Date: Tue, 03 Apr 2007 20:38:13 +0200
From: John DkScorpio <dkscorpio@hotmail.com>
Subject: Unseen servants and illusions

Unseen servants and illusions

by DkScorpio@hotmail.com

Jox looked down at the black marble table.  The table had been drenched in
dragons blood centuries ago enduing the rock with stable magic.  He double
checked the six sigil runes he had scribed with red Taol chalk around a red
circle.  In the circle lay his hope for the future, a scroll rolled up tight
and sealed with a wax seal marked with the sun burst of the Krea mage
school.  Weeks of preparation was about to be about to be tested.  How had
it all started he thought.

He came some 12 years ago at the age of six.  And now he was ready to be
apprenticed to an archmage.  Only yesterday he passed the first of the
finales.  And in his hand he held the artefact he had created.  Every young
mage was to created one magical artefact, solve a magical problem and fight
a wizards duel.  The good thing was that the artefact you created was yours
to keep, the school made it permanent once succeeded in its creation.  He
lifted the crystal globe with one hand and activated its secondary power
with a thought.  The globe hung in the air where he had placed it.  He
passed his hand over the 5 inch globe and it turned milky white, in his mind
he formed the placed he wanted to be at.  Within the globe a scene of an
ancient forest appeared.  Jox muttered a word of power the globe glowed as
he activated another power.  Suddenly he spoke in a language most students
looking on didn?t even know existed.  It sounded like grinding and growling.
  In the forest within the globe a huge monster of earth, rock and dead
leaves formed almost humanoid in shape.  It grumbled and growled back.  Jox
answered the strange being.  He closed his eyes, the power symbols formed in
his mind he wove his fingers in a complicated dance over the scroll, power
flooded his body, his mind sent the words needed to his mouth.  Ice and fire
kissed his lips as he uttered the words.  The flames of power exploded in
his body like a pent op ecstasy finally released, as the last symbol burst
from his body he saw the room he was in and the forest he was sending to
super imposed on top of each other.  A path of power formed between these
two points in the universe.  Jox released the power over the 6 sigils,
gasping at it?s release.  As the last of spells power left his body he felt
it taking his conscience with it.  The last thing he saw before fainting was
motes of lights whirling around the scroll, the globe falling, being caught
by his teacher.  The students saw the scroll disappear as Jox slumped
backwards with a smile on his lips.  They all knew that it wasn?t just the
casting and the success of it that put that smile on his lips, he had beaten
them in the way he had sent his application.  It would impress his hopeful
future master.

In the darkness of his mind Jox remembered how this scroll came into being.
3 weeks ago was the ritual of choosing.  It was the second most important
day of a new mage.  The day would start with all upcoming apprentices taking
their place in the casting yard.  A place that would hold their spells
longer then they ever could.  The archmages looking for new apprentices
would arrive via the paths of power.  Upon walking to the yard a 3 year
would give the archmage a scroll where upon was a description of what would
be shown by whom and when that students would be available for questions.
The 3rd year would be nervous, if the archmage didn?t like the way and
quality of penmanship he would drop the scroll and the 3 rd year student had
failed his penmanship exam.   Jox had planed a show of his favourite
subject, a sub class to the wonders of mind magic.  Scrying, seeing far away
things through mediums.  He had borrowed 10 scrying spheres.  It took quite
a lot of concentration to hold 10 in the air but he was also showing 10
places the archmages wonder at.  He had a lot of visitors because of 2
special scenes within the globes.  The 1 was not for the weak hearted he
said, and when they said they could handle it he showed them the back
sphere, most archmages chuckled, some lifted eye brows (one even stormed
off) for within the globe they could see the women?s bath house in far of
Cefida some 1500 miles away.  The globe most were impressed with was the one
looking into the royal court at Cambio less then 5 miles away, all knowing
he had somehow found a way to looked in without the wards reacting.  The one
person that almost broke his concentration was when mage Jalaxi turning up.
Mage Jalaxi was tall, almost 6 feet and broad shouldered.  He carried
himself with self confidence that only a tried mage could.  Mage Jalaxi was
a travel mage, unlike the more popular battle mages that gained fame at an
extremely fast rate (being the fact that they lived extremely short lives
and the government needed lots of them, making sure they got famous fast).
Travel mages search the realm looking for hidden secrets and lost powers,
basically they were grave robbers in the eyes of everybody.  Unless they
actually found some ancient power and gained fame. Jox blinked as the man
walked towards him and Jox concentrated harder on his spells for hear came
one of the more famous travel mages. not Mage, it must now be Archmage
Jalaxi for he carried the archmage strip on his left sleeve of his blood red
robes.  If Jox had one dream it would be to be apprenticed to this great
man, to become a travel mage.

