instructive to hear, to be thaught how to make it, and how to use it. But her master was still mad at her.

He had told her, that in his old age, he needed her to delete his search history after he died, and to burn and destroy some of his notes.

While she wondered how to destroy a search history - you banquish all the demons and succubi that her master consulted on his studies? - once, early in the morning, she sincerely thought that the old mage had died... So she did as ordered and destroyed all the evidence she could find... Before her master woke up.

He was not thrilled about that.