One of the advantages to having control of the elements was that irritating things as minor as the heat were easy enough to dispel, as were the leaves and vines that so often got in his way as Loch followed the ominous figure of Kelarie through the jungle. It was better to have her leading the way, cutting a swathe with her impressive stature and superior musculature; being of the magical persuasion himself, he’d never quite seen the need to do things as menial as working out to get himself buff. Why should he? He had magic to do most everything for him, and as a result his slender frame looked rather puny in comparison to his questing partner’s.
His own outfit might have frustrated him more, if he hadn’t worked a simple spell on it to stop those annoying folds from clinging to him. Normally, Loch would wear the traditional robe appropriate to his status as a minor elemental mage, but it had proven far too impractical for such terrain as he found himself in now, so he’d swapped to something considerably less formal and that he wasn’t entirely sure that he was comfortable in: trousers. With a tunic, no less, the sleeves of which were cut off so that his pale, slender arms were exposed. Slung over one shoulder was his satchel, containing a never-ending supply of possibly essential bits and pieces, half of which he’d had no need for so far. Again, magic came in incredibly handy as he’d simply been able to use one of the most basic spells he knew to make enough room in his carry bag for everything but the kitchen sink.
Of course it had been extremely lucky for him to find someone like Kelarie to tag along with. He’d heard about the Cave of T’lazar and the supposed treasure within, and he’d used the lure of gold to bring this adventuring female in on his trek. What he hadn’t told her about, though, was the enchanted relic that was meant to occupy the cave as well – a trophy as ancient as the cave itself, according to lore, and one that would provide its owner with a power beyond their wildest dreams.
... but then again, didn’t all stories of such items run the same way? To Loch it didn’t matter; he’d been struggling at the Mage Academy, his powers hadn’t developed as they should have, and he was in very serious danger of being removed from the school entirely for simply not meeting standards. If he could get hold of this special trinket, and if it worked as it should, then he’d be in very good stead to pass his final exams and become a fully fledged mage.
For why would he need world domination, when he could simply get an A* grade?
Kelarie pushed past a particularly thick branch, which swung back and smacked him wetly in the chest, knocking him off his feet.
“Oof, Kel. Did you forget I’m back here, or something?” Loch grumbled as he picked himself up off the floor. Sometimes, he thought she simply forgot that there was a considerable difference between them, both in height and bulk.