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Waking up fairly early in the morning, Griswold got out of his bed and wandered across the upstairs hallway. Moving along the doors of the people he had saved two days ago, the guards stationed by their doors were still doing a fine job of not letting anyone in, as well as checking up on the people they were supposed to be protecting. So he would not need to actually go into their room in order to check up on them personally, he asked the guards about an update every so often, by which way he came to figure out that they were quickly doing better by now. Getting enough sleep, drinking a lot of water and slowly eating more and more by the day, it seemed like they would soon be able to go home to wherever it was that they came from. At that point, he would also be able to check out of the Inn himself, being able to leave Kiten and go back to doing his job as a magic knight.
All things considered, he could have already left the place behind as the family was being well taken care of, and at this point, he was just behaving like some kind of out of place bodyguard. But something about everything that had happened in the ruins that housed the crypt of the elven lord Anneamdil just stuck with him. It did not really happen much like how things had happened there, what with two grave robbers disturbing a tomb by stealing an ancient staff, triggering a curse that made dead in the crypt rise from the dead, realizing this world was no longer like they left it and throwing them into fits of extreme rage. More so, these two men had gone as far as sending in a family of people that were just camping in the hills down into the crypt, where they had been taken hostage by wraiths and banshees, not knowing whether their life would end down there or if they would ever get to see their youngest daughter, as well as the light and the warmth of the sun again.
Just as he thought about it, he could hear quickly paced footsteps coming down the staircase. Even before she appeared, Griswold already knew exactly who it was as young Mira ventured into the dining hall area of the Inn. Running up to him, she took a seat by the table next to him, staring up with a big smile that showed several of her missing teeth. It was only normal for kids that age to switch out of their kiddy teeth and into their grown up teeth, though it still made for a rather funny sight. Placing his head on top of her head and ruffling her hair a bit, he looked over to the bar.
“Barkeep, I’ll have two glasses of ice cold milk.”
Even though he had originally been raised in an elven enclave deep within the fringe, recent years had turned him into a bit of a farm boy. Living on an actual farmland with three other people would do that to you. With the little kid sitting next to him, Griswold pondered for a moment on what things might be like back there, what with him no longer being around on account of being a magic knight now. Last month, he had been able to send the majority of his first paycheck back to the Cromwell farm, allowing them to fix or replace the stuff they might need for the farm to thrive. His dream had been for the Cromwells to be able to expand the farm and get more stuff such as vegetable patches and livestock so they would be able to employ some of the townsfolk. That way, both the farm and the peasants living in the nearby town would benefit from the work that he was doing, which was his way of repaying them for all that they had done for him in the past three years prior to becoming a knight of the Crimson Lions.
The funny part about him being a magic knight, or a Crimson Lion for that part, was that he never dressed like a magic knight at all. There was exactly zero representation as he believed it to be far easier to maneuver among the populace when they did not need to feel like someone was watching their every move, breathing down their necks. Even though that was never exactly what he was doing, there was no denying the fact that he could and often did exactly that. With hearing like his, he could always keep track of other people’s conversations, which was quite the useful tool when trying to uncover information without having to approach and ask said person for it. When the barkeep approached the table and placed two cold pitchers of milk in front of him, Griswold put one in front of the young girl before taking a large sip. No matter the situation, he could always do with a nice glass of cold milk as it reminded him of the good times back home. And in recent times, he frequently wished to return to the good old days.
In the past two months alone, which were coincidentally also his first two months of being an actual magic knight had been filled with a lot of situations that had been hard to swallow. What had started out as a rather simple entry into a new career after beating a plant magic user during his entrance exam and getting picked to become a Crimson Lion quickly went downhill. What with having to relocate or kill several packs of wolves, having to venture into cursed woodlands that explained why so many animals had to relocate into human infested terrain, as well as being put together with another mage that killed more wolves than he could count in an instant. It was so sad to him, just thinking about how many people were in the force that did not care about life and nature, only doing whatever they were ordered to do by their superiors and following it said orders to a T. But that was just the start, that was just the first week.
During the next month, he got to witness the brutality that came with the job as he was there to see how a psychopathic stranger destroyed a small business and tore the owner apart, only for the two of them to come to blows before she got smashed apart by a blade of light belonging to his vice-captain. He was there to see how well over a dozen goblins, sentient creatures, got torn apart and murdered by golems belonging to a noble. He had seen how humans were stupid enough to attempt a botched summoning ritual, giving birth to a whole lot of ghouls that murdered, violated and ate the remains of those that had mistakenly created them. And finally, to sum things up, he had to fix a mistake made by two grave robbers who were willing to throw a family of humans away for the sake of their own greed, not to mention ruining the afterlife experience for a whole family of ancient elves. So when he thought back at all that, it was not that hard to believe that he frequently wished to go back to his simpler life as a farmhand.
“What are you thinking about mister?”
Shaking out of his daydreaming session, Griswold stopped pondering and looked down at the girl, who now had not only a bunch of gaps in her dentures, but also possessed a white milk mustache on her upper lip. Strange as it might be, it was because of kids like Mira, as well as her parents that were currently recuperating upstairs that he felt the strength he needed to get up in the morning. To put his clothes on during the early hours of the day in order to go about the common and forsaken regions of the clover kingdom to actively seek out trouble and eradicate it at the source. As he could clearly not tell the kid about any of the things he had been thinking of earlier, he figured a little white lie would not be all that bad.
“Nothing much kid, just thinking about what we should be eating tonight.”
Throughout recent events, Yugo had grown accustomed to difficulty in anything he tried to do. He had taken time to research and explore as he tried to piece together everything that was going on. How had he been the worst possible mage to have participated in what had been happening. Against these monsters called daemons he was like an infant. He was beyond tired of losing, but truthfully he had no way to stop them. No matter how hard he seemed to train, he did not ever seem to improve beyond a certain level. And yet despite every defeat he has suffered, something would not allow him to sit idly back and let his superiors do the work without him.
