“You will, in no more than thirty minutes, transmute this ball from iron, to wood, to silver, to iron again. She held the orb aloft in her gloved hand. “I will administer your first trial,” she said, producing a walnut-sized ball of iron from her robe’s voluminous sleeve. She peered down at the gnome through square-lensed spectacles, smiling an encouraging smile. “You may have proved your skill to your professors and to your peers through tests and studies, but the time has come to prove yourself to us.”Ī second sage stood, this one a master of transmutation. “You have studied at Blackstaff Tower for four years, young gnome,” the sage said, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. The first sage, a master of the arcane school of evocation, stood and addressed the trembling gnome. The sages loomed above him from their pedestals like ogres, silhouetted by the mystical lights that flickered behind them. Wizard 101: A Beginner’s Guide to the Arcane ArtsĪ gnome with a short, reddish beard gazed up at the Eight Sages, awaiting their judgment. Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk Mordenkainen Presents: Monsters of the Multiverse

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