In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Rumors of an old haunted elven temple have emerged and reached the ears of the magic knights. Most recently a family went over to camp by the ruins, but only the youngest daughter returned, crying about horrifying female visages dressed in white…
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Minimum Number of Players: 1 [break]Minimum Word Count: 2000 [break]Location: Kiten [break]Special Requirements: NA
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What NPCs are in this mission? Please fill out the template for any notable NPCs. While those you have to socially interact with during the mission are not required any enemy that is presented in the mission must be listed in here. [break][break] Name of NPC: Banshee x 6 per player
[break] [break]Health Limit: Senior [break]Physical Speed: 15 m/s [break]Physical Damage: Junior [break]Magic Element and Types: Sound | Sensory [break]Combat Style: He uses his restraining magic to take control of those he wants to show fear to. Also, his physical reinforcement is where he mainly uses for strength and speed buffs. This is for when he needs to handle business himself. [break]Additional Information: NA
The bustle and life of a tavern. Nothing quite beat the hospitable warm glow of a building such as this in the evening. Gentle flames flickering in wall mounted lanterns, the cheer of a group of woodsmen at a corner clanging their mugs together, and the laughter of all as they forget their problems with alcohol. Who really knew why she was here- she certainly didn't. Maybe there was a hole much like others that drink, maybe she just liked the atmosphere, maybe... Something else, just good fun. Regardless of the means the end was often a boisterous night of hearty celebration until she was so drunk even she couldn't keep her footing. Which is to say she'd blown the months paycheck. Though thankfully she hadn't quite gone that far yet.
Particularly because this night was different. Her little stay at a humble Kiten tavern turned into a bit of a job it seemed. She couldn't argue with jobs like this, because the vast majority of Magic Knight work were just moves for public relations. Something like putting on a comedy act to relate with people more. She never really did that well- relating to people. Mundanely staring at the page she'd torn from the front of the tavern, she read the request and reward being offered. Downing another mug and haphazardly setting it down only to ignore it when the empty thing tipped she read on. Something about ghosts- at least from the description she was reading. Garbed in white, and... People were missing- right, technically could be weird people too. She'd seen and heard of worse cults.
Paying off the nights' tabs early and saving some of her earnings she wandered out of the building and into the open night air. A stretch, broad shoulders sending attached arms high up into the sky as the woman let out a groan. Relaxing her shoulders moments after a tired gaze flickered left and right. Extending her hand, a white blue trimmed tome with black inscriptions flipped open. A four leafed clover rested on the side binding. Considering the darkness of the night she spoke two words to activate one of her spells.
"The Oni." She said, before her body began to grow. Thankfully she'd thought of this when buying her clothes, but the best at a certain point the cost of getting custom tailored stuff would outway the decency of being dressed. It's not like she kept clothed for herself anyways. As some baggy portions of her clothes straightened out at her full height, an eye opened from a widening split in her forehead- vertically. It had a black sclera and a rose iris much like the womans own two eyes.
Wandering into the night and surveying the darkness, she began to head to these supposed ruins that the family had gone missing at. Hands shoved into her pockets, slouched forward with a sour expression like some kind of goon.
Post by Athan Ravencrest on Jun 1, 2020 19:54:26 GMT -5
Athan had not really been this far out into the common region much in his short life, after all he had been stuck to being inside and being trained to be some sort of animal the whole time. But nonetheless he didn't mind it too bad, though the walls and buildings looked rather trashy if he had to say so, he knew they had been through wars and what not. But could they really not put up anything better, or at least more interesting it was all this boring stone color and it was quite the drag. In any case he continued his pursuit.
Pursuit yes, of a hulking mass of a lady. He had never seen a lady so massive and she had taken the contract he himself had been put on to do so in the end whether the lady knew or not she would be stuck with him as a partner this time around, even if she seemed not to know it yet. She had been clearly drinking before, not that she looked particularly incoherent but Athan hated alcohol and could smell it from a distance away even.
As the hulking lady came upon a mess of ruins Athan made himself known finally, leaving the darkness and coming behind the lady, while still remaining a solid 10 meters back, he knew people like this could snap and he would need at least some sort of distance just in case. “Hey big lady, you know these things are kind of dangerous right, I was told that even I would have trouble and as far as I can tell you look just as strong as I do. Though you clearly have much bigger muscles I bet you could lift me with a single arm.” Athan said in a rather childish tone, after all he was a child. And he really did sort of want to see the lady pick him up with one arm, she would probably be able to throw the boy a solid distance too...sounded fun to the boy though with a smile crossing his lips. It was humorous however to think that the two would be similar in power, due to the vast size difference, but inspection of their magic could show such a thing.