Following what happened with his father Zaven, and the near death encounter alongside ardere had been tough enough, but now that he had everything else going on he would find that he could only feel comfertable while out and exploring for more information. He wondered why as he arrived finally infront of an old and very busy inn. This is where the man he was looking for was said to be, resting a well earned time before returning to the main forces of the magic knights. He had learned of the man rather quickly went raven letters were sent out to tell the people the town was safe. Despite it being nothing major the news spread quick of a goblin infested ruin having been discovered and emptied by a member of the crimson lions, along with various other issues being fixed.
“if anyone knows their way around there, it would be him. I just hope our third arrives.” he had sent out a request through the magic knight system to obtain a third member jsut to cover any issues that may happen and now he hoped they would arrive sooner rather then later. He opened the door and stepped inside. The people looked at him and he blushed a bit before clearing his throat. “I am looking for a Griswold? A Magic Knight of the Crimson Lions?”
Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on May 2, 2021 0:35:11 GMT -5
There wasn't much in the young azure deers life for anything but work. Becoming a magic knight had been their lifelong goal, so of course working hard wouldn't slow down after being accepted as one. He didn't know how to take breaks, not very well really. What help was food when none of it had flavor for the tongue? Or drinks when the throat can only feel the loss or gain of hydration throughout the body? Every good person he met in missions he never really bonded with outside of them. The only person he did really do that hadn't been in their sights for a long time now. Each passing day made the Cobborn that much more worried that he may never see the person ever again. The life of a magic knight wasn't nearly as difficult as he had been expecting, but it did have strange consequences on him. It was like he could feel touch again and finally notice the silence inside was actually full of quite a bit. Somehow being a magic knight had started to make him not want to 'settle' in a low rank like the young man had originally expected to happen. There was an ever increasing desire to reach past the limits he had set for himself. The fears he had of dying due to offending a noble along the way seemed to be shrinking the longer the peachy haired person was an azure deer.
This wasn't really an expected turn, but there was no way to reverse any of this. There might be a way to at least push it back or stall it, but would that even work? He had to try. An internal heat finally turning on after being without for so long would be bad. If it kept going on like this, then he might have to actually look inwards one day. The darkness behind a sunrise is always a long pitch black night that many near either never think about or just don't think about it ever having existed. Joseph was fully functioning adult, he had grown and healed past the point of where the past would get in his way. But if forced to confront it? Of course it would get in anyones way. But that wont happen so long as he doesn't go to talk to his family. It could be pushed off indefinitely, though there was a sinking feeling in the bottom or their heart that said that wouldn't be how things unfold. But this would hopefully be years from now. Today had nothing to do with anything like that, just like most days. This was something that every bit of him enjoyed, one of the reasons that he tried to fill his every day with it. Completing work as a magic knight was a wonderful thing, each mission making him feel like he had helped the kingdom in some way. It really was one of the best sort of feelings to be a magic knight.
Being in their faction gave the peachy colored individual a better feel of what family was supposed to be like than anything else ever had. A sense of belonging and kinship that kept the spirit in the air. It was nice working with others to help make the world better, safer. Maybe with enough work they can undo the damage of distrust Kikka had caused within civilians. That distrust, the damage it had caused already and kept causing... Well, it likely wasn't going down by much at all anytime soon. But now he was in Kiten, an easy enough location to get to. Then again, everywhere was easier to get to through the azure deer bases location. His steps towards the location were as silent as when he stepped inside. Cobborn was good at being stealthy by hiding in plain sight. He looked like a normal commoner from a family of musicians, from the long hair being tied out of the way to the simple button up shirt and lithe figure that suggested if he played an instrument that it must be a small one, or through magic. He had glasses, so he wasn't at the very bottom of poverty. Those that low tended to have a harder time getting things they needed like that. The glasses and clothes also doubled for helping him look due eyed and innocent. Who would ever expect the innocent peachy pink big eyed man?
Except pink was just a pale red. Even his hair color would look like it was lit on fire with its coloration if it was deeper in color, or glittered less in the light. The pale yellow that glittered on ever strand of hair touched by light was good at covering up the deep orange color. The cloak he had on had an azure deer crest on it, but on a patch of fabric that was easy to move in and out of sight. At the moment it was buttoned up under his cloak and out of sight. Instead of the azure deer powder blue, this cloak was a tan brown, a common color for lower class clothing. His spear was a relic, but looked like a plain spear made of peach wood. It sat under his cloak, tucked away like most would. Under his plain pants were his greaves, another relic. Hidden under their plain clothes, grace of the fallen was another item of theirs. The only thing that would have had a chance of standing out was the bracelet on one of their wrists. Starlit Fallens opal was certainly a showy piece, but the warm skinned person had long sleeves that covered the wrists and a portion of the hand. If they were meeting in a bar at an inn, it might be teaming with some useful information. It was good to be careful, just in case. But it didn't take much time to realize someone near the doorway was certainly bringing a lot of attention to themselves.
Though the Deer had arrived after the pale haired person, it was still easy enough to tell this person was one of the two he was here for. Well, this was fine too. The young man let out a bit of a sigh, this was the second forward acting silver eagle the man had met. They walked over towards the forward white haired individual. “Hello there, I'm Joseph. You'll stand out too much by just standing here stiffly, why don't you sit for a small spell before everything?” Among other things, but being or looking overly formal in a place like this certainly stood out a lot. He would rather get to the job fast, but he didn't want this person to possibly get themselves hurt in the future. This felt like what you would do in a bar if you were looking for trouble. At least those words had made it feel like some of the eyes had left that person, but definitely not all of them. What was said before he came in? ~I hope he didn't do anything that would get him in trouble before I got here.~ Their hands signed these words, not expecting anyone here to understand or care about the hand gestures. Most assumed it was a weird mute person thing, or just random hand gestures. Most didn't care to learn sign language, which was one of the reasons it became a habit to use sign language to speak his thoughts. Like most habits, it wasn't something he could easily remove.
