SerafinaF

Forever the shame of the magik academy. In a world where the supernatural flow of magik is as common as the air to breathe, she is talentless and hopelessly lacking in ability---that is until a Demon’s ancient text falls into her hands.

With the aid of a strange group of friends, they venture out attempting to decipher its contents.

Before they realize it, the world as they know it has begun to suffer from demonic assaults with death as the only release from the chaos. 

It’s a race against the clock and the sands of time are running out.

Can they decipher the forbidden secrets in time or will they be doomed to join the immortal army of perdition in the afterlife?

The Disabled Mage at the Topaz Academy of Magikal Arts

Afternoon found us in the middle of a scarred, wind-scourged landscape.

The bitumen storm that we endured through on our way out of The Wastes had been partially covered over by a second Scourge Wind.  This one was a sandstorm of a fine white grit that contrasted in eery surreal with the black tar sands.

Gnarled twisted trunks of once-living trees were covered in the gunk, looking like ghouls standing in huddled misery along the desolate stretches of the highway.

Corwin had found his way onto the rooftop through the sunroof of the vehicle and, without much ado, had taken off on his hoverboard.

He had not flown in awhile and I knew he needed the extra energy boost that it gave him.  I was also glad he had taken the initiative to get out for some fresh air.

Another Scourge Wind!