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.
winter, circa 732
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Post by Apollo Somerset on Jul 12, 2020 22:16:28 GMT -5
Apollo held a tight grip on the fliers in his lap as a breeze blew by. He was so used to the wind being an ally he had forgotten how annoying it could be at times. He had worked hard on the pieces of paper in his hand and they could all blow away in an instant if he wasn't careful.
However, the thought of his travels soon being over brought his mood up. Apollo rolled forward towards the final billboard on his route for the day. He was in Nairn and there was still more left to go, but he was getting tired. He'd decided that this would be the last one so that he could go home to rest.
Apollo took a small box of tacks from his pocket and took out four before putting it back in its place. He waited for a breeze to roll by for his chance. As soon as it was done he quickly put the flier up and tacked it in place. He made sure to put the tacks in a place where the tabs at the bottom could still be ripped off without a problem. The flier itself had his information of course, but it's always nice to provide someone with a physical reminder.
Apollo's hands didn't leave the stack for long however as he swiftly grabbed them again before they could fly away. Everything had gone just as planned! He rolled back a couple of feet to examine his work. It was visible and didn't seem to move when the wind blew. Perfect! He could finally rest! He rolled backward a few more feet before beginning to turn away from the board.
Post by Augustus Ravencrest on Jul 13, 2020 1:29:41 GMT -5
Augustus was looking around Nairn, having been visiting the place since he had become a Priest. From what he had heard, there was a cloister of Priests and Nuns that stayed within the town itself. It was said that the town itself held one of the largest churches within the Clover Kingdom, and Augustus had just found an excuse to try and study the place. While Raque had a large church, Nairn's was older, and definitely held more history. And truly, for the young Ravencrest noble, history mattered.
It was then that he found himself looking at a young man who seemed to be putting up flyers. How curious.
"Young man, I was wondering what those flyers are for?" He would suddenly ask, his curiosity was piqued. He had never seen anyone actually putting up flyers before, especially not here in Nairn. It was not a market town after all, and was more dominated with the church than anything.
Post by Apollo Somerset on Jul 13, 2020 2:05:08 GMT -5
As he was turning away Apollo heard a male's voice not too far from him. He froze for a second before sitting up straight and folding his hands on the fliers in his lap. His chair moved backward, then forward, then backward again in a triangle formation until he faced the curious boy. Whoever he was he didn't seem to be a Magic Knight, but strength comes in all forms after all.
Apollo rolled forward and held out his right hand towards Augustus. “Hello. My name is Apollo Somerset and I'm from the Coral Peacocks. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Whether or not Augustus accepted his handshake or not he'd hand him a flier. “Please take one. I've got plenty.”
After he was done speaking, and Augustus' introduction if he chose to give one, he'd rolled a few feet away from the other boy. As he did so he returned his hand to its former position on his lap. “I'm looking for a few people to assist me with my upcoming expeditions. I'm working on writing a book and need to research the dungeons as much as possible. The flier is an ad with information on how to contact me about the position. It has some information about myself as well. Any are welcome to apply.”
The flier did indeed have what Apollo said it did. It would give the address of the estate as well as the Coral Peacock base. It gave a brief description of the goal of his book. To map out dungeons and give a guide to the citizens of the Clover Kingdom so they're able to complete them easier. It also gave a brief description of the types of magic, as well as his element, he used.
“If you have any questions I can usually be found at the locations listed on the flier, or you may send a letter if you prefer. I'd like to be able to talk about this more at length, but unfortunately, I'm in a rush.”
Apollo would trade any pleasantries needed and at the end would say a quick, “I look forward to hearing from you in the future”, before rolling away towards home.
Post by Augustus Ravencrest on Jul 13, 2020 2:13:56 GMT -5
Augustus would listen to the spiel of the young man. Interesting indeed! An expedition! Augustus had just been through one of the few sailing expedition recently involving the famed captain, Verona de la Rouge, and it had been quite an experience. Of course, he would not tell the young man just how much trouble they had encountered during the whole trip, but he had learned quite a bit regardless.
There was also the fact that the young man's last name sounded very familiar. Somerset. He must have heard it from somewhere, he was sure of it! But for some reason, he could not wrack his mind as to where he had heard it from. It must be a nobility, especially since the man had an estate. How curious indeed...
He would then realize that the young man had wheeled himself away. Augustus would wave goodbye and say thank you, before keeping the flyer in his pocket.
And then he was off once more. The taters in the Church of Nairn was waiting for him, after all, and he was really hungry after the long trip.