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The symbol ~ will be used in the post to reference when sign language is being used. Items on his person: Just Peachy, Grace of The Fallen, and Starlit Fallen
Talking to the girl about what they should be having for dinner today, Griswold was having a fair amount of fun dealing with the kid. They had been through quite a lot of trouble together after all, and the fact that she had bounced back so quickly after the things she had seen and the long distance she had ran just to find help for her family had been nothing short of astounding. Had it not been for the kid making her way from the scene of the event all the way over to Kiten, her family would never have been rescued by the magic knight that just happened to be present. It was funny how things could turn out like that from time to time, though that was also exactly the reason why he had started patrolling regions such as these, as well as the forsaken region. The way he saw it, nobles were capable enough at taking care of themselves, they were born ahead of the curve after all. And when he said ahead of the curve, he meant ahead of everything in every single way, as that was just the way in which this caste based country worked.
Living in the most well protected region of the country with several of the largest and strongest magic squads around, not to mention the wizard king being relatively close by, there was really no reason for them to need constant patrols. After all, they were born with greater levels of mana and an affinity towards magic that most of the commoners did not have, let alone the peasants. Feeling like that was reason enough for him to patrol the poorer districts of the country, Griswold found that there was really no end to the amount of adventures one might get hitched on while out in the countryside. Between Goblins, Wargs, Hags and other kinds of creatures roaming about, there were also the bandits, raiders and highwaymen popping up here and there, though they were almost as rare as the trolls he had encountered only once. There were plenty of times where he felt as if he should write a book detailing all of his adventures and encounters, as it would likely be a smashing hit down south in the noble region of the country.
Believing there would likely be some publisher out there with too much money or a gullible attitude, there was no doubt that he could get things published and make a decent living off of it. That said though, with how busy his life was right now, there was no way he would even find the time to go out and purchase paper and a pencil, let alone sit down for extended periods of time in which he could actually write a coherent story. Regardless, it was something to ponder on some other time, as a new situation presented itself that needed his full attention. When a person wandered into the Inn while making it relatively clear that he was looking for Griswold, he rose a brow without really making much noise or making any gestures that would attract attention to him. He had been in similar situations before, though never with people that knew him by name. Wondering as to what he should make of this, it was clear that all he had was a name as he did not know what he looked like. That at least was a good thing, or so he thought as he turned his attention back to the young girl.
“Why don’t you finish your drink and check up on your parents. Maybe your brother will be awake by now too, so he’ll likely be looking for someone to talk to who isn’t your sister. Run along now.”
Feeling like it would be the wise thing to send the girl upstairs in case these people wanted something from him, he was not directly fooled by people wearing magic knights coats or not. After all, plenty of knights died out in the field, leaving their gear up for grabs for whatever looter might get in on such a find. And with the criminal underbelly always looking for interesting things to buy and fence to the highest bidder, there were likely those who used magic knight coats as a means of hiding their illegal activities. Though he wasn’t normally this on edge, the fact that he had dealt with grave robbers who had spoken about having found a buyer for the staff they had stolen, the people who had infiltrated Kiten in order to find out more about the whereabouts of said robbers and their promised staff and the person that sent them, it was safe to say that he had a rather valid reason. For now though, he chose to let the two in on the fact that he was the person the guy was looking for.
“I believe you would be looking for me. Which begs the question as to why that is, as well as how you even know my name to begin with. Therefore, I imagine it would be best if you were to take a seat and spill the beans.”
Using his feet to kick against a chairs and shove it far enough away from the table that the guy would take notice of it, and would know that it was for him to take place in, he looked them over for a bit. As far as he could tell, he did not exactly look all that threatening, though appearances could be deceiving, something he had learned time and again to be true. Though that was exactly why he would allow the guy to sit at the same table as him, as it would make it that much easier for him to incinerate the him if he turned out to be hostile after all. Truth be told however, he would have much preferred it if he were actually just a regular magic knight, as he would hate to be part of yet another tragic event related to the family resting upstairs. They really could not use having the Inn they were resting on catching on fire, so if at all possible, Griswold would very much like to refrain from it.
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Yugo looked around the room, his blue eyes were tinged with a shadowy violet after his encounter with the spider Daemon. He hadnt been made aware of it by anyone, and did not notice that occasionally it moved like a shadow would. He surveyed the room and looked at each of the faces, all of them seemed like good decent towns folk. But his eyes were quickly turned to the individual who entered after him. He looked like a traveling bard, but Yugo felt a strangeness coming from him. Was that his confidence? Even looking at him, Yugo could tell the man infront of him was at least sure enough of himself to register as someone worth keeping an eye out for.
But as the man spoke, he realized he must have been the assistance he sent for. He couldn’t help but smile and turn to fully face the individual as he spoke. He listene and watched, taking in everything he could without taking a closer look. He heard his words and then after a moment he saw his fingers move. He recognized the motioned and his smile grew a bit wider, but not much so. “Greetings Joseph. My name is Yugo Beaulieu. Rest assured, I understand that I stand out. Magic Knights are meant to be seen, so that the people know their safe. The only group that doesnt apply to is the Purple Orcas.” he smiled and when the man was looking at him he signed politely: “Its good to see a man who knows how to speak silently. Are you a Purple Orca?”
He would wait for the mans response, a small twing of joy welled up in his chest, but before he could let it out he had to stuff it back down as suddenly a chair was moved toward him in an obvious way. He turned to look and realized just what kind of man he was looking at with just one look. Griswold was a strong man. He was a smart man. Those two things alone made him far more dangerous then any mana beast one was normally likely to find. But Yugo had the strange feeling that while Joseph had Confidence, Griswold had Trauma. While not the same, Yugo saw his own trauma in the mans eyes, how much death had he seen?