Athan had of course been wearing his usual white dress shirt, black slacks and his golden dawn cloak, the hood resting on his rather small shoulders now. Today a simple black vest laid on top of his shirt and he had his father's ring on his finger. He spoke up once more after the slight pause, a golden twinkle in his eye as he introduced himself. Saluting as a knight he spoke “Hello! My name is Athan, golden dawn mage and I am your partner tonight in the killing of these banshees.” The boy said, before lowering his arm. “That is of course unless you wanna do it by yourself in which case I wouldn't mind you throwing me as far as you could...I bet you could get me far, how far ya think? 20 meters..no that'd be too easy, 40 maybe?”
The boy talked far too much sometimes, but realized he needed to stop before the hukling lady may have grown annoyed with his words and reacted in some way shape or form he didn't like.
Power - 30 Durability - 02 Control - 30 Stamina - 10 Sensory - 02 Mana - 40/60 M.Regen - 5 Active Effects: Berserkers Rage 1/8, Momentum 1/10, Full Blitz JR Speed x2 Strength - Junior Speed - 10m/s + 7m/s + 7m/s +3m/s = 27m/s Spells used - The Oni, The Primal Sustain Costs: 5 mana x2
She was clueless, really. Up until the moment the kid made himself known she had absolutely no idea of his presence. Even if she had a third vertical eye on her head that gave her the ability to see well at night, it didn't change the fact that she had very little spatial awareness. She had to still make eye contact after all. Moving up towards the ruins the sudden voice made her foot plant in the ground and stop dead in her tracks.
Turning around and leaning back, scanning the kid up and down all three eyes blinked in sync with each other. A look of slight surprise was rapidly turning into a sour expression of an unavoidable fate being brought upon them. Having to work with a kid, she wondered why so many Magic Knights were kids- she supposed they did start and get their Grimoires when she did, fifteen. Before her thoughts had a chance to reach their natural conclusion the voice spoke further. Confirming the mantle was of the same squad of which he spoke, there was a heavy and pained sigh that escaped her. A steam came from her mouth into the cool night air.
She spoke out towards him, her voice was loud and proud no doubt. Hands came to rest at either side of her hips. "Kid, it's your job to do this kind of thing. You should be more interested in actually doing it right? Especially if you're Golden Dawn, have to earn that entitlement if I'm not mistaken." She said, it was a clear jab at the squad- though she'd called the squad she was in a bunch of degenerates. It seemed nobody got a free pass. A hand reached over to her mantle, lifting it up to get a better view in the darkened night environment. "Black Bulls. I am Titania, I guess I'm ma Junior Magic Knight..." She said as if frustrated with that fact.
"If you're going to help then just don't screw me over, that's all I ask. I know a lot of mages get a little overzealous with big explosive spells. And you say these are banshees? Not cultists? Then I guess your help is more welcome. I hate fighting intangible things. Though if they can hit me I can hit them- it has to work like that." She said, giving a firm nod of her head.
"I'm going be straight with you kid." She started, rubbing the brow of her head. "I can probably toss you ten meters at best with how strong I currently am. Give it a few years and maybe I'd have built up the strength to send you flying, but I'm not here for your entertainment. Find fun in killing monsters and you'll love life." She said as she turned around again to start walking towards the banshees.
"The Primal." She stated, upon which she started unbelievably growing even taller by yet another foot. Looming a total of nine feet tall, she strode between trees into the clearing of ruins. Immediately the apparitions became apparent. Twelve in total if one took the time to count them, but Titania was already sprinting with a wild glint in her eye. Barrelling forward she brought her fist back and slammed it into one of the spectres. While there was no cathartic slam, there was a shrill gasp as it seemed to be blown away a few meters, drifting to a standstill as it recovered having taken intermediate damage.
Shaking the strange ectoplasmic feeling from her knuckles quite literally, the other banshees started to let out shrill cries. It seemed like she'd kicked the hornets nest. Not relenting however, she started swinging left to right. A foot swung towards a Banshee, an uppercut towards another. In their own strange way they all seemed to be effective, transferring an intermediate amount of damage to six more banshees before she began to sprint backwards. Not before spectral thrash from one of the banshees caused a glowing blue linear wound to form on her forearm that was used to block the attack. It faded quickly, but the pain still lingered and damaged her mana skin for a Junior amount.
"On second thought maybe it would just be best if you blew them up! Feels disgusting to fight these things!" She said, hopping up and down on the spot as she waited for the banshees to catch up.
