The Jade Mage: The Becoming: Volume 1 by William D. Latoria Read Free Book Online Page B

the coin, Isidor gave it coin a look. “Well, my boy, the enchantment you cast was a weaker one, and I don’t think you funneled enough magic into it to make it last long. To be honest, I’m surprised it’s lighting up at all right now.”
    Frowning, Tartum took his coin back and spoke the word, “Dull.” The coin went back to its normal sheen, and he placed it inside his coin pouch. The change in the brightness of the coin was negligible.
    “So what you’re saying is I need to funnel more magic into my enchantment in order for the spell to last longer. Is there any way to make the enchantment permanent?” Tartum asked.
    “The way to make an enchantment permanent is usually only possible if the enchantment itself says there’s a way. Does your spell book make mention of such?” Isidor asked.
    Opening his book, Tartum scanned the spell again. As he was afraid of, the spell made no mention of any way to make it permanent.
    “No, Isidor, the spell isn’t a permanent one. Is there no other way?” he asked.
    “Then no, my boy, your only other option is to try to channel as much magic as you safely can into the spell, next time. It will not only make the enchantment last longer, but it will make it work better. In this case it will make the light brighter. You can try it again tonight, if you like.” Isidor said, sliding a plate full of bacon, eggs, and bread towards him. “For today we celebrate your success!”
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    The day was a good one. In fact, it was one of the better days of his life. Isidor spared no expense, and no extravagance was too exotic for him and his pupil. They went to the finest establishments in the small town of Zerous, ate the finest meats and pastries the market had to offer. They took in a show being played out by street performers, pretending to be a brave knight and a fearfully evil dragon. The act was immensely entertaining, and Tartum laughed harder than he had in years.
    As the sun was setting, Isidor took Tartum to his favorite brothel for a bit of expensive female entertainment. Isidor was a bit of a scoundrel and had a lusty appetite for the pleasures of the flesh. Tonight, he would share his vice with Tartum. As they walked into the red velvet rooms of the establishment, Tartum was greeted by two extremely well endowed women.
    “Well hello, lover!” they said sultrily, in unison. Clearly, these women had been doing this a while, but their open sexuality and their soft bodies pressed into his, made Tartum care very little about their pasts.
    Isidor was already known and well liked by most of the women at this particular brothel, and as such, had a small harem of women around him in moments, all of which were enthusicastically flirting with him.
    “Ale! Mead! Mama! I am celebrating with my young friend here! Drinks are on me, for us and all my pretty ladies here!” Isidor yelled to the fat lady, that clearly ran this business. “Mama” must have been her name, because Tartum heard everyone call her that, employee and customer alike.
    The drinks flowed, and the night burned on. Tartum found himself drinking ale off of one whore’s cleavage, one moment, and being serviced behind a curtain, the next. The ecstasy he felt was pure heaven. At one point, Isidor jumped up on the bar and began his juggling act, whirling six ale mugs around in various pattern. As drunk as he was, Isidor still had no problem keeping the mugs flying through the air, while occasionally whipping out one of his hands, to grab at one of his many girl’s ample cleavage. They screamed in delight, when Isidor’s hand found them, and returned the favor by running their hands up and down his legs in a suggestive manner. There was no decency in this place, and Tartum was loving it!
    Tartum took pride in his master’s skill, with his craft and with the girls at his feet, even though he was clearly intoxicated past any point of reason. It was when Isidor started singing a dirty love song to one of his ladies,