Most magic knights didn’t leave the main areas because truth be told, they were scared to. The world outside the walls was dangerous. It was a place where monsters roamed, and devils plotted. He grabbed the chair as he walked steadfast and sure to ward the table. He lifted it up so it didn’t scrap and set it down softly. It was obvious everything Yugo did was gentle, as if he had to make sure not to hurt himself with his movements. He wasn’t confident though, and it was clear the softness was from well placed fear to anyone who was a skilled person reader.
Yugo smiled softly. “We are in fact looking for you. To be accurate, I am. My name is Yugo Beaulieu and I have need to explore the ruins you recently cleared. Rumors have spread quickly of you from traveling merchants and loose lipped towns folks." he would make sure to answer his question as best as possible "Keep in mind this isnt for the Magic Knights, So ill understand you not taking it. But I Assure you, if you and the other member I asked to join us, Joseph.” he would motion to him. “Then when we are a distance from town I can fully explain what we are looking for. However, while it may not be a Magic Knight appointed job, I assure you it is important we do this.”
He didn’t waste any time getting right to business. He could tell playing around with Griswold would cause issues. Yugo only hoped the two could be trusted. Otherwise, he would have made a huge mistake. It was why he had taken such precaustion to just ask for additional support for Patrol, instead of giving details so as to throw off any potential information leaks.
Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on May 8, 2021 17:47:22 GMT -5
With how the short haired blond man reacted, it seemed the white haired person had called their name out. It would make sense they would react in such a way and people would stare then. Such tactics were commonly used in bars to pick fights if you don't know the person, or to indicate there was trouble coming. This stranger seemed to either not know much about socializing, or not much about socializing outside of with nobility or servants. ~This person doesn't know the first thing about information gathering and is too quick to assume things. It feels like he'll get himself hurt if I leave them alone.~ This came from the young mans hands before anything else. It was one of his quirks that typically didn't effect a situation, as typically others couldn't understand what was being silently spoken. Josephs thoughts would commonly spill from the fingers, quietly chattering as it helped their mind take in information. While useful for figuring out what to do, it also had the chance of saying a lot more than he would otherwise like be known about what was being thought out. ~Sorry, I tend to think things out loud.~ Was that out loud? Well, as loud as the mans thoughts tended to get. It wasn't something with sound, but still existed as words and thoughts with real feelings behind them.
The dark orange haired man wasn't invited to sit because they weren't acting suspicious, but the azure deer still stepped over towards a free chair at that table. The peachy haired person moved the chair out himself before sitting down himself. Be it they liked it or not, he was now part of whatever was going on here. His words were quiet, he didn't want to go through the trouble of dressing like this for it to be for nothing. Having anyone that was not on the table hear him might make gathering information that much harder, if it wasn't already at this point. “If you're going to write a magic knight headquarters for help, then remember to read all follow ups beforehand. I'm not sure how other squads do things, but a proper azure deer always makes sure we have all the proper information before leaving. Also, I get having pride in your squad. I think every magic knight should have that, but only someone with no experience in gathering information would think that would help them. There are many innocent people who don't like giving officials information, not just criminals. Inns with taverns like this serve non alcoholic and alcoholic drinks, and meals. This lets every inn patron buy things and hang around and is wonderful for getting information if you aren't standing out. Also, standing in the doorway like that makes you stand out too much.”
So far Joseph had been lucky enough to be able to hide his lack of inexperience through the experience of others around him and they not being able to spot something off with him, or just not having the interest to look. This was the first time the pink eyed person had to out himself so thoroughly. It wasn't anything to someone who didn't know how to spot it, but he didn't know anything about the third man here. “I'm Joseph Cobborn. I would be good for making sure everyone can communicate and of course I can have a map up of the area at all times, but I don't have any attack spells.” The idea of him being a body guard was out of the question. There was no doubt the young man was going to help, it was his duty to help. Also the aura this white haired person had made the peachy orange haired person worry that the guy might get attacked for looking and acting like such an easy mark without being able to blend into anything. If Cobborn had the ability to taste, their hands would likely be on a mild drink to kill the painful buzzing in the mind a bit. The magic knight wanted to calm the emotions in him, but it was harder to with someone who could understand sign language there. The trick so often used to do the trick wasn't even available for him because Yugo would actually know what he was saying.
It was nice to have someone else there who could speak sign language. ~This is my first language, spoken is my second. I don't run into those who can sign that often. It would help us help you for to know what you are looking for and why.~ There would be no suspicion tossed around, this was still a fellow magic knight they were dealing with. Helping find something that could be literally anything was certainly not the most ideal situation. What was worse? The man couldn't really refuse to go at this point. If a fellow magic knight needed help, of course he had to help where they could. It would be impossible to not help. But is it even an item, or a plant, a person? With how Beaulieu spoke, it was more than likely a specific item. A plant would be searched for before there was even a need to clear trouble, but an item could pop up at any time. That wasn't exactly helpful though. It could be big, small, wearable, possible to pocket, and so on and so forth. Would it even be a certain thing that Yugo would spot it for sure if it was there? Would it even stand out? Then again if someone like this was so willing to do so many new things for the sake of looking for something, despite the risk, then maybe he should trust that it would be found if it was at the location. Even after realizing this though, he still wasn't all that happy with things so far.
“As long as we are still here, we should probably all say anything useful about our magical or physical skills that are good to know before going. That would help planning and dealing with any sort of sudden situations. My magic is carbon matter with a sound elemental oddity. My grimiores rank is intermediate. My magic specializations is sensory, healing, and transformation. My main physical skills involve blending in and gathering information from people and books.” This was the first time he spoke about himself in an introductory way that didn't involve a warning. It was kind of nice.