           Hours later Jox had walked towards the hall of magi for his
questioning time.  Each archmage there could be one interested in him, but
could only ask one question.  If you were lucky only a few would be there
and you could be out in moments, no time to make any mistakes.  Jox walked
into the rum, it was filled with 15 archmages, Jox groaned.  As he walked
towards them an archmage in yellow robes rose even before Jox had made it to
his seat. He felt someone probing his mind.  His mind reacted like lightning
as many years of hallway pranks and classroom jokers had forced him defend
himself, solidifying his thoughts and focussed on the mage.  He uttered
three words and pushed the air in front of him.  The mages double over
making a ?uufff? sound as he felt a punch in the stomach.  Jox uttered 4
words more and saw the archmage sitting hard on to the ground.  The archmage
on the ground said a word and rose ?different, fast and very effective,
gentleman I was just punched in the stomach and spin confused by a novice
for probing his mind!?  They clapped and chuckled. Joxs cheeks blushing with
shame.  The next rose and asked his question, all in all it went well Jox
thought.  Even the new archmage Jalaxi had been there giving fire to Joxs
hopes.  After midday it was family time, Archmage Jalaxi came up to Jox
?well son ready for a day in town!?  Jox smiled up to his dad, jumped up
hugging him.
?Dad, so now your important or something ?? tugging the sleeve with the
archmage strip.  They laughed walking towards town and spent the day
together.  That night he came back to find a scroll on his bed like all
other upcoming apprentices.  In the hall of magi after the pupil left each
interested party would write his name on a sheet with the now departed
students name on it.  Jox stood with his copy of this very scroll.  12 names
came up, he scanned the list looking for one specific name and there it was
5 down ?Jalaxi?.

           Jox now sat outside the casting hall.  It was the end of his last
exam.  In his hand he held his only magical artefact, his scrying sphere, if
he passed this exam the school would name him Mage Jox Jalaxi. As they named
the new mage they would bestow there present, each archmage that had
accepted the new apprentices application would send a wax seal with their
insignia, and only then would he know if his application to be apprenticed
had been accepted.  And for Jox it was important that he was accepted
because he had only sent that one application.  The head archmage of the
school came and said ?Mage Jox Jalaxi enter? Jox rose and walked into the
room as the word sank in, he was a mage now.

           His scrying teacher holding a gnarled staff of 6 foot. The old
teacher looked up and passed a wax seal to Jox.  His young eyes looked down
at the green wax seal not seeing the tree and moon symbol, he was accepted
and apprenticed to a famous archmage.  As tradition dictated he broke the
seal of the master he wanted.  His teacher smiled up at Jox  ?your sphere of
scrying, Mage Jox Jalaxi!?  Jox held it out numbly as 12 years of study came
to an end and his teacher uttered words of power over the sphere.  Then
placed the sphere within the root system of what looked like a small thin
tree turned upside down, the root sticky up in the air. The school had given
an extra power to the globe of mountain crystal that was his scrying sphere.
  The staff was from his dad, and within the staff was the gift from the
School.  The staff could make a shield of power around the carrier of the
staff.  The gift from the archmage was the ability to far cast a spell
through the sphere.

