~ Good morning master.
~ Mornin Gonrin. What day is it?
~ Today marks day one.
~ Helpful as always i see. He said as he stared at the pseudo dragon. He waved slightly with his hand as to let him get back to his work redecorating the shelves of books next to his bed. The little room was brightly lit thanks to a handcrafted magical lamp. He'd made it himself a few hundred years prior. Or atleast that's what the note next to his bed said. Frankly he could only remember Gonrin's name. Pictures of various faces flashed before his eyes. A man in a robe fighting a dragon with lighting streaming out of his fingertips. A knight in shining armor standing infront of a army of peasants ready to fight an army of skeletons. A beautiful young goliath that could turn into a wolf.
~ Oh, It's time. He heard someone on his shoulder say. Riardran was invisible as always. It was hard to know if he was actually in the mortal plane or if he used their special connection to contact him from the fey. All this knowledge started to fill his mind in quick succession. Edible mushrooms, current location, proximity to another settlment and diffrent fighting styles. The memory of shooting lightning out of the tops of his fingers returned to him. It seemed right somehow.
~ How long to learn magic again i wonder.
~ A few weeks of rigorous study i'd say.
~ That's more time then i have. Something's pulling me west. I can feel it in my chest, I need to go today. He remembered a force of chaos. Not evil but certainly not a force of good. For whatever reason this force had to be stopped. He moved to find Gonrin in this maze of books. Sixtythree rows down from his bed Gonrin sat behind a desk. Kraken's anatomy the books cover read. Gonrin used a claw to make sure his spectacles didn't fall off.
~ What can i help you with master. Not really a question. If such a thing was even possible.
~ I need supplies. I'm leaving for a western direction as soon as possible. Gonrin's left wing stretched to It's full lenght and did a quick motion towards a prepacked backpack.
~ I've packed what I believe would be of use to you. Which craft are you going to pursuet his time? His eyes never left the book as he talked.
~ I'm not certain. I have this clear picture of shooting magic from my fingers. Then again I can clearly picture myself with a sword in hand.
~ I suggest a pact with Riardran. The delicate art of being a warlock might be what you are looking for. Riardran appeared infront of them both fully visable. He had the form of a sprite yellow in colour with butterfly wings.
~ I'm a bit drained but after i've regained some power then sure. For now choose something else. Preferably something that can summon a beast to ride. Gonrin flew off and came back with a book called "Magical arts of the mortal planes"
~ We have a specific specialization that paladins can studie. A sort of holy protector that has magical abilities that works splendidly with a sword. It can even summon a creature for riding. This should satisfy both of your wishes. I suggest praying to the nature god Skarl and see if he can help in this manner.
On the right side of the road there was snow on the ground. Solid, more than ten centimeters just casually laying there. The left side was green vibrant grass as far as the eye could see. Green grass, some hills and what looks like a forrest further away. This was highly irregular. What made it even stranger was the fact that in the middle of these two works of magic the road was one of dirt, mud and brown ground. Whatever magic had created this had done a splendid work in marking where it began and where it ended. The pseudodragon had suggested he'd stop by a military outpost and ask for a escort. The roads were as of late filled with bandits and dangerous beasts. He'd walked for weeks trailing this negative energy that pulled him west. There were traces of It's passing everywhere. Flowers that were suppouse to be blooming were withering and the green grass brown and downtrodden. He reached out a hand to the flowers and they started blooming ones again. As he strode forward the grass grew tall again, the trees shook of their deppression. He spent three hours walking around and healing the world before he continued on his way.
The military outpost known only as central command post stood before him. The day before he'd used up the last of his rations. He walked with determination in his step the last bit until the gate. A few merchant's wagons were on their way out, he watched them pass before waving to the guards to mark his approach.