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The symbol ~ will be used in the post to reference when sign language is being used. Items on his person: Just Peachy, Grace of The Fallen, and Starlit Fallen
By the time this Yugo person began spilling the beans, another guy that had wandered into the tavern also took a seat by their table. While the white haired guy was sharing his story for looking him up here in Kiten, Griswold’s eyes were locked on the one with the orange hair. Even as he kept hearing him out, there was something odd about the guy just sitting down at his table without a proper invitation. Keeping his gaze on him until Yugo finished explaining exactly why he had come to find the crimson lion, he turned his attention away from him and just picked up his mug to take a big gulp of his ice cold milk. While he would not have had any objections towards drinking a pint of ale instead right about now, the fact that he was still technically babysitting a child and her family meant that he would need to keep behaving for the time being. This also meant not starting anything in the tavern itself, though that much depended on how things went from this point on.
“Alright… well let me tell you exactly where you miscalculated in those statements. And trust me, you made a surprisingly large amount of those in a relatively short amount of time, so give me a moment to deal with them all one by one.”
Why the guy wanted to go into the same ruin Griswold has come from, he didn’t know, though he knew that there was nothing for him to gain there. When he had returned the staff of the ancient elven lord back to the pedestal it had been resting on for centuries prior to being stolen, the curse had been lifted and the spirit of Anneamdil had used his magic to collapse the ceiling of the crypt so no one might ever attempt to retrieve the staff and bring about the curse a second time. If they were to go into that particular ruin again, all they would really end up finding would be the main room that would normally lead towards a passageway heading down into the crypts. But seeing as how that one had been utterly destroyed and Griswold could not pass through soil even if he wanted to, there was no reason to go there. Leaving out a bit of valuable information, he did not think anyone would need to disturb the rest of the ancient elves a second time.
“First of all, you really don’t want to go into the ruins I’ve been into, all that’s left of that particular one is basically just a large and poorly lit reception area. The crypt area beneath it has been entirely covered under several tons of sand, stone and rock, so I doubt you’ll find what you’re looking for in that particular location. That is, unless your goal was to go about robbing the grave of some long dead elven nobles, which in and of itself would be a rather disgusting thing to do if you ask me.”
Because they did not seem like the type to go about digging up graves, both the orange and white haired guys, seeing as the two had actually came together after all, one could never be too sure. Something regarding books and their covers. If their goal was to actually do so after all, he would use every bit of power he had at his disposal to keep them from doing such a vile thing, especially since he had felt some kind of a connection to the elven family he had rescued from their accursed fate. Trying to angle the conversation into a different direction entirely, he could only imagine that it might be somewhat more useful to the two. Just because one ruin had more or less collapsed did not mean that there were not plenty of others in the area, many of which had never even been located before due to the fact that they had been hidden for untold periods of time.
While some would have their roof barely hidden by an inch of dirt and some grass, meaning all it would take to get to it would be a spade and some muscle, there were also those that had been buried much deeper due to the fact that the surrounding buildings were taller. It was a good thing that Kiten had been built quite a distance away from the foothills where the ruins were located, as there was really no telling just how far they might stretch. Luckily, most people did not really worry themselves with things such as these all too much, aside from your average grave robber and maybe a bunch of archaeologists, but with all the things that had been going on in the country lately, it seemed that uncovered ancient and forgotten ruins was not that high on the list of people’s priorities. And for good reason. As such, the fact that two magic knights had taken the time to come here and not be out doing their job was fairly strange.
“There are however a lot of other ruins in the area, though many of them are incredibly hard to find. Some are linked to other ruins that are less hard to find, having their entrances barred with fallen columns or defective ceilings, meaning it could take a bit of delving. Others are completely unaffiliated with the remnants you might see scattered about the foothills, and have been hidden underground for a reason. They’re the ones that haven’t been looted yet, and also the most dangerous ones out there.”
Given how he had managed to find the building that housed the crypt of a noble family, he imagined he might be able to find more of them in the area, not to mention that he might even be able to find a plethora of other ruins related to the town or city they were built in. Because of how long ago it had been since the ancient elves lived in that place, which was likely hundreds of years before Kiten had even been built, Griswold had reason to believe that beneath the earth there would likely be some kind of city-like layout. So even if many of the buildings had likely been destroyed and crushed after years of being beneath the earth, elven architecture was seemingly built to last and endure far more than your average human masonry. So with that thought kept in mind, he truly wondered just what they might find if they searched hard enough for the right place to breach. Before he could really get into that any more, he felt it appropriate to respond to the other guy and his inquiries.
“When you said you could “have a map up”, does that mean an actual map or does that mean you can use your magic in order to map out a specific space. I’ve once seen someone use a rather crude manner of magic that created a layout of the area, which I imagine might be quite useful when it comes to finding out what exactly might be right beneath our feet. It would certainly save you a lot of pointless digging.”
As things were, he was not exactly looking forward to bringing a bunch of shovels and just digging in random locations, as that just felt like a whole lot of work for a surprisingly small amount of results. That, and they would be there for quite some time, which was also not ideal. Still, even if they did have someone who could make an actual map of the area, they would still need him to get them there. As such, having one without the other would only get them so far, which was something he realized quite well, but would save for later on in the conversation. Hearing out the things this Joseph had to say, he more or less laid out everything he could do in great detail, which would have been really useful if this were to be an actual mission rather than some personal excursion that was likely being financed by the one with the white hair, Yugo. The more he looked him over, the more he seemed like a noble, which would make the matter of payment that much easier.
“As for what I’m good at, I’m good at incinerating stuff. And not like your average fire mage, I mean “Really” incinerate stuff before people even feel the pain of burning alive. I’d like to think it’s more humane, though there are other things I’m good at that I won’t divulge at this table. If it comes down to it, you’ll see it when it happens.”
