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The Star of Morcyth_ Book Five of the Morcyth Saga - Brian S. Pratt [98]

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First thing he checks is the receiving crystal. That’s the crystal which should emit a light if the hiding place of the Fire is disturbed in any way. At some point he’ll have to get this crystal set up in a secure spot where it’ll be visible yet at the same time safe from accidental loss or destruction. When he gets back from his trip to Ironhold, he may try to create a relay which will inform him no matter where he is should the receiver crystal receive the signal. But he doesn’t have time before tomorrow.

Sitting down at his workbench, he pulls out a crystal from the sack sitting on the floor next to his workbench. Holding it absentmindedly, he rolls it through his fingers as he contemplates what happened in Cardri.

From what Illan told him, he was drugged by fumes coming from one of the torches which were burning in the dungeon. If they can render him powerless without so much as touching him, he’s got problems. Fortunately he has been considering just such an occurrence and was able to realize what was happening before he completely lost his abilities.

He made that little sphere which held three simple spells, all of which were voice activated by him. No power or even conscious thought was needed to activate the spells. Since long before he ever went to Cardri, he had been thinking of just such a thing. The question he had was, ‘If he was drugged how could he defend himself?’ The answer was the sphere, of course the spells which he had embedded within it had disastrous repercussions when used on board a boat.

As he sits there and goes over the events on the boat, he comes to the conclusion that maybe it would be beneficial to have an ongoing spell which monitors and if certain things happen, automatically counters hostile spells or actions. It can’t be too complicated or it might not work. Just some simple spells. First he’ll try an automated shield, that should be easy.

First he casts his leech spell upon the crystal in his hands and allows it to absorb power from him for a few minutes until it has a small glow. Then he cancels the leech spell and after working out the details embeds an automated spell which will detect anything flying toward it at a rapid rate and throw up a shield before the object comes close.

Once it’s done to his satisfaction, he takes the crystal across the room and sets it on a box sitting against the wall. Returning to his workbench, he activates the spell and removes one of his slugs from his belt. Just throwing it naturally without the added magic behind it, he watches as it arcs through the air toward where the crystal lies.

As it nears, he feels a spike in the tingling sensation and watches as the slug bounces off an invisible shield which springs up around the crystal. Once the slug was deflected, the tingling sensation subsides and the shield disappears.

He walks over to the crystal and slowly reaches his hand out toward it. Moving slowly, his hand is able to reach the crystal and take hold of it. The glow within is greatly diminished, but still perceptible.

It worked. However the tingling sensation still resonates through him and that isn’t good. Any mage in close proximity will recognize that another mage is in the area. This may not work as well as he hopes. He can’t afford to declare to any mage that he’s one, could have unfortunate results should the other mage be unfriendly. He may have to stay with the voice activated one.

In situations where his presence is already known, then this would be a viable protective device. He’ll have to think on it.

From outside, he hears Ezra calling in everyone for lunch. He didn’t realize he had spent that much time on this. Deactivating the shield spell, he sets the crystal down on his workbench. Leaving the workshop, he heads over to the house and is soon sitting down at the table.

Dave is not present. Miko sees him wondering about it and says, “He returned awhile ago and went back to bed. Said he wasn’t feeling good.”

James commences eating, his mind on his friend. What can be wrong with him? It’s not like him, maybe the time as

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