Lucius was walking through the arena. Really what was the point of all these days bashing each other up? And just for money too! What a waste of life. He couldn't help but feel pleased to know that Lord Eliwood forbid anyone to come into these places. With the exception of the few bandits turned good, who couldn't get killing out of their systems fast enough and had to resort to killing strangers.
Sighing the monk brushed his long hair out of his eyes. He would have liked to practice fighting a bit himself, for as he was considered "weak and fragile" to most of the party. Just once Lucius would have liked to be able to charge out into the battlefield, unafraid and able to slaughter (the evil ones only of course).
But that was all going to change. Especially with the help of this new blessing he had found. Well given. By the thief of the group, who, without doubt probably stole it from someone. Lucius attempted to brush that bit aside as he took the tome out from under his white robes and stared at it. It was supposed to grant immense power - temporarily. And there seemed no better place to use it than the fighter's arena.
Taking a deep breath, Lucius began to cast the spell, placing his hand over the tome and allowing yellow light to surround him. For a moment everything was right and Lucius felt more peaceful than ever before. But then it all went wrong.
Gasping, the monk fell to his knees, a searing pain overtaking his body. What was going on? Did he miscast? Or was this tome a fake? If so..
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