Post by Athan Ravencrest on Jun 1, 2020 23:14:59 GMT -5
POWER--12
DURABILITY --2
SENSORY--10
STAMINA--20
CONTROL--30
TOTAL--74
SPEED--12 m/s
STRENGTH--1/2 Junior
Athan was a little puzzled by the girls first remark. “Oh no, I love killing things. Its fun to watch things die when they are such worthless creatures, I am rather good at it too.” Athan answered the girl. “Black bulls are cool, no rules and stuff, sounds neat, Golden Dawn is always talking about rules and doing this and doing that, gets to be a little much occasionally. But don't worry, I don't really blow stuff up so much as I just kill it.” Athan said responding to the next few lines the girl ahead of him spoke. Quickly becoming disheartened however when he heard she would only be able to toss him a fairly short distance. “Oh...well that stinks.” Athan said pouting slightly. His grimoire coming out from his side and floating in front of him, the brown book looked fairly simple in the leather itself, but had a rather noticeably large golden symbol on the front that stood out much like Athan considered himself to.
The lady was rather intimidating with the third eye that Athan noticed, he had yet to see a third eye yet and was rather intrigued on just what sort of powers it gave the lady, but she was quick when she turned to run off so Athan quickly assumed it was a speed or strength thing, physical reinforcement magic of some sort, though he was upset to have never seen it, yet happy at the same time. Athan could see now why she had mentioned the whole hitting thing seeing as she had rushed in barbarically pretty much, though it mattered little to Athan as he was always happy to have someone take the focus for him.
The lady he now knew as Titania had seemed rather displeased to have a partner, but Athan would make her like him. Athan was quick to cast his own spells just as Titania had begun her assault. Just as the lady had screamed back about it being okay to blow up the Banshees would be lit up by the spells of Athan. Athan remaining back where the two had talked was now standing with his grimoire in front of him, the book opened flipping to the second page. With Titania out of the way and even leaving the seven banshees she had bashed basically on top of eachother, Athan did his version of explosions even if it didn't actually explode. Athan’s arm extended as he pointed above the banshees, a small light flicking out of his pointed finger and reaching a point above the banshees in a second. After the quick second an explosion like ray of light exploded out from the small light 10 meters in diameter. All seven banshees were caught in a ray of light as well as a few that had begun to close in on Titania and Athan. They were Quicker than many monsters but they were not faster than the boy's magic.
Now standing still again three shards quickly appeared above Athan just as his aoe spell went off, his grimoire flipping back a page to the first one. Now a light shard appeared above his shoulders and one slightly further up above his head. His arm still outstretched, the boy now flicked the air toward his enemies. Three more shards. Flick. The banshees now getting hit by Athan’s cylinder ray of light were hit then by a shard of his magic as well, three at first, then six shortly after. As six Banshees seemingly disappeared from existence Athan stood staring at his ongoing ray of light before commenting to his new partner.
“It doesn't explode, but it does shine. They didn't pass judgement it seems, poor souls rest in peace.” It was now that if one looked at the boy he would appear much less childish and innocent than he had a minute ago. Now his eyes were pure gold, his hair still shining, but his expression. Murderous, much like the tone of his voice. “You should close in again, I can't run from them as fast as you can.” Athan mentioned as he cut off his ray of light by swiping his hand to the side, freeing up the area for Titania to wreak havoc yet again. Though damage had been done, the Banshees had also closed the gap, and just as Athan finished his words he was backing up quickly to close space, just as they were about 5 meters from the two.
WC: 749 | 1,308
+9 Power (Apex Predator)
MANA POOL --70-30=40/70
MANA REGEN--20 | 10
MANA SKIN--Senior/Senior
HEALTH--Senior/Senior
Banshees. 6 Dead 1 - Junior health remaining 2 - Intermediate and half remaining. 3 - Untouched.
Power - 30 Durability - 02 Control - 30 Stamina - 10 Sensory - 02 Mana - 35/60 M.Regen - 5 Active Effects: Berserkers Rage 3/8, Momentum 3/10, Full Blitz JR Speed x2 Strength - Junior + 1/2 Junior Speed - 10m/s + 7m/s + 7m/s +9m/s = 33m/s Spells used - The Oni, The Primal
In the middle of chaos she didn't have much time to think as they'd come to some fairly intense blows with the Banshees. She was thankful they at least responded to her hits, but she could readily admit that the kids magic seemed more attuned to dealing with this kind of mana monster. What she had on her mind wasn't entirely how effective his magic was, but while her passing comment was meant to be just a passing remark with little weight, having a young boy talk about how awesome murdering things were like it was a token of pride was something that broke through that Black Bull... facade, after all, most Black Bulls still managed to become Magic Knights because they wanted to do good in some way or form, however obscure it was. Her expression just evened out at something solemn as they fought. Yet they were about to close in on the kid, and what was worse than a twisted child was a dead one. Everyone deserves a chance at redemption.