Travelling 4500 miles was not so bad as the first time he had done it.  When
he first travelled to the school it had taken months by horse.  This time he
had travelled by way of teleportation, his master having paid for an
archmage to cast the spell from the school to his tower.  It was still
disorienting to travel the way of power, but soon smiled as the tower he
couldn?t remember filled his panorama and his new master stood at the door.
Jox walked up to his father and master. Both men hugged, one a younger
firmer version of the other.  His dad felt solid and strong Jox thought.
But then again a travel mage was not a scholar that sat his life away in the
study of magic.  Jox wanted to be like his dad, travelling the world looking
for ancient powers and adventure.  But for the next 3 years he was to be
this mans apprentice, learning how to be a travel mage.  The first day was
spent learning where he was and where not to walk.  The forest surrounding
the tower was a veritable killing field of monsters and spells, part of the
tower defences.  The tower was 5 levels tall and a fortress complete with
defences and attack options.  The lowest level was a cellar filled with
provisions, the ground floor was a dinning, washing and sitting room and
kitchens.  The first level was two rooms and a washing room complete with
running water and a great big bronze tub.  The next level was a library and
his personal study and casting area.  The final floor was the archmage
private floor, complete with his own power table, cast circle and other
things found in his travels.

The second day he had almost had the chock of his life, when he had walked
out into the washing room after getting up.  He disrobed looked at himself
in the silver mirror.  Here stood a young man of 18, strong physically, deep
green eyes framed by a strong square jaw.  His blond hair cut short like his
dad.  He ran his hands across a matt of dark blond chest hairs down towards
the 6 inch semi hard uncut cock.  He smiled and stepped into the tub, said
the word his dad had said he was to utter when he was ready to wash.  He
thought the tub would fill with water, which it did, it was the ghostly
hands picking up soap and sponge and attacking him that brought an almost
girly scream from him.  Jox had to admit the ghostly hands hadn?t missed a
single spot and trying to take the sponge back in an attempt to do the job
himself had resulted in a fight for dominance which he lost.  After getting
dressed in new red robes of the Jalaxi family he meet his father in the
kitchen and told him about the bathroom fight.  His dad smiled up at Jox
creating crows feet around the eyes and said that would be a good place to
start his education.  Jox was to find out what those Ghostly hands were, how
they were controlled, be able to cast the spell that made them. He was then
find out how many were in the tower and how to activate them.

           It took almost a week before Jox found texts on what he was
looking for.  They were called unseen servants.  The simples form was an
extension of the mages will.  The next level up was servant with a free will
to do a simple task.  The next level up again was a servant with near
sentient intelligence which could perform a single task but be ready to
improvise as the situation needed like bathing a person.  And then you could
make them permanent by casting permanence spells on a crystal with the
servant bound to it.  He learned how to find out which level they would be
with a simple spell and what the activating word was and what function it
had.  In an obscure book he found out that a drop of blood on the permanence
crystal would give the blood donor of the blood the ability to feel what the
servant was doing from afar for a short while.  The next week Jox spent
finding and cataloguing the servants in the house and there was a lot to
catalogue.  He found servants to do all kinds of jobs, some where automatic
other by activation.  In his dads room he found 5 crystals.  But only one
was strange, it was a near sentient servant but Jox couldn?t figure out what
it did, since the others were there for cleaning, airing, fire building and
food trey transport.  That was the last room to be catalogued but he
couldn?t give his dad the report until he found out what that last servant
did, and so he pricked his finger and let a drop of blood fall unto the
unknown servant crystal hoping the link would help.  He uttered the
activating room and felt a tingling in his body.  Suddenly he felt he was in
2 places.  He was in his body near the crystals and at the same time he was
in the middle of the room.  The problem was that the servant just stood
there.  Jox moved around the room but the servant didn?t move, he tried
telling to do its job and other phases, but still it didn?t move.  Jox gave
op and uttered the deactivating word.  He would have to find a better
identifying spell.

