Archeren's Secret Study

[Kyvar The Phoenix King]

Archeren's Study. These are where the forbidden books not permitted in the library are. Books of Necromancy, Books of Summoning, Books that are too dangerous for anyone to master. Even Archeren rarely read these books to learn magic from it. He has a scrying orb in his study that he constantly studies. (I do not own this picture. Credit goes to the person who drew it.)  

[Kyvar The Phoenix King]

Archeren, High Wizard of Arun
~Not Self-proclaimed~

"Magic is a form of heart, not for one's gaining of power. Listen to your heart"-Archeren



He casually looked over at his scrying orb. The intense battle in the Solar Phantom's Desert, looked intense. The undead seemed to never stop. It was the usual with the undead. A simple holy spell could take out the undead, however now would not be the time to study that spell. Archeren snapped his fingers and a ball of blue light appeared over his table. Taking his eyes off of his orb for a few seconds, he walked over to his bookshelf. He grabbed the Forbidden Arts of Necromancy, book of the undead. Slowly he peered into the books. Since it wasn't an emergency he did not use the magic to aid him in reading. This book was over two thousand pages of Necromancy secrets, and the creations that are caused by Necromancy, such as summoning the dead, creating Death Knights, becoming a lich, and ressurecting power undead dragons known as Dracolich. Not to mention other creatures as Wraiths, Ghosts, Banshees, Nightmares, and other creatures. Archeren smiled. He could not intervene, even if he wanted to. This was a battle for the mortals of the realm below. If a Lich was to ever appear that is where he would need to spend his energy. Rotating his ring on his left pointer finger, he murmured to himself "Where is he hiding? My orb cannot scry something of his nature."  

[Kyvar The Phoenix King]

Archeren, High Wizard of Arun
~Not Self-proclaimed~

"Magic is a form of heart, not for one's gaining of power. Listen to your heart"-Archeren



After he finished perusing his book, he closed it. It was time for him to intervene. A mortal had fallen. He could not allow another to fall victim to this dracolich. Being that it was a mere summon, it did not have a Phylactery. Slowly, he stood up and went back to the bookshelf. Placing the book back on the shelf, Archeren carefully picked up another book. Book of the Holy Guardian. His eyes fueled his emotions. He waved his hand and it opened to a specific page. "hm, an Ancient Spell, it would be nice to add another spell to my collection" Standing up, he headed to the drawn circle on the floor. He grabbed the book, his brown cloak fluttered in the nonexistent wind. Swiftly he spoke the spell of summoning. "From the Sun, From the Moon, and From the Stars, I call upon the ancients to answer my call. Allow those who must repent be served with the justice hammer! Seven Star Holy Meteor! As he chanted the spell, a gust of wind flourished the room. A Divine gold light fell upon the circle. Archeren levitated his scrying orb to him. It stood projected in midair. He placed both of his hands on the orb. The orb showed a blast on it. He emptied the energy from his ring and his staff. This was an overwhelming spell and to use the power sweat poured from his face. An Ancient Spell like this will take most of his energy.  

[Kyvar The Phoenix King]

Archeren, High Wizard of Arun
~Not Self-proclaimed~

"Magic is a form of heart, not for one's gaining of power. Listen to your heart"-Archeren



After the meteor had finished off the Dracolich and everything, Archeren entered a deep meditation, unable to break free from it until now. His eyes snapped open and his staff flew from his hands, knocking into the wall. Slowly, he stood up making sure his cloak didn't get caught. His scrying orb had lit up a light pink. Meaning it was time to search for an artifact. He slowly peered into the vibrant colors of pink. A mirror was shone to him. He touched the orb and instantly he was inside of his own head.

The dwarf changed shaped, it appeared to be one of the ancient heroes that once saved the land. The dwarf controlled his powers. He launched another attack at the monster that beckoned him forward. The darkness rained down upon that world that day. However, he ended up dying. Not because of battle or bloodshed, but because of poison.

Archeren woke up from his vision and knew exactly where the artifact laid. However, if it is not there any more, it would be very problematic for anyone could have it. For anyone can be shapeshifted. Only time will tell, per say. Time to head to the Dwarven Graveyard.