And that was really all there was to it, what with his magic more or less being a more concentrated version of fire magic. But that was not nearly all there was to it, as he could do so much more, much of which he had not even figured out yet. But the more he got thrown into difficult and dangerous situations, the more his grimoire evolved along with him as they adapted to the situation, becoming ever stronger as they came out on top… or alive. With all of that out of the way, there was only one more agreement that had to be reached before whatever Yugo had envisioned could be carried out, at which point Griswold would need to leave the tavern and the family behind for a while. Not really foreseeing a whole lot of problems after having already gotten rid of most of them as soon as they presented themselves, there were still some guards stationed upstairs that would look after them to the best of their abilities. Finishing his glass of milk and placing the empty mug back on the table, he crossed his arms over his chest as he exhaled deeply.
“Now, time to get down to business. What are we talking about here, an hourly pay or a one time sum spread in two parts, one before and one after the job is done. I’ll take either, depending on the amount obviously.”
The young magic knight sat quietly, he had alot to take in and for the moment didn’t focus on the mans hands. He would need to learn to somehow manage both at the same time he realized, and would make a mental note as such. He was glad the man had arrived, but wished he would have asked before sitting at the table. However shortly after the larger adult began to explain the situation. The ruins he had heard of were now useless beyond the first room it seemed. A Shame, as Yugo was certain the history within the ruins may contain what he was looking for. The younger mage cursed his luck, and couldn’t help but wonder if the Daemons had planned it that way. He couldn’t put it past them, when one lives for far longer then a normal human lifespan the time to plot and scheme can be long. Yugo wondered just how long this daemon had been planning things. More over…
As he was about to get lost in his thoughts the mans final sentence finished registering, and he turned to look at the man. He had allowed himself to get caught up in the mans words and what it could mean and had almost forgotten his sense of place. He focused up and listened to the mans words. He sighed softly as he finished, contemplating everything he had heard. He turned to look at the two men equally and he spoke.
“Firstly, regardless of what happens you both will be paid, either by me if we find nothing, or by the wizard king if we find the information we are looking for, I can assure you that. If we don’t however, I will pay at the end in bulk what ever price you ask for, based on the danger and difficulty in our expedition. I wish I could give a more concrete number, but rest assured even if I die youll be paid for this expedition.” he then looked at the man named Griswold and he spoke directly. “As fun as it may be to have endless relics and historical finds to be made, I do not have the time or desire to spend in studying them despite very much wanting to. But what we are looking for is references to a very old and ancient enemy.”
Using his magic, he created a small glass plate and on the plate was a sketching of several of the Daemons he had met already, each one detailed as best as he could but despite that he still felt he could do better, he would have to create a spell for it proper later. He also included a etching of the strange diamond shaped glass contruct they were after.
“Over the last few months I have had several encounters with creatures known as Daemons, I would have perfered to share this information away from others, but theres not much use since were discussing plans already. Each time, the daemons were either in possession of, in search of, or retaliating for the lose or destruction of the strange diamond object. So far ive enountered four, but its more likely three, as one was a body and the other was a head. From the information ive found in official records, it was likely the Elves who lived in this area may have also either had dealings with, or at least knew of the Daemons in this region. I need you both to assist me in find any information we can that can protect or help us defend the Kingdom of Clover from any threat they may pose.”
He left out the part of him having been possessed by not only the darkness of the Spider Daemon his father zaven had dealt with, but also the strange otherworldly presence he had met inside the strange object when it had been destroyed in his fight alongside Ardere. He unconciously ran his hand over his upper chest, as if expecting the deadly wound to still be there, leaving his chest sprayed open and bleeding. It was only for the intervention of Ardere and his almost godly level healing that he survived.
”We will need to find undisturbed ruins, im aware the danger is greater, but also the chance of finding the information we are after is greater as well in those old ruins.” he then realized he did not answer the other mans question. “Forgive me, I am Yugo Beaulieu as I said earlier, my magic is Glass, and as such I primarily use it for Sensory and attack magic.”
Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on May 20, 2021 21:38:33 GMT -5
It seemed the one blond guy that was seeked out thought about dark things and worst case scenarios a lot so far. Did he not have much faith in their fellow magic knights? Well there might be a reason for that, so the young azure deer wouldn't try to judge them too harshly. Maybe they were just annoyed and suspicious of the entire situation, which was understandable. One of his hands moved its fingers a bit against the table. It was to try to bring their thoughts off trying to use his hands for talking again, least his thoughts spill out by accident again. He can't rely on getting lucky every time and having that person miss the words every time his fingers let out thoughts meant to be private. “Carbon matter is in almost every material, thus it is a very flexible magic type. The sounds it picks up gives me the information needed to create detailed map spells, which will make finding things easier. Don't expect any colors on the map past black and differing greys though.” How Yugo spoke was a bit grating. Someone assuming the worst in the intentions was fine when surrounded by strangers. Casually speaking about death, even after one of the members said one of their specializations was healing? He could get assuming the worst, but it felt like death should never be assumed. It was just brought up too casually.
“I only came despite you never responding to my letter that was sent after receiving yours because I became a magic knight to help the people of this country as well as the country itself. I have never had much, nor do I feel the sudden need for much at this point in my life. If a fellow magic knight needs help, then I'll help.” It was fine if others were interested in money all the time, it was a necessity in the world that couldn't be denied. Things had become a lot easier for him after becoming an azure deer. A steady paying job, a place to sleep, no worries about food. Searching for anything extra outside of that felt unneeded. Different people had other needs for a wide variety reasons though. Families are more expensive than just taking care of yourself, as one example. This didn't change that his own thoughts and feelings were very minimal in the way of yul though. The blond of the group sounded very good at fighting, which was a vital skill all in itself. It would be bad if they were going to an area that could have a lot of dangers but only one of them were proficient in battle. Should he speak about the discomforting feeling from someone speaking so flippant of their own death? Probably not. If they were all magic knights, it meant that all of them were in a dangerous profession were death could come at any job.
