Warning

       Warning is a Spell that is available only to those Mages who have graduated from the University.  Once cast, Warning will last for 24 hours or until it is triggered.
        The Warning Spell will alert the caster to impending danger by a tingling sensation at the back of the neck.  The Spell can be triggered by a potential bandit attack, the Mage walking over thin ice, a Demon preparing to free itself from the bonds that the Mage has set upon it, or any one of a thousand other situations.
        The Warning Spell does not inform the Mage as to what kind of danger is approaching, neither does it give the Mage any protection against the danger.  It is an alarm, nothing more.
        At higher levels, the Warning Spell will provide the Mage with more detailed information about the threat.  At the highest levels it will tell the Mage exactly what is threatening their life and possibly even give the Mage some clue as to how to prevent the threat.   

Tobias crept forward, ducking underneath the low hanging branches of the trees and moving as silently as he could.  The Mage knew that the creature from the Plane of Shadows was somewhere in this area and all he had to do to earn his master’s praise was to find out exactly where it was.  How difficult could it be?
        He had just moved around a particularly thick bramble patch when the back of his neck started to itch.  At first the Mage thought nothing of it but his face went pale when he realised that it was the Warning that he had cast only a few hours ago.  Tobias froze and peered across the forest, searching for anything that was out of the ordinary, anything that might possibly be the Shadow-Creature.
        A noise from overhead grabbed the Mage’s attention and he span round, the words to Magic Blast coming almost of their own accord.  The Spell died on his lips as he saw the dead and broken branch falling towards him.
        “No!” he cried as the heavy wood hit him across the forehead, knocking him to the ground.
        For many minutes he lay there, thanking his lucky stars that the wounds was a minor one.  Blood trickled down his face and dropped onto his robe but it was already starting to slow when Tobias forced himself to his feet.  He was still thinking how lucky he had been when a shadowy hand reached out from the darkness at the base of the tree and grabbed him by the throat.
        “Poor little human,” came a hiss.  “Not your lucky day!”

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