Sprinting forward, the woman just body slammed into one of the banshees to cover as much surface area as possible. Barrelling through it, the spectral entity let out a gasp as it blew into mist and dispersed entirely. Having split the gap between them and the kid, the banshees for the most part turned their attention towards her. To which having seemingly gotten even more into the battle she was even faster than before. Even with the rapid swirls that began to form over the banshees as they used abilities that made them faster, they still fell quite a distance short of keeping up with her. Her large legs let her make long and distant strides. As she jogged backwards away from them, her back hit a small bit of the ruin. Quickly turning she spotted a slab of stone- the remainder of whatever structure this was. It definitely had a more stable surface area than her body.
Heaving it from the ground as her arms tensed, she levelled it along her side and began to sprint towards the banshees! Shrieks and gasps echoed out as the ethereal forms were blown left and right and floated to respective stops as they each recovered. Stopping back at where she'd started, the woman slammed the slab of stone down into the ground between them and the banshees as a shield of a sorts. It really wouldn't... Do much, but it was perhaps the thought that would count. Just as Athan could sidestep to fire light at them, they could just go around as well. Though it did give her a chance to actually talk now that she'd done all she needed to do.
"I shouldn't be surprised." She said, letting out a sigh. "If you're in the Golden Dawn you're probably from a Noble family..." She followed up with as a hand rested on her forehead. She didn't even finish her thought, instead saying something else. "We'll need to try and find the family that went missing out here too. After you take care of them, we should take a look around. Though I have a bad feeling we're either fighting them now, or we'll find corpses." She stated with a tiredness to her voice.
Post by Athan Ravencrest on Jun 2, 2020 14:20:58 GMT -5
POWER---12 + 9 =21
DURABILITY ---2
SENSORY---10
STAMINA---20
CONTROL---30
SPEED---12 m/s
STRENGTH---1/2 Junior
Athan watched as Titania went back into combat like he had asked, and was grateful she did though he doubted it was really because he had asked her. Of course he would never know but he figured it unlikely she would ever take orders from such a smaller child compared to herself, especially after she had grown to be four feet taller than the boy. What was most frightening about her though was not the size alone, it was the speed at which she was able to move at such a size, she was faster than his magic was at the moment, and that was something the boy would need to fix one day.
Though he watched her go in, making sure to follow up just as she escaped, essentially following the same plan as last time. Just as she got out of the range of the banshees again and lifted up a boulder the boy attacked. He had to make sure this time however to position his ray better considering the banshees were much closer this time around to Titania, but he began. His Grimoire flipping back to the second page now he lifted his finger to the sky and a light came out, passing just about 6 meters past Titania. It happened in less than a second before the magic ball exploded down in the ray of light. All five banshees were trapped in the attack as it shot down. The banshees were fast, but unlike Titania not faster than his own magic. Two of the banshees immediately dispersed into nothingness again under the light, leaving three remaining.
Athan’s grimoire quickly flipped back to the first page as three shards appeared above him again, and with a flick of his fingers, just as the banshees passed the rock to reach Titania who just had a ray of light no more than a meter from her face were each hit my a shard in the chest. The shards shot through the figures as they opened to screech. The banshees dispersed again, leaving the silence of a won battle.
“I am a noble, but that's not why I am capable, story for another time. Though you are right, we need to go find this family. Nice idea with the rock though.” Athan said his grimoire flipping to the third page as he casted his healing spell on Titania, he saw she had been caught once in the early part of the engagement and figured he would heal the lady, he liked her. She was the opposite of him in many ways, he was intrigued. The missing banshees of course had been judged, their souls put to sleep. Athan would point his finger at Titania's feet as a light ball shot out and onto the floor before widening out into a circle. A light would cover Titania's body rejuvenating her slightly and healing a single junior rank.
“Okay, now that you feel slightly better lets go, before the people are found dead or something. Use that fancy speed of yours to run around the ruins, shouldn't take you too long to find them like that.” the boy said. While his expression had turned less serious and murderous he still wasn't quite back at his normal childish self either.
