They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
That two word response was probably the best Loren was going to get from Deimos, so the Launceleyn jerked his sleeve down, wanting to hide his past from the world once more. He’d been showing the scars more openly, explaining their meaning, but that didn’t make it easier or more comfortable for him. Luckily, the conversation turned to much firmer ground; the summoner might not be an expert on magic anymore, but he would be happy to discuss it regardless. ”Good to know. I also have a little bit of skill with creation, but life drain is basically the opposite of most of my magic.” Well, actually, the summoner was assuming, seeing as he’d never encountered someone with the dark art before (at least that he knew of). Still, they’d had something similar back in Northaven. “I’m mainly a summoner, as you know, but I’m decent at healing magic, and I've got a tiny amount of telekinesis to round it out.” At least the other man should remember that from the meeting Remi held.
Loren still owed the taller man an explanation, so the Launceleyn took a deep breath, ordering his thoughts. ”Illusion mages are tricky. The best method is to have items that allow you to pierce their spells.” For instance, the librarian had lenses that let him see through visual illusions, which again, was something he’d mentioned at the meeting. ”If you don’t have one of those, however, the best method I’ve found for dealing with them is blanketing the area. They tend to be pretty cocky and don’t bother to hide in reality, so if you blast the area with something that hurts or preferably stuns or disorients them that usually takes them out.” He paused briefly to give Deimos a considering look. ”I’m not sure how your life drain works, but I say preferably use non lethal means because you run the risk of hurting allies or yourself by slinging spells around indiscriminately.” That had been the Launceleyn’s experience: growing up in a family of illusion mages that loved to torment him had left him wise to their tricks.
When the other man spoke about the puddles, the summoner shrugged. ”Perhaps.” Seeing that the visions he was still spotting out of the corner of his eyes caused him to wince (being almost exclusively painful), Loren probably wasn’t going to spend a whole lot of time studying them. Or at least, he wouldn’t unless he had a very good reason to.
Loren still owed the taller man an explanation, so the Launceleyn took a deep breath, ordering his thoughts. ”Illusion mages are tricky. The best method is to have items that allow you to pierce their spells.” For instance, the librarian had lenses that let him see through visual illusions, which again, was something he’d mentioned at the meeting. ”If you don’t have one of those, however, the best method I’ve found for dealing with them is blanketing the area. They tend to be pretty cocky and don’t bother to hide in reality, so if you blast the area with something that hurts or preferably stuns or disorients them that usually takes them out.” He paused briefly to give Deimos a considering look. ”I’m not sure how your life drain works, but I say preferably use non lethal means because you run the risk of hurting allies or yourself by slinging spells around indiscriminately.” That had been the Launceleyn’s experience: growing up in a family of illusion mages that loved to torment him had left him wise to their tricks.
When the other man spoke about the puddles, the summoner shrugged. ”Perhaps.” Seeing that the visions he was still spotting out of the corner of his eyes caused him to wince (being almost exclusively painful), Loren probably wasn’t going to spend a whole lot of time studying them. Or at least, he wouldn’t unless he had a very good reason to.
LOREN
