- High Mage Telim
- Magus Telim
- Thief of Tables
Aliases for Telim
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| 1.47 R | “It’s why you don’t see many fat mages—well, at least among mages who actually use their spells in combat. You should meet one of the [Mages] in Wistram, Telim…anyways. After a really exhausting battle, I’ve eaten an entire ham by myself.” |
| 7.29 B | “Archmage Feor was quite impressed with the results, Magus Telim. There is a factual understanding behind the shadow-theory.” |
| 7.29 B | Telim waved this away. He was middle-aged, in his late fifties at least. His brown beard was a symbol of his good hair—it might have been dyed. |
| 7.29 B | “I’m sure Elena would love to help you, uh, High Mage Telim. But—” |
| 7.29 B | The [Mage] squirmed as the two jostled for place in the hallway. A Golem, made of stone and pushing a cart full of books walked past them, and some students stared. Telim’s face turned red. Then he muttered a spell. |
| 7.29 B | And [High Mage] Telim was a powerful [Mage]. Or at least, good enough to cast a single spell. He adjusted his robes over his stomach and pushed the door open. He glanced at Aaron irritably as a voice floated towards them. |
| 7.29 B | Inside, on the beach, Sidney was speaking for the first time. She held the ball of [Light] and shivered. Shivered uncontrollably. Telim paused in the open door leading to the stone hallway. He heard the girl’s voice. |
| 7.29 B | High Mage Telim backed out of the doorway. He turned and Aaron saw his sick, horrified face for a second. Then the man ran. He got a dozen paces before he vomited in the hallway. Aaron stared at his back. The man had tears in his eyes. |
| 7.29 B | A few minutes later, Telim stared into the beach room. People were comforting Sidney as best they could. High Mage Telim’s face was very pale. |
| 7.29 B | A few minutes later, Telim stared into the beach room. People were comforting Sidney as best they could. High Mage Telim’s face was very pale. |
| 7.29 B | Even the stories had horrified the man. Aaron hadn’t expected that. But Telim was not a [Battlemage]. Or even used to combat. He shuddered as Aaron nodded. |
| 7.29 B | He passed a hand over his face. And tears—Aaron saw them trickling down the man’s pudgy face. Telim looked into the room. |
| 7.29 B | “She comes to therapy every time. It helps. It would be better if she could be around Elena, or Malia more, High Mage Telim.” |
| 7.29 B | Aaron didn’t want the man to interrupt. Not that it seemed Telim would. He blinked, rubbed at his face. |
| 7.29 B | “No. Mage Telim, if you need a drink—” |
| 7.29 B | Telim was a good spellcaster; he cast [Haste] to make up for his ambling pace. So even at a slow walk, Aaron had to jog to keep up. |
| 7.29 B | The difference was, apparently, that one did more medicinal brews. Telim navigated Wistram’s twisting, sometimes changing corridors with ease, cursing when he realized the route had changed and easily circumnavigating the area. He knew dozens of people who called out to him. |
| 7.29 B | The fat man bulled past a group of 4th years. He was a Libertarian, Aaron remembered. Part of Viltach’s Human-centric faction. But the Selphid, Sa’la, fell into step with Telim. |
| 7.29 B | “What’s the matter, Telim? I haven’t seen you moving like this since you heard about chocolate. Hello, Blackmage.” |
| 7.29 B | Telim cursed at her. The Selphid grinned; she was wearing a dead woman’s face. But Selphids were always changing. |
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