           But he did impress his dad that night when they both were sitting
in the library and his father asked for a book from his reading table and
Jox had closed his eyes, cast a 1 level unseen servant and gotten the book
for him.  His dad had talked like master to apprentice until deep into the
night for the first time, learning what Jox could and the finer points of
detection and control of extension spells.  When the moon had passed its
zenith they went to their rooms.  Jox disrobed, took his scrying sphere with
him to bed, his naked body relaxing as he lay down.  He would take a look
around the tower until he fell asleep.  The orb floated at eye level his
mage eye flying through the forest showing him paths and night animals doing
what they do at night. Suddenly he felt his body tingling like when he had
cast and controlled the servant in his fathers room.  The sphere suddenly
changed scene as Joxs senses was invaded by the power of the blood link.
Like earlier that day he felt like he was the servant in his dads room and
at the same time lying on the bed in his room.  Both feelings was confusing
his mind.  At first his eyes had looked down his hard abs, checking he was
there and then he lifted his eyes looking at the sphere.  His vision
focussing on the scene within the mountain crystal.  He was in his fathers
room.  His dad was walking around the room putting his belt pouch on the
table, emptying his pockets.  Jox was fascinated as he looked on his dads
night time ceremony.  Suddenly he saw his dad disrobing.  From the robe came
a strong dark blond hairy naked body.  Jox blushed, he tried severing the
link but since he wasn?t the one who had activated the servant he had no
control of it.  Jox was stuck looking at his naked dad.  Joxs eyes moved
along his dads body.  A couple of old scares crossed the well muscled back,
sword marks Jox thought.  Jox also notice a skin patch on the upper right
arm, old burned skin from some great fire spell battle his dad had been in.
A shiver passed through his body looking at the dark blond hairs on his dads
arms, strong thick muscles.  Then his dad turned walking over to the table
again.  Joxs vision went straight for his dads cock.  6 inches of flaccid
uncut cock, it swung as his father walked through the room.  Joxs fascinated
by his dads strong thick muscled legs from all that travel.  Jox was very
surprised that his dad held himself so well under those robes of his.   His
dad turned after picking something op from the table.  Jox saw his father
hair globes of butt as he lay down on the bed. That was when the sentient
moved.  It floated towards the bed.  He felt his hand picking op a small
ceramic flask and pouring oil on his dads well muscled back.  The sensation
was so strange, he felt the flask and yet his eyes could see his flesh hands
wasn?t touching anything.  The servant  began massaging his dads back.  Jox
could feel the muscles under his fingers, the strength beneath him was pure,
solid, warm and not the aura of power.  The hands moved from neck to lower
back.  Jox entire body flushing with forbidden wishes.  He felt his cock
rising as it filled with blood.  8 inches of flesh rising from him pulsating
with the beat of his heart. As the servant hands moved down further his cock
harden even more.  Feeling the short curly hairs of this well muscle man
sending thrills through Jox. As the servant moved down Jox got the view of
looking up the entire frame of his dads body.  Thick thighs tapering in to a
smaller waist, only to see the great big V-shape mound of muscle creating a
landscape of light brown valleys, roads and hidden secrets.  One of the
great secrets was hidden under the cleft made from his dads buttocks.  All
Jox could see was 2 eggs hidden in a soft brown flesh bag. Then his father
turned over and Jox looked up 6 foot pure male.  Hairy thighs going up to
strong waistline, flat stomach and 2 broad masses of chest muscles.  Dark
blond short curly hairs moving up from legs to waist.  From neck down to
crotch the thick matt of curly hairs looking like an invitation to lay your
head down on it.  Then Joxs eyes focussed on that island of dark blond curly
hairs at the top of his dads legs.  There stood a tower of hard, pulsating
veiny pink flesh capped with a big strawberry shaped head exposed as the
foreskin moved back.  Two eggs shaped balls held in a flesh bag hung from
the tower base.  Joxs tried to sever the blood link to the servant, but once
again it proved that it couldn?t be dispelled.   Joxs mind filled with
thoughts never felt before and suddenly he could feel his father cock in his
hands.  No not his hands, in the hands of the servant sending the feeling of
hard hot veiny flesh back to Jox.  The servant hands then moved from base to
top of that shaft of pulsating male sin.  And the trip op 9,5 inches sending
Joxs mind into a realm of forbidden thoughts and feelings.  Jox grabbed his
own 8 inch swollen cock working it in time to the servant in the other room,
the sensation of feeling his dads cock and his own at the same time made Jox
groan deeply, the sound coming from the pits of carnal knowledge.
Involuntary his brain activated the secondary power in the sphere, his room
filled with the sound of his father heavy breathing and the slight slurping
sound oil makes when worked on a hard shaft by hands.  Jox had to stifle his
own moans for the sphere not only received the sound but also sent it back.
He father was panting hard and moaning harder, Jox felt the servant pumping
the full length with a gusto.  Sounds of hands sliding down 9,5 inches,
moaning, groaning was very fast getting to Jox.  The building of pressure
and ecstasy within his young muscle body. Suddenly his dad gasped thrusting
up, Jox felt the rod thicken and a huge glob of white fluid fire flew into
the air. The slickness of his father cum on the servants hands forced Jox
over the edge.  Unlike casting magic, this sensation exploded out of Jox
with an almost desperate need.  The first shot hitting the crystal sphere,
the second his face.  The third his chest, forth glob hitting his stomach.
As Jox last shot slid down his rod he gained enough control to deactivate
the sphere, it fell out of the air, landing on his stomach with a low splat.
  It slid down his stomach, passing his cum cover cock, down his balls
sending shivers up his body before hitting the covers under him.  Then the
tingling stopped and Jox knew the servant was dormant again.

