Magest leaned back in her chair taking in the scene before her. She sat in a crowded inn. Drinks were flowing and the noised had increased as the night wore on. The only thing that set this inn apart from the others down the street was that it didn’t serve any non magic folk. Not that they would have any reason to be here. Only the Talented came here.
The Talented learned quickly after discovering their abilities that magic was not unlimited, nor could you store for long periods of time. Magic was a part of Nature and was given to the humans as a gift. The Talented humans in turn were suppose to help Nature keep the world in balance and to replenish their power the Talented were suppose to do a task Nature set for them.
It didn’t work that way anymore. Humans soon found a way to replenish their power without Nature. At first it was only for small things but Nature was soon forgotten in human greediness. The world was falling apart and the Talented didn’t even notice.
Magest brought the black bottle to her lips and continued to watch the crowd. The group nearest her wore purple robes with a red stripe along the edge. They were the lowest of the Talented. They were simply called Talents, as so low a group didn’t have the luxury of wasting time on imagination. They ran errands and did small magics.
Next up on the totem pole were the Gardeners. They wore green robes with a darker green stripe along the edge. They specialized in earth magic; a skill that required endurance but other than that was not difficult. They often mingled with Healers; a class above their own. The Healer’s wore maroon with a gold stripe.
These three groups still honored Nature in small ways but not on purpose. Their own powers simply counted them to earth; making it easier for Nature to work through them.
Magest looked up as the door opened, letting in a group of Gifted. Their blue robes swirled around them as they found their seats. The Gifted could control the weather. They are the rarest of the Talents. Next up are the Mages. They sported white robes with a gold stripe. Their magic was not limited to a certain type like the before mentioned but such versatility came at a price. They ran out of magic faster than any of the other Talents.
On top of everyone sat the Wizards. You couldn’t mistake their gold robes for anything else. Their power was all but unlimited and they never let you forget it. Before the Talents discovered an alterative way of replenishing their power the Wizards were kept humble. It was the more difficult for them to connect Nature than any other Talent. This was the price of their great power.
The potion that everyone in this inn is drinking is what renewed their power. Some were more powerful than others, catering to the needs of each class of Talents. It disgusted Magest. The world was dying and they did nothing. It was time she did some thing about that. She let the power flow through her body as her summoned it to her. She gave it a purpose then unleashed it.
The caldrons where the potions were brood burst into flame. They fire quickly spread; devouring what had no right to burn. Magest fought against the Mage’s and Wizard’s counter spells until the horrible magic was destroyed. She released her spell and vanished in a swirl of black robes. She left no trace behind.