My SI Stash #32 - Magic and How to steal it by Bladedhc (World of Warcraft)

-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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Posted on: https://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.

Yet here I am, nothing more than a magical crack-head ready to get murdered by passing early level adventurers.

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.

The only difference was now I had goals aside from stabbing people for their mana.

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 fuck 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 tasked a few aspiring adventurers with acquiring his lost items, His scroll of dark magic, his scrying orb, and his personal notes on scourge magic.

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.

Thought this would be interesting, what do you think?

Chapter 2

As I stumbled my ugly ass 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 desire 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 fucked. 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.

Voodoo was actually my next objective, at least partially. The Amani trolls who have been raiding into my lands had several interesting forms of magic I wanted to study, Felendrens experience with lower teir magic told me it was different than most, but had some real oomph to it.

I had my little war party stop in its place, A guard patrolling the entrance to the ruins of Silvermoon City was just ahead of me, He had noticed me, but the mana wraiths were out of sight, floating behind me as I stood at the top of a hill. The grin that crossed his face told me this would be a fight.

I was worried about my prospects, to be honest, elven guards in the game were 5 levels over the max and stood as elite units. Only a raid tier max level player would be able to take them, I hoped level standards didn't exist in real life as they did in the game, it would be awful to get slaughtered this early on in my quest for power.

"Felendren the banished, I've heard about you, there's a bounty of twenty silvers on your head to any guard who takes it. You've just earned me an easy meal."

The guard charged forward, crossing the distance between us with Elven grace and supreme ease. I attacked with the only offensive spell Felendren ever bothered to learn, Mind Flay.

A purple stream of energy emerged from my outstretched hand, hitting the guard in the face and slowing his approach, he screamed in pain before gritting his teeth and stomping forward. I was growing worried about his proximity before I remembered my minions.

With a mental command 40 ghostly figures floated over the hill and to the guard, his eyes widened as several dozen clawed spectral hands brought him to the ground. They honestly weren't very affective on their own, but they seemed a scary foe in a small horde.

As the guard was screaming on the ground, Covered in blood and claw marks, I approached him and placed my hand over his head. His eyes widened and glowed, before he screamed as I pulled the magic from his form, draining every last drop of mana.

It felt as if I could kill gods when I drew away, the power at my fingertips at that moment felt glorious before it mostly faded instantly. I wanted more.

When I pulled away he was shivering and gasping, he would be like me soon, being drained of mana completely would force most elves into drawing far too much magic at once and being driven mad by it. I had the mana wraiths finish him off before I led them further into the ruins of the once great city.

As we stepped into the gates I noticed several civilians scatter before my approach, hoping I wouldn't kill them for their mana. I probably would have if I wasn't looking to get through the city and into Eversong woods beyond before the guards brutally murdered me.

Before me was the ruined remains of an elven city, once beautiful architecture lay in shattered ruins, within destroyed palaces I could see other wretched glaring at me as I strode past, they wanted my mana, but I wanted out.

Several unstable Arcane guardians strode past me, under the wretched control they were able to hold off most guards from clearing out the city, they were great lumbering golems, golden stone floating together in the vague shape of a humanoid, powered by a crystal at its center.

They seemed unable to tell I wasn't with the local gangs and allowed me to pass them by. After a few minutes more of walking, I finally saw the gate into Eversong. A small section of the city near the gate remainder under Blood-Elven control guards patrolled in pairs along the street, somber civilians made sad attempts at selling things and offering services to eke out some small living.

One desperate civilian even tried selling cheese to the guards from a makeshift stand. How far had we fallen?

I counted at least twenty guards along the street, protecting the small holdout with double-sided blades and towering shields. My minions were unlikely to win such a battle, they were made to sweep the floors of an academy, not fight. A mana wraith could only move slightly faster than a brisk walk and could only strike lightly with the strength of a sad old man.

The claws are surprisingly effective, but only in large numbers against a single target.

Thankfully I only needed them to distract the guards, I could always make more in the future. With a gesture of my hands, they fell upon two of the guards, killing them before they could react properly. I quickly hid behind some barrels as the rest of the guards jumped in, killing them with single blows of the blades they carried. It was a slaughter.

Which gave me the time to run past them and into the woods, where I would begin my magical journey.

Chapter 3

I rushed out of the gates, none of the guards noticed my passing. I witnessed the beauty of the Eversong woods for the first time. Golden rays of sunshine peeked through the treeline, illuminating flocks of peaceful dragonhawks, treants and more in a display of innocence and wonder that frankly would have made me want to hurl if I didn't know all the darkness behind it.

This place was artificially created to be the place of wonder it is, elven magic forced through standard forests that looked much more mundane than this, creating a golden land seemingly perpetually between spring and autumn. Behind me a massive golden and red city stood, divided by a great black scar cutting through the woods, filled with gibbering hordes of the undead, silently marching to put the final nail in the coffin of my once great people. They were matched by a small gathering of tired rangers, preventing them from reaching the ruins of the city.