For the next week Jox fed the crystal a drop of blood in the evening without
his father knowing about it, each night his body and mind was satisfied with
pleasure.  And that same week his father had given Jox a book on extension
spells saying it would further his studies on mind magic. As he neared the
end of the week as Jox learnt that you could through simple spells force
your will into a near sentient servant taking full control over it.  By the
end of the week Jox had prepared the spells and cast them as he placed his
blood on the crystal of his dads pleasure servant.  And waiting that night
for his father to get to bed.  Through scrying sphere and link he massaged
his father enjoying the feel of his hard muscled body.  Then his father
turned over and Jox massage up his hairy legs and his chests muscles for
some time, enjoying the feel of strong muscles and hairs under his fingers
before going down to pleasure his fathers very hard fleshy pulsating rod,
caressed his balls, stroking his rod with different rhythms. His father a
moan harder that night, writhing under the ministration of Joxs hands.  The
night ended when his dad groaned hard thrusting upwards and blew a heavy
load.  Five shots of white heaven flew straight up into the air, Jox making
sure his ?servant face? was over the big strawberry shape cockhead.  The
sensation of splattering cum on his face made Jox blow his own load.  Jox
ended that evening by smearing the slick liquid over hairy chest and 6 pack
abs.

           The very next day Jox asked his father if he had books on
glamour?s and illusions.  And also confusion spells explaining that he would
like to be an expert on mind magic.  At night he would enjoy the feel of a
mans cock through the servant, and by day he prepared to enter a world of
sin and lust.  For a month he studied all he could find on illusions and
confusion spells, asked his dad on the finer points of control and casting.
Soon after he tried his first experiment.  The gift his father had given him
at his graduation was the ability to far cast through the scrying sphere.
And that night he let the servant do its work but still had the link to it
via blood.  His dad was turning around and Jox whispered the power words to
his experimental confusion spell.  The power flowed out to the sphere, then
out from the viewpoint of the mage eye and around his father naked body.
The spell melted into his dad, its effect would cloud his senses making a
dreamy kind of world like a drunken state.  And as the servant worked his
cock he moaned and groaned uttering husky words ?oh baby, baby, suck it,
ooohhh go on suck it? but the servant just jerk him.  That?s when Jox knew
he had to work harder with his plan.