The boy honestly enjoyed the battle, it was the first time he had been truly in any sort of life and death scenario where if he failed he would die. But in the end the only change from the many sparring sessions he had done in his life was the extra adrenaline. Other than that it simply seemed like a show that he had been rehearsing for his whole life. While many would say his skill was part of being a noble or came naturally. In reality, it was years and years of work that had been forced upon the boy, not that he minded in the end. He felt capable, capable of doing what he wanted, he wanted to protect his kingdom and those that lived their lives justly and didn't cause chaos. Everyone else was to be judged, harshly.
WC: 688 | 1996
Spells used: Judged, Judgement, Exempt +15 Power (Apex Predator)
And so with yet another brilliant barrage of light from the prodigious child the fight came to a definitive end. Yet the objective did not, and the feeling of impending tragedy weighed heavily on the typically thuggish woman. She looked towards Athan, before jogging off at a slower but still significant speed as she scoured the area with a balance of both caution and quickness.
Though not ten seconds into her search there was the sound of shuffling before a voice called out. "Are they gone?!" The voice called, it was somewhat distant and muffled through the ruins. Closing in on the location much to her surprise there they were. A group of people- presumably this family. Though one of them seemed critically injured or wounded as they lay unconscious in someones lap. Were it not for the laboured breathing that could be heard as their body desperately coped with its' condition, the person might've been mistaken as dead. Without a second thought now that there were some actual stakes in this again, the Magic Knight acted.
"Alright, I can bring them back to the town. I assume the person back at town is your family member, don't worry, they're safe. Can the rest of you move?" She asked, to which she got a mixed response ranging from kind of to yes. Carefully carrying the wounded person over her shoulder, she walked back out to address Athan. "Alright, looks like we got lucky this time. Only one of them is badly hurt, the rest will be fine. Let's get this one to a Doctor and then we're done here." She said, before adding. "Oh, right. You healed me, maybe you could heal the rest of them too. Might be easier and more immediate as we head back. Thanks, by the way, felt annoying." That was certainly one way to put pain.
Post by Athan Ravencrest on Jun 4, 2020 10:29:01 GMT -5
Athan watched as the hulking lady jogged away, she was still quick but not nearly the same speed as when she had been sprinting before, though the fury of battle would often do that to a person. She was interesting to the boy, even as he watched her run away. It seemed everything about her was opposite of the boy yet they were both wanting to do the same thing whether each would admit it or not, they were here to save people after all. And they were both risking their lives to do so. Whether or not Athan would ever say he cared about the citizens enough to risk his own life or not was heavily arguable but in the end he would. This was his first mission even since becoming a knight and he had touched a mission that even people of his own rank normally wouldn’t dream of. But it was clear Athan was different, he had potential and the training to back it up, especially for someone his age. It seemed he wasn't alone this time though, the girl may have been vastly different but she was strong too and had potential that rivaled Athan’s as much as he hated to admit it. They were similar but so different.
Of course now she jogged off as he stayed put, for the most part, until he heard the talking. The boy quickly made his way over covering some distance before Titania came out from some part of the ruins with someone hunched over her shoulder. She mentioned how they were hurt which Athan thought to himself looked rather obvious, and as she spoke about the boy being able to heal he had already started as his grimoire came out and shined a golden light as it flipped to the third page and a light came from Athan’s finger and into the ground where it expanded into a ring around the group. As Athan, Titania, and the civilians all shined as if cloaked in light most of the civilians quickly looked much better as if they had only been lightly scraped. However the other one was healing though it was slower.
“He isn't going to die by any means, the human body is stronger than this somehow, we just have to give him time. I can hold this for pretty much ever so just wait here for sometime.” Athan said as he began to sit down in the circle. He closed his eyes as some time passed before he asked Titania a question. “So what exactly is that eye by the way?” Athan said his right eye peeking open. “I have seen all kinds of magic in my short lifetime but never an eye that opens out of a person's head that echoes of power.” Athan was genuinely curious, if it wasn't for him having to keep up the healing circle he would have most likely been much more childish in his asking but he was still trying to be somewhat serious given the situation of the people around them.
As Athan closed his eye after speaking again waiting for a response time passed, it was unlikely the people around felt much safer with the boy but with Titania there he was sure they were fine waiting around. Athan and Titania were of course well aware about the fate of the banshees, but sadly the civilians simply had to take them at their word, though they seemed to be doing so fairly well. That or they were more worried about their friend or family member who was healing, slowly...but healing. Athan opened his eyes again to peek around just to make sure nothing was happening before closing again and falling onto his back and laying in wait.
