Magic Weapon

       The Magical Weapon Spell is only available to those Mages who completed their initial training within Storm’s Academy – the Citadel.  It is said that the Spell is one that Storm personally channelled and the Arch-Mage has said nothing to either prove or negate this rumour.
        When this Spell is cast, the Mage must know exactly what sort of weapon it is that they wish to summon.  Any kind of blade, club or staff can be summoned, but it is not possible to create Magical arrows or crossbow bolts.  As the Mage finishes reciting the Spell, an aura of pure energy will spring from their hands and this will soon form into the desired type of weapon.  This is normally a sword or a dagger but virtually any melee can be created.
        This Magical Weapon will handle in exactly the same fashion as a mundane weapon but it will cut slightly deeper and move that bit faster than most weapons.  At the lower levels of Spell casting, the difference is not very great, but at higher levels the weapons created by this Spell are extremely powerful and are capable of dealing out incredible amount of damage.
        Also at higher levels, the duration of the Magical Weapon is increased.  The weapons created by this Spell loose any Magical abilities that they had as soon as they leave the casting Mage’s hands.  It is not possible for a Mage to create a Magical Weapon and then give it so some other person to use. 

The silver-blue glow that sprang from Deanna’s hands rapidly formed itself into a long, thin sword that glowed with the remnants of the light that had been summoned only moments earlier.  The blade looked as though it had been crafted from the finest steel and the handle was bound in a smooth warm leather of some kind.
        Flourishing the blade in front of her, the young Mage looked across the rapidly emptying bar at the drunkard who had tried to fondle her.  Deanna’s lips curled upwards into what might have been a smile if  the humour had reached her eyes.
        “You have one chance,” she said to the wide-eyed man.  “If you apologise right now I’ll let you live!”
        “S.s.sorry,” he stammered.  “I’m really sorry, I didn’t know, I mean I didn’t mean to.  I’m so sorry!”
        Deanna smiled even more as she slowly lowered the blade and walked towards the man.  Her whole posture relaxed and the terrified drunk took this to be a peace gesture.  He was actually smiling back at the Mage when her sword flashed out and tore through his throat.  Thick, hot blood spurted out of the wound and splattered across the wooden floor.  For a moment the man stood there, wobbling slightly and trying to stem the flow of the blood with his hands.  Seconds later he toppled forward, knocking two tables over and crashing to the floor.
        “I lied,” said Deanna.

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