           Weeks later Jox was ready to start his plan.  He had placed
trigger spells on the servants hands.  The moment those hands touched his
fathers skin a confusion spell of drunkenness and lust would flow to his dad
body.  Jox would be hiding in a dark corner shrouded in illusions of shadow.
  When his dad was under the spell Jox would cast another spell giving his
father the illusion a beautiful dream woman was in the room, and Jox would
get to feel his dad with his own hands.  His father came in walked over to
the chair in the room disrobed. He walked about naked his cock semi hard
swinging back and forth half exposing his great big cockhead.  He washed
under his hairy arms, crotch and ass.  Washing his cock had made it grow
hard.  Jox saw how straight it was pointing out and a little up.  It was so
hard not just exposing himself, reaching for his dads cock. Then his dad
crawled into bed uttering the activating word for the servant.  The moment
its hands touched his skin Jox saw him relax and moaning.  Jox waited a
little while as the spell built up till his dad would turn around, he stood
up from behind the other chair. Whispering words of power.  The room filled
with dreamy light and fog.  His body now looked like a beautiful elven maid.
  His father turned over looking around and seeing the woman.  Jox gasped
looking at his dads round butt, thick hairy legs, half showing his cock
under him.  His dad turned over as Jox neared him.  He lay back as elegant
women hands reached out and began playing with 9,5 inches of fatherly sin.
He moaned and groaned.  Jox suddenly felt sensations invading his body.  It
would seem like the spell affecting his dad passed on to Jox as he touched
flesh to flesh.  But the combination of spells had twisted it somehow that
he didn?t understand, because what his father was feeling his was feeling
to.  Jox could see he was pumping his dads cock, feeling the veiny fleshly
daddy shaft under his fingers, but he could also feel hands pumping his
cock.  Both men moaned.  Jox felt every inch of cock and caressed his dads
balls, because as time went by he not only felt what his dad felt but also
felt what his dad wanted and begged for.  2 minds seamed to meld and Jox was
the servant working the magic.  After minutes of blissful stroking he just
knew what his dad really begged for, his mouth begged to do it. Jox lowered
his face, the smell of cock became stronger possessing him, he needed to
taste his dad.  His tongue touched the top of his fathers cock, a slick salt
sweetness flooded his senses.  Joxs lips slid over cockhead tasting more of
his dad, both groaned.  His dad thrust a little up and Jox lowered more.
His wet mouth slid further down and for the first time in a very long time
his father felt wet hot saliva over the entire length of his hard pulsating
manrod.  He lifted his hips a little and began face fucking the beauty.
Joxs ears heard his dads husky voice filling the air ?ooh, baby? and ?that?s
it suck the head?  and lick those balls? ?uuhh ye that?s what I like?  Jox
sucked for dear life.  Sucking his dads 9,5 inches was a dream in itself,
but feeling a hot wet eager mouth on his cock for the first time was every
young mans paradise.  He sucked his dad just like he begged it and his dad
fucked his face just like Jox wanted it.  His own cock was is a world of wet
ecstasy and the sensation was building in his nuts.  The feeling of building
seamed to trigger his dads sensation of eminent orgasm.  Jox could feel how
it was all rising to new heights.  The pressure feeling from his dads told
Jox he was about to cum and Jox was having a very hard time holding back.
The archmage grabbed the beautiful head and fucked harder groaning ?take it,
ye that?s it suck it harder, I?m gonna cum now, take it, take it
tttaaakkkkkkeeee iiiitttttttt, uuurrgghhhhhh aahhhhhhh?.  Suddenly his dads
world exploded in Joxs mind, sensations of ecstasy flooded his world.  His
mouth felt the cock thicken, then suddenly his taste buds exploded with
sweet saltiness. The slick fire filling his mouth.  Jox swallowed as the
first shot of his own cum came bursting out of his cock hitting the floor
with a loud splat.   Every shot his father sent down Joxs throat, Jox
splattered on the floor.  His mind was nothing more then 2 bodies invading
one mind.    Jox finished his dad off by licked his balls and as his rod
clean until it became semi hard and he fell asleep.  Jox lay on his bed an
hour later still feeling his dads cock in his mouth and the taste of man
cum.