Even if it felt like speaking of it like that was inviting death, that was likely an emotion born of superstition. It was better to be prepared in case the worst happened anyway, even if he wasn't pleased about the talk. At least the blond sounded like someone who knew a lot about the sort of areas that the group would need to look into. In any case the azure deer wasn't sure what they were expecting for this possible mission, but deamons hadn't been up there in their mind. They would be looking for objects deamons hunt for, making the chances of running into one a likely possibility. If the items were in elvish ruins, than there's a strong chance that they were originally kept by those people away from the things. The dead cannot keep evil at bay forever, so of course eventually the living would need to eventually enter one of those places. He should say no to everything. A sane person wouldn't have any interest in running into deamons, especially after their previous dealings with them. The first time was in Kikka. Cobborn and a few others had got stuck on hangmans hill in the flooded city, stuck with a deamon that was pretending to be a human all while secretly trying to murder all of them. It was an island of corpses with their insides hanging out. The corpses had to be attacked at one point in order to get the enemies that were using them to hide on the island.
Then of course there was all those who had died within the blue rose headquarters before it crumbled into oblivion, then exploded into nothing after becoming a large heap of rubble and death. The deamons of Kikka had elicited lengthy mental torture that was meant to turn the population against the magic knights or make them. It worked, despite the city being lifted. They had won the battle, but lost the war, so to say. What was worse to see in a deamon? The obvious evils, or abuse victims that could never become good people no matter how much they wanted to? Both were bad, but one was very good at getting people on its side. Evil came in a wide array of colors, making it quite dangerous if you didn't know how to spot it. “I'll try to improve my strength so on future missions in helping with this my healing and maps may have improved proficiency. That is to say, I would like to help as much as possible in regards of retrieving and handing over those items to safer hands before demons can. Doing things any other way would be disrespectful to the dead who once existed in those ruins. Understanding the sounds of the world better would help improve my sensory abilities, but that is a sort of training that will be done off duty.” There was no way he would do that while on a mission, not fully and completely.
Was this a sign that perhaps the man wasn't right in the head? Was this the direction nature had been pointing him into this entire time? To help deal with things involving deamons? No, that would be ridiculous. It was to help others, to be a magic knight. That just so happened to sometimes include dealing with deamons in some degree. It was an inevitable thing. Those creatures, even their 'sound' was a chaos that conflicted with the harmonious yet varying sounds of the natural world.
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For however much it was actually worth, it seemed that there was at least a good sum of money to be had once this was all over and done, which motivated him to take a more active part in this whole undertaking. From what he could tell from the other two, they seemed like the kind of people that did not exactly have a whole lot of experience when it came to doing this kind of thing. And truth be told, neither did he, he had just been met with the unfortunate situation which had forced him underground into one of the ruins this Yugo guy wanted to delve into so badly. That said, it was clear that he was poorly informed, for even after he had made it clear that the one he was looking for was merely a crypt and nothing else, he still believed that it might have held the thing he sought. That, mixed with the constant talk about demons had made him somewhat weary.
“You know, you talk about demons a lot, though I remain somewhat unconvinced as to their legitimacy. With what I’ve seen people do with magic, it seems unlikely to me that those “Demons” might not just be really powerful mages living in a great delusion. That said, if you’re going to be paying me either way, we might as well head out now, and I’ll show you what I can. But trust me, the one you wanted access to, it didn’t contain what you were looking for. I’ve been in it twice and I can pretty much paint you an accurate picture as to what it looked like and what it contained within.”
Being the kind of person that was always very aware of his surroundings, having been inside of the crypt twice allowed him to do exactly what he promised he could, to lay out exactly what he had seen within, knowing that none of it was what the noble and his compatriot were after. That said, he doubted any of the ruins really had anything to say about demons as they seemed to him like mere superstition at this point. It was true that he had heard some talk about them, though he had personally not met a single person that actually spoke about demons for as far as he was aware. Sure, some mentioned that there were demons out there who were doing their very best to undermine the clover kingdom as a whole, both in terms of the royal family and the magic knights. But in truth, he was not convinced as to these “demons” just being incredibly powerful wizards that just pretended to be such things.
“Now, I can tell you two have some beef going on between you, so you might want to figure that stuff out before we go, because I’m not dealing with any kind of bickering. That is, not unless you’re throwing in an additional “bitching fee” as I call it, at which point I’d be fine with you two yapping off all day. You’re not the first I’ve charged that little extra fee… as you’d be shocked to learn how many people run their lips from start to finish.”
Being rather upfront about it, what the two magic knights had to keep in mind was the fact that this was very much a business transaction at this point. This wasn’t so much a favor between knights or anything of the sort. Had it been, Griswold would have kindly declined and would have preferred to stay here to look after the people he had saved for a little while longer. Besides, it wasn’t like the orange haired guy was in the wrong as the one with the white hair seemed rather oblivious to a lot of things. In those regards, he was very much the noble Griswold believed him to be, as they too were a lot like a horse wearing blinders at times. Running into a specific direction without seeing the things that were going on around them or even understanding that they were perhaps trotting on others as they went to their destination. Perhaps the guy was different and Griswold just thought badly of him simply for being a noble, though time would tell which type of person he was.
“So unless you wish to pay for the “bitching fee” up front, I suggest we go now before the people upstairs wake up and notice that I’m not here. I would hate for that to happen, or for the kid to be alone for too long, so I hope you brought your hiking shoes.”
With that, he rose up from his seat and wandered over to the door, not really believing that there was any reason for them to really stay around here any longer. They hadn’t come here to debate, bicker or drink, they wanted someone who could take them to the elven ruins for whatever purpose they might have for it. And seeing as that was something he could do while also seeing to it that they would not take any heirlooms or desecrate any tombs or graves with their grubby little hands, the sooner they’d get going the better. Besides, he did not want to be gone for too long while the people upstairs were still resting and not in a traveling condition. With his broom located in the corner beside the front door, he picked it up and told the bartender that he would be back before dark.