Hearing the news, the larger woman knelt down to gently set the wounded person within the circle. Seeing Athan and the others- some more cautious than others start resting as well, she took it upon herself to lean up against a nearby bit of ruins. It was when he asked that question that her head tilted to the side. It seemed like it begged for a grand story or a deep secret, but the reality was much more unimpressive than that. The woman spoke up as she outstretched a hand ever so slightly, a gesture to go along with her speech perhaps.
"It's just part of a spell; ultimately. That is the simple answer, I could go into why I might have a spell like this, since our Grimoires often choose for us, but that answer likely isn't impressive or interesting either." She stated with a sense of finality. Folding her arms across her torso, she peered over her shoulder and watched the treeline beyond the ruins. Truth was she was fairly hungry at this point, the only reason she could use one of her transformations was because she'd gulped down a healthy dose of alcohol before this little excursion. Turning back and raising a palm to brush again her face in thought, her mouth became obscured. The gesture seemed to prompt an impulse, and she was in no time at all digging within a pocket.
Within that pocket she produced a can of some kind- not cylindrical, but more like a small case of a sorts. Popping it open, what it was for became abundantly obvious. Tugging out a cigar, the lady popped it between her lips and gave it a light. After a moment she exhaled, a puff of smoke drifting off into the eerie ruins. Away from the others well enough, seeing as she was off to the side leaning on some remains of a wall.
She then raised her voice again, offering some elaboration on the question that might've been desired- perhaps not. "I mentioned you being nobility because of your Grimoire. I can when the situation permits, be more perceptive than people think. Four leaf clover, just like mine. With nobles being the most gifted by mana, it was a healthy guess. That being said, I am... From one as well. Where some get off- pardon my language on being pompous, arrogant, haughty and acting superior my family strives to not just be actors. My lineage dates a long and honoured history of Magic Knights. We are raised with the purpose of doing the Clover Kingdom proud. So it's no surprise that on top of an impressive Grimoire, I've gotten spells that make me stronger and more imposing. It's awfully considerate as well- gave me quite the liver with one of 'em. I could drink a keg and probably still be fine." She said with a half smirk as the cigar burned away.
"At that point I'm not competing with anyone, so it's just kicking a dead horse. Still, guilty pleasure." She admitted with a shrug. Considering all that she'd seen and been around for, the woman's eyes for the first time since they'd all started resting shifted to settle directly on the boy. The cigar burned away, one of two glowing dots signifying she was there just at the lights edge in the dark and eerie ruins; the other being the eye with the glowing rose iris on her forehead.
"How about you? You're quite a dark kid to be blessed with a Grimoire of Light. Though perhaps I'm looking too far into things, connotations might not matter in the eyes of mana. A fair enough assumption. As much as I might want to enable you to deliver your sob story, you'll learn that we all got 'em and that's often enough. The details never matter too much. Though if you think we have the time I'm all ears." She said, almost regretting her words the moment she said them. She didn't want to have to stand there and affirm each little bit the boy might've said in response, but the truth was perhaps if he took the opportunity she'd be surprised.
Looking towards the healing man within the circle, Titania's eyes narrowed. Then, she slowly began to shrink as she let up one of her transformation spells. Ending up a foot shorter- still eight feet and still with the transformation active to give her that darkness seeing eye.
"I wonder if those were truly incarnations of the dead, or if they were just another Monster. I've seen some strange mana beasts around lately, a lot different then the brainless lot that I'm used to handling. Yet something like this implies it came from a person, it wouldn't feel right if they'd just come into existence." She said, still choosing to quickly drop the subject and not comment on it any further.
Still just resting against that same wall, tired eyes looked out to the darkness around them. The embers of the cigars tip flickered up light fireflies into the night sky. Smoke entangled with them, painting a mural filled with contrast. Then without not even another word her eyes turned and looked to regard Athan directly, showing that she'd finished talking and was offering her ears to anything he might feel the need or want to say. A few taps as she plucked the cigar out from her lips to shake off the wilting end, ashes scattering to the chilly late night breeze.
Post by Athan Ravencrest on Jun 7, 2020 12:24:41 GMT -5
Athan was slightly displeased about the answer that came about the eye, it was seemingly so lackluster in comparison to what the boy had been hoping for. But it made sense, it was a spell and it simply made an eye appear. Be that as it may. But Athan quited himself in preparation of the longer speech that was clearly about to take place as the large lady pulled out a cigar and lit it. The boy sat up quietly crossing his legs and his eyes looking almost eagerly at Titania as he listened. Halfway through the lady would lose her eye and she would shrink back to her normal height, though even her normal height was vastly taller than Athan was. Titania talked for a good while, Athan making sure to pay close attention to his spell as well and the person who had been so severely injured. Though the breathing of the injured had turned from extremely labored to being much more steady and quiet.