I could feel the death magic seeping into the land, corrupting the soil and trying to spread outward. The magic sought to perpetuate itself.

I would be studying into that soon enough.

With that happy thought in mind, I made my way down the road, careful to avoid any contact with patrolling guards. I didn't have a horde of minions anymore, so fighting them seemed a poor decision. I began to travel towards the Troll owned territory in the woods. If I remembered correctly it was known as Tor'Watha.

I would hide out there for a while, the trolls didn't have strong enough presence to stop me, and the blood elves were stretched far too thin to wipe them out so soon after the crippling blow the Scourge dealt us. It had only been a few months after all.

I snuck my way through bushes and trees, ducking past guards and rangers as they went about their business. I passed the base of the local rangers, the Farstriders, a few hours later. Troll territory was in my sight just as night fell over the woods and the crickets began chirping.

I avoided a number of crazed treants along the way, man-sized trees walking upon clusters of roots, the only thing marking them as different from regular trees being the faces they had and the relatively small size of them. The tainted magic of the land turned them from helpful nature spirits to crazed predators seeking to destroy local wildlife.

When I finally saw the odd huts and building unique to the trolls I knew I was in the right place. With their position confirmed I climbed my way up a nearby tree and kept an eye on the comings and goings, learning what little I could before falling asleep.

With the waking world came the opportunity to investigate my recently aquired magical tome, a book on necromancy and how it worked. It seemed to have been taken from a necromancer of some power, probably one of the necromancers who attacked us among the Scourge.

Reading through its complex rituals and formulas would have been an issue if Felendren didn't already have a somewhat acceptable knowledge of the basics of magic. I still couldn't really understand the more complex spells and rituals, but the basics seemed within the realm of possibility.

The first spell I wanted to make an effort towards was deathbolt, a concentrated bolt of death magic sent by the user towards a foe, causing instant decay along the body. Its power would increase as I put more raw mana into it.

After some time reading the necessary shaping of the magic I decided I knew enough to attempt it upon a nearby tree. The magic was difficult to shape in my hands, and I could feel my natural capacity towards the more natural arcane works of magic being shaded by dark.

Even with new enthusiasm towards magic, it took hours of trying before I could form what seemed to be a proper bolt. It took another hour after that for me to make one that would last long enough to actually reach the tree, but when it did the effect was immediate. A black mark spread across the tree from where I struck it. It was working!

With a new purpose, I stalked from the tree with a grace I hadn't had as a human, before stalking towards the treants I put so much effort into avoiding earlier. They would prove good practice if nothing else.

I made sure to find one separated from its fellows, there was no need to fight a horde of angry tree monsters. It was a smaller one, just out of its sapling stage. It screeched as the shadow flowed over it, melting its roots away.

The creature screeched pitifully for a moment before I decided to throw another at it to speed the process. The creature silenced immediately. I grinned at my hand, sparking with dark magic.

This was a good day. I was sure of it.

I still wasn't comfortable traveling without proper meatshields, and with my current mastery, it would be at least two weeks before I could raise even a bunny from death. It was time to gather up a few more Arcane wraiths, without the help of the tower I would need to use dark magic to summon them. The kind of magic that needs a proper sacrifice to generate the power to summon even a weak being from the twisting nether.

I smiled as I readied my self for my first act of pseudo necromancy. I looked into the woods where the other treants resided, deciding they would do.

I quickly snuck through the woods, finding a few treants clustered together, digging their roots into a dying dragon hawk. This was my moment. I quickly tossed a Deathbolt at the closest treant, making it howl as rot spread across its barky hide.

The three others turned to me before charging with surprising speed. I was able to put two more bolts into the one I already wounded as I backed away, bringing it to the ground but not killing it.

I managed to put several more into another before I ran from the remaining two, breaking my concentration and sprinting across the field. The things had surprising speed, but not enough to match a desperate elf.

When I turned I quickly threw more bolts around, unfortunately fully killing one before the last reached me. It tried to strike at me, scoring a glancing hit before I stepped forward and drained the magic from it.

My now bleeding shoulder throbbed at me, but I ignored it as I approached the first dying treant. I quickly conducted the ritual around the creature, drawing magic from its form and using it as a catalyst to pull at the home of the mana wraiths.

Within a couple of moments the shadowed form of a mana wraith, tainted by dark magic appeared before me, its eyes glowing black against the purple and blue of its ghostly and vague form. I had to substitute dark magic and a sacrifce into the ritual to summon and controll the creature without arcane silver, but it worked well enough.

I repeated the same process two more times, using the dragon hawk for one of them. I took three new minions with me further into the forest.

I would have to summon quite a few for what I have in mind.