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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Why was Rivi having to deal with these annoying piss ants? Was she so low on the totem pole that the local leaders thought she would just gladly be the watch out for these losers? No that was not the right way of thinking in general the leaders just knew that the second anyone stepped out of line that Rivi would gladly put them into their place whether they were weaker or stronger. Rivi wasn’t a godly fighter or extragevent taciturn, She simply was someone who had no issue taking hit and bringing her own squad of Golems with her in disadvantageous situations. After all most rogue gangs only dealt with small gatherings of other rogues or criminals very rarely did they gather if massive groups like Rivi was able of summoning to fight with her. Her golems made her a literal walking army and she made sure that when she wasn’t using her army that her Blood magic made a name for itself also. For some reason people no matter where she went were overly scared of anything involving blood even if it could be used as an element that a grimoire chose. “Stupid Over superstitious people.” Though she knew that it had simply helped her own reputation by using such magic anyways because of those stupid legends.
He didn't know if he'd every escape that hag filled forest, but glad he did. With the sun setting and the rest of his journey home on his mind, he didn't plan to make any unneeded stops. But there was a grumbling from his tummy. Seeing the town in the distance he had to just stop by and see if he could get anything. Forgetting to eat and low on yul there were no options other than to take what was good. But there was a dilemma with this very specific town once he stepped onto the uneven road; from how run down the buildings were and vacant streets anything good wouldn't be found here. Just looking around you could tell it was frequented by nothing more than bandits. "If only, if only, I caught that fish."
The vacancy soon stopped the deeper he entered, the street he was on had a few food stands. But, examining the produce he saw none of it was fresh. He didn't eat meat, only fish, so that stuff no matter the quality wasn't of any good to him. He saw the cabbage stand, it stood out the most. He could, if he wanted, purchase one and eat it whole. Sadly, the sight of decay turned his stomach. Rubbing his magnificent beard and turning his face, he just wandered. If he was on the road he wouldn't mind traveling under moonlight and stars, but since he was in town already there was no point in doing so. "Oh."
Peaking his interest was the sight of bandits, as they acted like them, looting some store that had a beat up sign. He couldn't even make it out what it was called. The poor robbing the poor was the funniest of sights, but maybe they killed the owner or beat him. And staying somewhere rent free was better than wasting the few yuls he had. At the moment he wouldn't do nothing to stop them. There were a lot of unknowns with everything going on. Sitting and watching was the best someone like him could do. Being so big, around 6'2, someone could mistake him as someone that'd leap in and stop them. When that was not the case at all. Honestly, if he saw anything interesting he'd join them.
