A 'Tiger' Blocking the Road Ahead

Hill was truly tempted.

As long as he wore this ring, he could use any official Teleportation Gate to travel directly to the main hall of the Tower of Wind Song.

Although the shades had certainly emptied the Tower of Wind Song of everything inside, the tower itself was still standing.

Before it collapsed completely, Hill wanted to go take a look.

Besides, some Sorcerer inheritances relied on the tower itself rather than the books inside.

The shades' goal was the Nether Scrolls, and now they were busy hunting down those who had gained something from within. They could not possibly have had the time to smash the tower into dust. Hill felt he could still find something there.

Whether the great arcanists or Mystra, there were things they simply would not understand—knowledge passed down through the bloodlines of the Ancient Elves.

Those were the most fundamental and primitive inheritances Hill had always wanted.

He had, in fact, always wanted to do something for Telashir's Sorcerers. Telashir's Sorcerers now essentially followed the Mage path entirely, yet had no idea how to handle their own bloodlines.

Hill himself had been fortunate enough to survive the initial bloodline upheaval, but not everyone could be as lucky as he was.

Because Telashir's living environment was so harsh, its Sorcerers developed their bloodlines in almost the most brutal way possible. The faster they grew, the better; very few carefully studied their own bloodlines.

Much of the time, such advancement came at the cost of their intelligence. The higher their rank, the more beastlike their thinking became.

In the end, even those with relatively outstanding intelligence had no way to learn spells outside their bloodlines.

Yet as long as their intelligence was sufficient, Sorcerers could clearly multiclass as Mages.

What Telashir needed was a stable