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As the tumultuous power the mage was drawing in reached it's summit, he brought his arms down swiftly, and the power of magic discharged crashed over him, making him bukle, and almostto his knees.
The release of such pent up power was never a task one enjoyed, and the mastery of magical power at it's higher levels incurred a dreadful price.
He was weary, too weary to do aught but sit back, and watch as the magical energy surged against the draining hunger, hidden within the very soil, and the rocks themselves.
Just as the strain was obvious when the magic took it's toll on him, lashing currents of magic could be felt, whipping out in all directions from the fierce combat.
It seemed like he was winning, but the hunger stayed, strong and it's power, unlike the roar of magic from him, was akin to a sibilant whispering, proving that it was still there, and would not be defeated easily.
The hunger was draining the magic bit by bit, and all he could do was hope that he had the strength to press on against the power that lay here.
[ 04-07-2002, 09:13 AM: Message edited by: Talthyr Malkaviel ]
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