Combat

From the journal of Galdor, Wind Mage of Aurellentia
13-20-4873, Secondday.

Yesterday, a dark mage arrived to observe the village, and he and I locked in combat. The powers of the Dark Mages are indeed great. I could not have defeated him without the help of my new apprentices. His power lay in the dark god of fire. Upon confrontation, he drew a long jagged blade which glowed like a beacon. His hair and clothing likewise ignited. He sent torrents of fire at me which I either dodged or deflected with the power of the wind. I called the power of the wind to me and hurled great spells, powerful spells at him, to no avail. He was able to penetrate the great cyclone I called up to defend me, and avoided powerful gusts of wind. He seemed to grow in strength while I diminished. Thaldor, I think observed this, and struck him a great blow from behind with an immense stone. He fell then, and I pierced his heart with my blade. He left naught behind; his body was consumed, as if from within, by a great and searing flame. His ashes drifted away and he was gone. I have spent this day recovering from a series of minor gashes and burns, and shall tomorrow set off towards the great Angrod, with my two acolytes, who have agreed to accompany me to the great city.