The next morning his dad came up to the library where Jox sat at his table
reading up on illusions.  His father came over and looked down at Jox
?advanced illusions and mind magic, that?s an effective cocktail your
learning.? He said in a deep baritone voice ? But you?ll now also have to
learn the most important lesson any travel mage could learn?  He placed a
package on the table.  A big square one some 6 inches by 6 inches. ?Open
it.?  Jox opened it and looked down at a slab of white marble with red veins
in it 6x6x1 thick marble. ?know what it is?
?yes master, it?s a dragon blood tablet, used to heighten a spell cast on
it?
?very good son, it?s a travellers tablet, and yours.  I had it when first I
became a mage?
Then his dad took 2 rings off his right hand.  One was made of gold and the
other silver with a sapphire in it.  ?if you can figure out what they do,
you may keep them, I don?t need them anymore.?  He placed the ring on the
marble slab, uttered a complex series of words over the ring as he placed a
gold ring with a ruby next to them.  A complex rune formed over the gold
ring with the ruby, before sinking into the metal.  ?Now I have the same
powers as those 2 rings in this one.  He picked the new ring up and placed
it on his middle finger of his right hand.  ?This training is very important
for a travel mage, for this is what we do. We find new things.?  He ruffled
Joxs hair ?And when you know what they do it will give you a clue to the
most important lesson ever?
Jox placed the rings on his new artefact.  His hands wove over the rings, he
whispered word of power and 2 big sigils of light form above each ring.
Over the gold ring was a very complex Blue sigil.  Blue for protection he
thought.  Over the silver ring a red complex sigil formed.  Red for attack.
Jox spent over a week with spells and books, study to figure out the sigils.
  He would never put them on, you never knew what could happen.  Splitting
them up into more basic forms and learning each form.  He was in paradise he
thought, what with the study of his rings and of course the night castings.
But at the end of the week Jox had worked so hard he had only manage to suck
his dad once more.

           But then he was suddenly successful in a powerful identifying
spell and found out what the two rings did.  The silver ring was powerful,
it protected the wearer from mind spells like confusions, but not only that
it let you re-attack the caster with his own spell when you wanted to. The
Gold ring let you see through illusions while keeping the caster in the dark
about it.  Joxs heart went cold and he thought for a while, suddenly he
remember that the bathhouse servants had been a little different for
sometime now.  As he moved down from the library he felt compelled to check
on the servant crystals in his room.  They were clean.  2 crystals in the
bathroom had a drop of blood on them and not his.  The bathing servants.
Jox moved down to the living room and looked down at his father sitting next
to the fire in a lounge chair.   His dad was reading and Jox noticed that
two fingers on his right hand with thick white bands of skin untouched by
sun. His dad looked up and said ?you should always remember to clean spell
crystals of blood.  And scrying in an archmages tower is like ringing
thousands of bells?  Jox was about to defend himself when his dad looked
down at his own crotch and Jox saw a mountain of cloth hiding a tower of
sinful flesh waiting for a sons love.

This all happened some 15 years ago, and now his father was dead.  He died
in a blaze of glorious magic against a great foe of the land some years
back.  The lost years of his fathers love while at school had been paid back
many folds in the time they had together.  Jox looked up from the book he
was studying , teleportation spells and their control.  He had only some 12
years to become an archmage. Tomorrow he would return to his old school to
deliver the little package at his feet, the first part of a family
tradition.  Unlike his first trip he would travel the paths of magic to the
school and looking down at his son playing on the floor. Starting a new
cycle of the Jalaxi mage legacy.