Conrad found himself facing the iron slab with its various ruins upon it that sealed this unusual prison fast and had guarded it for some centuries. He was if nothing else, an excellent lesson in the danger of royal families having numerous potential heirs to the throne. For one of royalty to be third in line was grating, wealth was his to be certain but the power and prestige he lusted after were denied to him. Some might have come to accept that, Conrad had not. Instead heâd sought refuge and power in magic. His practice rather secretive although heâd had no shortage of teachers to help him craft his skill.
Money which he had in ample amounts had bought him the rarest and most potent of tomes to study. And indeed it was in the ancient books that heâd studied that heâd even found reference to this prison. A witch accused of consorting with demons and of sufficient power that the king and his wizards had imprisoned her there for all eternity. But heâd come upon books by long dead wizards whom had devised this device which imprisoned her.
His study of magic had initially been no more than the mischievous eccentricity of a boy doing something he knew would be strongly disapproved of. However, his reputation was ever that of the cleverest of the kingâs sons. It was not a reputation that was unwarranted, by any accounts he had an agile mind and a facility for learning and an ease of memory and he read exceptionally quickly. Thus his progression through the magical arts had been unusually swift.
Conrad had studied the spells that held the woman bound in place. As he touched the glyphs now he rearranged them although not to let the woman out, he simply altered the spell rather insidiously to allow magic in. Thereafter, rather carefully he cast such spell upon the witch imprisoned within that bound her to him. Forcing her to obey him, to serve him and his interests, to prevent her from doing him harm. Naturally since he trusted the woman not he trusted the woman not he even included a rather unique spell that would leave her rather dependent upon him for one particular thing in order to sustain herself.
Only when he was certain all of his spells had been cast and had time to take affect upon the currently helpless woman did he turn his mind to actually freeing her. Thereafter he arranged the glyphs rather carefully toe deactivate the prison and release the witch from the empty place in space and time where sheâd been left to rot. Each trap was deactivated and the various barriers that had been raised were lowered until the woman was freed from her imprisonment.
Thus she would find herself left to stumble into the ruins within the mountain where she had been kept. What confronted her would be a rather tall young man in his early twenties. His hair was blonde in its colouration, with blue eyes and handsome features had a beard gracing his jawline and his chin which along with his hair was rather meticulously groomed. He was tall and like all young noblemen whatever his other interests he was trained as a warrior, hence his frame had a certain brawn to it from hours devoted to weapons. He was clad in a black cloak with a rather dark green coat and pants matched with a similarly black shirt beneath. A sword was strapped at his waist and a short distance back his horse had been tethered whil he worked his magic.
Money which he had in ample amounts had bought him the rarest and most potent of tomes to study. And indeed it was in the ancient books that heâd studied that heâd even found reference to this prison. A witch accused of consorting with demons and of sufficient power that the king and his wizards had imprisoned her there for all eternity. But heâd come upon books by long dead wizards whom had devised this device which imprisoned her.
His study of magic had initially been no more than the mischievous eccentricity of a boy doing something he knew would be strongly disapproved of. However, his reputation was ever that of the cleverest of the kingâs sons. It was not a reputation that was unwarranted, by any accounts he had an agile mind and a facility for learning and an ease of memory and he read exceptionally quickly. Thus his progression through the magical arts had been unusually swift.
Conrad had studied the spells that held the woman bound in place. As he touched the glyphs now he rearranged them although not to let the woman out, he simply altered the spell rather insidiously to allow magic in. Thereafter, rather carefully he cast such spell upon the witch imprisoned within that bound her to him. Forcing her to obey him, to serve him and his interests, to prevent her from doing him harm. Naturally since he trusted the woman not he trusted the woman not he even included a rather unique spell that would leave her rather dependent upon him for one particular thing in order to sustain herself.
Only when he was certain all of his spells had been cast and had time to take affect upon the currently helpless woman did he turn his mind to actually freeing her. Thereafter he arranged the glyphs rather carefully toe deactivate the prison and release the witch from the empty place in space and time where sheâd been left to rot. Each trap was deactivated and the various barriers that had been raised were lowered until the woman was freed from her imprisonment.
Thus she would find herself left to stumble into the ruins within the mountain where she had been kept. What confronted her would be a rather tall young man in his early twenties. His hair was blonde in its colouration, with blue eyes and handsome features had a beard gracing his jawline and his chin which along with his hair was rather meticulously groomed. He was tall and like all young noblemen whatever his other interests he was trained as a warrior, hence his frame had a certain brawn to it from hours devoted to weapons. He was clad in a black cloak with a rather dark green coat and pants matched with a similarly black shirt beneath. A sword was strapped at his waist and a short distance back his horse had been tethered whil he worked his magic.