Just like in battle Athan would turn serious again during this chatting, seeming as the first subject just sort of called for it. “I am nobility, I am also an elf. I think many people look at me in either three very different ways. I am either a child. A noble elf. Or a noble elf child. The third is what is the most annoying, people who simply dismiss my ability in any way shape or fashion because I am an elf and a noble. But I agree in the end due to that, nobles are often very arrogant or any other word you wish to use to describe them is probably fitting. But just in that same way it's not all for no reason, after all most of them are more capable than the general civilian. But not all of us live easy lives even as nobility.” Athan was thinking of himself of course as he said it.
“It is nice to see someone else sharing a similar grimoire, but we are different after all, you look like it is much more fitting of you. I do not. I was gifted a grimoire but I would think it is much more because of how I was raised instead of simply being a noble or an elf. I was raised much like an assassin instead of a child. They saw promise in me so I was raised to train day after day, magic and not. I do not look it, but I was raised learning all sorts of hand to hand techniques too. But I was mostly trained in magic of course, for even without a grimoire it was clear I was special due to magic and the element. It was an awful childhood, but It makes you “dark” as you say maybe. I enjoy it though, fighting, killing things. But I always have a reason, I never kill people who are innocent. I fight much more like a judge of sorts, casting judgement upon everyone I run across and deciding myself if they live or die. That's how I was raised. It is no grand sob story so to speak, I didn't lose anyone dear to me or something like that. But as for the creature we fought. Banshees, they are spirits, so incarnations of the dead sure. More specifically they are female spirits who cry, shriek, whatever you wanna call it over an impending death. So they are sort of..messengers or predictors of death.” In preparation for the incoming question of why the boy knew so much he followed with the answer.
“I was told about it by my trainer, an uncle of mine. I talk to him still extremely often and often get advice. My family is extremely knowledgeable and powerful so we have information floating around on pretty much everything. But in the end, they are indeed incarnations of dead. An in turn they deserve themselves to die, predicting death in itself in the future is rather hellish in my opinion.” Athan finished as he saw the body of the man healing stir. “He seems to be doing much better now. But I like you Titania, we are different but similar, and though I think we may have slightly different views on nobles. You said your family tried to not just be actors, yet that is most of my family. But I still fight for them with all my heart and blood, even though I am one of the few real dark non actors they have. Me and my vice-captain cousin of course. In any case nobility is a complicated subject.” Athan finished not knowing if he had really made good conversation or not, worried he may have said too much, or talked about himself more than he should have. He was by no means a socially anxious person, but he also still wasn't used to talking to people outside of his family really.
Athan looked down at the dirt as he pointed to the ground with his finger, a magic light forming on the tip as he wrote R.C in the ground with the light as the magic stayed on the dirt floor before Athan Blew on the ground before the magic seemingly disappeared. The initials standing for the boys family name, with so many thoughts roaming throughout his head on everything they meant to his life. It had been only such a short time since he left the house for the knights, yet he had already begun to divert mentally from the path he was given.
Remaining in her leaned position, the Woman payed partial attention to what the kid was saying. One half of her was the snobbish noble raised- not much different than her predecessors and ignorant to what younger generations had to say. Yet the other half was a person who genuinely cared, and it was for that reason that she at least listened to the main points of what he was saying. Blinking slowly, the tip of her cigar lit up as she took a puff before holding it back down at the side. Unsurprisingly, it eventually dropped from her hand and she just shifted her foot to crush it beneath her.
When she finally had heard it all, there was a moment of silence that transpired before she gave her response. "I can't say the same thing. Never seen someone dismiss my ability or talk it down to my face. Probably a good reason behind that." She mused, scratching one side of her jaw. Yawning afterwards, and rubbing at sleepy eyes she let out a sniffle and continued to talk. "Like I said, you really didn't need to tell me. If it makes you feel better than sure, but you're not really uncovering anything new with revealing your past. Most of us deal with that in some way shape or form- nobles involved with the Magic Knights. There's expectations, that if not met could threaten the capital of the house. It's no wonder that the backbone of families would adapt to be strict enough to leave no room for failure. I was subject to it to. That being said, maybe then you'll mellow out with age. Maybe not, just try not to do anything irrational until then." She said, looking towards the healing man that laid on the ground.
