[Erenthril Mael'tharias]

He felt the spell snap into space within a milliseconds, something pleasantly surprising and yet intimidating all at the same while. It dawned upon him slowly that he’d been Promoted, that he’d reached the next tier – the last tier, for that matter – and was what many would consider the pinnacle of the most successful mages’ careers. Hell, his spell list could be considered the pinnacle of any mage’s career.

Sighing casually as he felt warmth return to his fingers and toes, the Syl’rosyian Elflord picked himself up off the ice bed he’d been lying on (rather uncomfortably, at that) and glanced around the room. His dual perception of both the Physical and Astral Plane allowed him to perceive the presence of a rather powerful enchantment none too far from where he was standing, its weaves inexplicably maintaining the frigid temperature that was the sole allowance for such a construction to exist. Housed within this ice prism, Erenthril found himself surrounded by the Element of Water in what could easily have been described as a fairytale story.

He knew better.

Looking for a door or entry point, Erenthril adjusted the cuffs of his robes and decided inspecting the source of all this power would be the next logical step to his acquaintance of these new powers. Stepping outside the room, he queried in a light tone, “Heronythys?”