Chapter 132 - My SI Stash #32 - Magic and How to steal it by Bladedhc (World of Warcraft) (1/2)

-SI to World of Warcraft as Felendren the Banished. Of course a less crazy and more level headed Felendren is quite interesting~

*If you find the author's name familliar it's probably because you've read some of his works like Becoming A Monster (A SI as Freeza's cannon fodder), I do also recommend checking out the sequel of the DBZ fic~

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Rated: M

Words: 64K

Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/magic-and-how-to-steal-it-wow-insert.9755/ (Bladedhc)

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

I got a shit deal. When most people die in stories like this they find themselves in the body of someone important, some king or hero with all the skills and abilities they could ever need to make the world however they wanted.

They would find their minds melded with a true prodigy of the arts of war and magic, using a combination of meta-knowledge and actual skill to pull themselves to the top, surrounded by beautiful, busty women who see to their every want and need.

I really would have liked to be in the bodies of one of those guys.

I could have been Arthas, I could have been Thrall, Kel-thuzad, or any number of interesting people, but I wasn't.

I was Felendren the banished, I was Rick the nerd. Together our minds make a somewhat more ambitious being.

I currently sit atop the uppermost spire of Falthrien Acadamy, a beginners academy for magic among the elves.

The academy itself was an odd group of floating magical buildings, they had no walls, as the weather around this place was artificially perfect for elves, and they all were topped with a curved red roof. The individual buildings were covered in pillows were the students would sit and listen to their instructors.

Each of the buildings were patrolled by shoddily summoned mana wraiths I currently had under my control, weaker creatures summoned of mana and the raw energy of the twisting nether. I had dozens of them under my control, using stolen arcane silver from the old instructors here.

Before we merged Felendren was the son of a magister, and a talented one at that, but like many children, he used his talents to avoid studying over actually becoming a powerful mage like he should have been.

I would never understand how someone could be so lazy about making reality bend to your will. The first time Felendren had any sort of ambition or initiative had been when the Sunwell was destroyed by Arthas, and he was denied easy access to magic for the first time.

Like any person denied the source of his addiction he sought ways to get his next fix, consuming all magic he could all at once, corrupting his form into the figure I am now, a hunched being of deathly pallor known to the rest of my kind as one of the wretched.

I was considered a parasite on good Elven society, and they weren't wrong about me, I would kill and steal to get ahead in life, to acquire magic for myself.

Now I would stab them for their mana and their knowledge of magic. Felendren was once a prodigy after all, and I was eager to see what he would be capable of with me in control.

As an addicted madman, he murdered every experienced mage in a magical academy, and then made the magical help his own personal soldiers.

With me, in his head, we might just raise some hell and get the knowledge to be something worth the fear of what was once our people.

I had roughly forty mana wraiths and the ability to assault being minds with a spell known as mind-flay.

I also had the knowledge to make more mana wraiths and where to go to get myself some more power.

I got a bad deal, but as a being with infinite time to learn magic, and infinite ways to exploit my foreknowledge I think Ill be able to put myself ahead of the so-called heroes and kings of this world.

It was time to f_u_c_k shit up.

POV change (Well watcher Solonian)

”What do you mean it isn't there!” Solonian was a mage and elf of some power, a well watcher tasked to study ways to fix the destroyed Sunwell, the heart of his people.

He had left them in his hurry to tend to the madness Felendren had risen, corrupting the treants, stealing the mana wraiths and killing several of his instructors.

”Well sir we checked the places your possessions were supposed to be and they weren't there.”

”Well look harder you fools, no-one would steal th- wait.” The Well watcher froze, thinking on all the madness that had taken place in the last hours, and of the one who caused it all.

”Felendren!” ”Ill stalk you to the ends of the earth for what you stole from me!”

POV change (Felendren)

I have no clue why any self-respecting mage would leave magical artifacts and knowledge about a forest filled with magical addicts, but I wasn't complaining either. I remember the questline quite well, and that bastard Solonian just gave me all I needed to get started on improving upon my currently shitty magical talents.

I took the wraiths from the academy and decided to bug out before they could send someone to kill me, at the very least they would have to do it in a harder place to find than a group of floating buildings.

The only real issue in leaving was that the only way off the isle aside from swimming my way through was walking through the ruins of Silvermoon, a place filled with guards and magical addicts like me.

Hopefully, leveling wasn't actually a thing or the elementals I brought wouldn't count for shit.

Chapter 2

As I stumbled my ugly a_s_s down the road I thought on how Felendren became one of the wretched.

He had been as pretty and well formed as all elves where before the Sunwell was destroyed by the undead Scourge, Its arcane energies once flowed through all of the high-born.

Like many of his people, Felendren was taught to absorb magic from his environment.

Animals, weapons and even other people where all easy sources of mana to draw upon. Doing so sated the addiction, but it was a far weaker alternative to the great font of power that we once held.

Many overdrew on the paltry substitute stealing magic was, warping their forms for a temporary stop to the hunger they felt. Felendren did not have the will nor the d_e_s_i_r_e to hold himself back from taking all the energy he could, wracked with grief over his father and his mothers death, caused by the sudden disconnection to the font of energy his people once used to survive he fed on all he could, just to feel a shadow of ecstasy as he drew magic from his surroundings.

I couldn't really blame him for what he did, but I wasn't happy about being the guy who had to deal with it. Taking control of the addiction wouldn't help me anyway, my body was already f_u_c_k_e_d. My best option was finding a magical means of changing my body or taking someone else's.

My best bet was to go around taking peoples magical books, and parcing together a way to make a change while I learned from the stolen knowledge. I had Solonian's book on necromantic scourge magic and his notes on how it was affecting the land. They would be a start in improving my abilities as a magic user.

That said I had a plan based on stealing magic from all available sources, mages, warlocks, and necromancers everywhere now had to worry about me taking their shit. If I could I would also take the more esoteric kinds of magic available Blood magic, Void magic, hell I even wanted to take a try at Voodoo.