"Honestly, banshees, trolls, rock monsters or golems they're all the same. While they might be products of something specific, they ultimately just because a facet of manas rage hellbent on tearing asunder the civilized world. One thing that does raise a brow of your past, is the fact that you openly said you were trained as an assassin. Tell that to the wrong person and suddenly your family will find themselves exposed. Seems like a fragile situation." She said, looking towards the family that rested over top of the healing and slowly awaking one.
She shook her head, raising a hand to brush along her brow as she pieced together thoughts into something coherent. Her gaze shifted over to the traced initials on the ground. Her expression flattened to become stone-like in nature. For all the assumptions as to why, the truth of the matter became evident as the bubbling laughter started to emerge and she turned her attention away. Looking away from Athan, her shaking shoulders indicated some kind of snuffed out snickering. Perhaps the initials reminded her of the ignorance of her own youth, perhaps it was something else. Though once she was composed she turned back around.
"Ah... Sorry about that. Your life is your own, you're young, so long as you don't monumentally screw it up you have a lot ahead of you. Live large, do what you gotta do, have fun while you're at it. The bright side of being in your circumstance is that while you came from a Noble family, you're now free to wander the land and do as you please. At least, as far as your job lets you. Golden Dawn is probably the worst when it comes to being empathetic with its' members. Perfectionists, when the sheer attempt to achieve perfection is a flaw in itself. I gotta write that one down." She said, a laugh coming out from her as she rubbed the back of her neck.
Turning towards the Civilians who had mostly recovered, she tilted her head towards the path leading back to town. "You all ready to head back? Someones waiting for you all, I'm sure they're praying for your safe return. Wouldn't want to play with their emotions now." She said as she turned with a pivot of the heel and started to wander down the path. They would have some time yet to chat as they walked back, especially now that all of the people had seemingly recovered and were able to walk on their own.
Post by Athan Ravencrest on Jun 14, 2020 20:24:56 GMT -5
Athan Listened to Titania as she spoke, much like she had done for the boy. Sitting now as he listened to the words she spoke. She was definitely much different than the boy, mostly in maturity but she spoke truth, just as she finished continuing what was a fairly long winded conversation between the two she addressed the people they were supposed to be taking care of. The injured had mostly healed in the time talking and had managed to become mostly capable of at least stumbling along, so the group began to make their way back to where they had come from. At first all Athan could do was think about the lady in front of him. In his mind it took forever but in person it was a minute or two.
Athan had yet to talk to anyone like this girl yet in almost his whole life. There weren't many people that Athan himself had met that could keep up with the massive amounts of talking he loved to engage in. And of course when other people did talk a lot to the boy it was generally other nobles or his family talking down to him or lecturing him in one way or another. So for once in his life Athan felt he had finally managed to have a decent conversation, even if it was about things he had never really planned to talk about, not that he cared of course. He just wanted to meet strong people and have fun, learn and live.
“Must be nice,” Athan said, thinking about the dismissal of ability. “But, I know I don't need to tell you everything but sometimes it's nice to let it out. Not many will even listen. But yes all monsters are monsters, even us elves or humans fall into that, it's part of how I live life. Knowing anyone is capable of being a monster but only deciding to kill those who are deemed as such and attempting to let those who are not, prosper. And thanks for the advice on not telling people, but you have made an impression on me, and you didn't seem like someone who would snap my neck at the moment of hearing it. Seems I was right, but it is indeed a tough situation sometimes. But I just wanna live my own life like you said ya know, I wanna be strong and free but I still want to help people, my family included. Though there is a part that knows joining Golden Dawn may hinder my chance at true freedom, I am unphased by it for now.” Athan said all this as they had all begun walking away, he was happy to be able to talk openly for once.
Though there was something about the lady that intimidated the boy slightly it wasn't necessarily fear. She seemed like a person who would be able to take the boy off track. While nothing he had said was a lie, there was some manipulation. He did want freedom, but at the same time he knew there was very little chance he would ever get it. If it ever came down to him trying to gain complete freedom and ruining the very name he was born with he assumed major consequences would take place. He only assumed. The boy had potential but he was nowhere near strong enough to simply give up the mission handed to him as a child, he had to fulfill that. But something about Titania and the way she shrugged off nobelism almost and essentially lived a life as a free bird was admirable, she was a bull after all so it only made sense.
Now staring into the night sky however Athan could only dream of what try freedom would be at some point in life, traveling the world and killing anything that ever portrayed evil in its heart. While it was still an attachment to who he was, and his mission, it was free in the boys eyes.