Yugo nodded hearing the mans words. He knew he was skeptical, and didn’t judge him for it. The young mage didn’t think they were real either till one killed him only to be brought back by the captain of the Crimson Lions. The comment of the other gentleman didn’t go unnoticed, and when the senior member of the group made a comment of it as well, Yugo nodded softly before turning to the third man of their party. He apologized to him and stood to bow as the others got up following Gris’s example. The young Silver Eagle spoke. “Forgive me, I had not recieved your response letter. As I said, this request wasn’t sanctioned by the Magic Knights, I am here for the benefit of the Kingdom, but they are unaware of it.” he would then turn to Gris and speak once more. “I was also under that same impression, however, the fact I died and was revived by Captain Ardere makes it clear that regardless if they are daemons or not, they are a danger to the Kingdom of Clover.”
He would follow Gris and the third man. He checked his gear as they would prepare to leave the building and after insuring he had everything he needed. He would nod to the party and then look toward Joseph and simultaniously signing as he spoke to the two of them. He was unsure if Joseph was hard of hearing, but he would make sure he could read his lips as he spoke. “From the reports ive read, your carbon matter magic is quite rare, a golden tier grimoire isnt something just anyone has. Im sorry if my inability to properly communicate with you before this caused issues.” he would continue signing as he spoke now to Griswold, but he wouldnt turn away from Joseph so he also could see his lips. “Again im sorry for the issues this may cause you. But rest assured youll be paid. How long should it take for us to reach the locations you have in mind? Im willing to pay for transport from any of the people in town if need be as well as any supplies we might need for the expedition.”
The truth of the matter was that due to the kindness of the wizard kings administration, he had been recieving his families monthy stipends after their death to allow him a safety net. He had saved up as much as he could and planned to use every cent if he had to to find the information he needed.
“If we find what I theorize is there, then money wont be an obstacle thanks to the wizard king, and even if we don’t, as I said I plan to pay regardless.” he finished signing and speaking, before signing a gentle gesture of friendship toward Joseph.
Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on Jun 15, 2021 23:25:22 GMT -5
Joseph sighed silently. He didn't even like talking, but it felt like the white haired one had made multiple mistakes. “I brought up being a magic knight as it should have taught you how important planning ahead is, doing things quickly and...” Did any of this really matter? He wasn't this persons mother. This sort of flippant attitude could get someone killed, not being sure who would or wouldn't join you, or of anything else. How can you say you can deal with anything if you can't plan ahead. “Never mind, figure it out on your own.” There was never any want to speak a lot, only to be heard when speaking. Right now it felt a bit like talking to a clueless person that was so green that the young man didn't know where the base of experience started. It had to be somewhere if they had dealt with deamons before though, right? There was likely more to him than it seemed at the moment. The azure deer needed to keep an open mind, no matter how hard it was to visualize. At the least, Yugo got lucky enough to get help from two people, neither which he verified before going here for a discussion. That silver eagles member had taken quite a few chances, but they had all come out in their favor. He wasn't sure he had any large amount of fondness for how shaky the starting point of all this was, but at least it was better than nothing.
Griswolds doubt on deamons existing was understandable. “I didn't believe in them either until meeting one in Raque, it's likely the thoughts of most rational people who haven't.” That brought visualizations in his mind, fingers having a hard time resisting movement. It was much easier resisting the voice than the hands. In the end, the pink eyed individual had to do so in order to get the visualizations out of the mind. Hopefully a certain individual wouldn't be reading the silent speak. If they were? Then it would be the orange haired mans fault for any horrific visions that may come of it. ~The high waters made Hangmans Hill into a place of isolation. It looked like a small island, only it was covered in the corpses of civilians with their organs spilled out. She looked human, but didn't act it. A member of our group started healing a man whos stomach had been split open. She kept his insides in while another member of the group attacked the lower deamons that surrounded the island. When the lower deamons moved to on the island, he had to attack the corpses that were being used as cover. A higher ranked magic knight who was a golem user didn't believe our suspicions enough to leave her on that island. She destroyed the blue rose headquarters, sealing the survivors inside until it was crumbling down. I could only get four people out before it collapsed.~
It wasn't something he could ever forget, the strange not quite human way the woman had reacted. All the corpses she had been responsible for. At the least, signing everything out had put it out of their system, the disturbing imagery fading away for now. His view of the world had changed quite a bit since becoming a magic knight. It was strange how much his views could change in such little time, or how much more obvious his own weaknesses could become at that point. “Sorry, signing troubling memories out when they bother me helps it leave my mind. Anyway, I'm ready and willing to go.” It didn't feel like much else needed to be said.
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“Hmm.... I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For the time being, I don’t think “Demons” exist in the same way people are claiming them to be, it’s just a bunch of powerful mages fearmongering using some equally powerful magic to strike fear into the hearts of others. If demons were really among us, I would most likely have encountered one by now.”
Given how the two of them seemed rather certain that they were in fact dealing with actual demons, he did not really feel like trying to go against it. If they were actual demons, that would go to show itself soon enough, just like they would be unmasked as frauds in case they were not. Regardless, they were hardly Griswolds’ problem. After all, he really only concerned himself with it if something were to directly attack the peasants and commoners, meaning attacks on the capital were not exactly up his alley. Sure, if there was anything he could do about such things, he certainly would take action, though he would not kid himself into thinking someone like him could make a difference. He was a magic knight and member of the crimson lions, true, though that did not mean that he could fight in the same way as the higher ups. No, he would only get in the way there.
“Lets get moving, I’d very much like to get this out the way as soon as we can.”
Breaking his train of thought only to let the two know that they were leaving right now, he made his way out through the front door as the pondering continued. Clearly the other two had something to discuss that did not concern him in the slightest, so unless someone called out to him specifically, he at least had the time to think for a bit. It would not as a surprise to some that Griswold had been reconsidering whether or not he should be a crimson lion anymore, or even a magic knight at all. Given the amount of freedom one had as a roaming mercenary, the only thing he would be losing out on would be his monthly pay, meaning he would need to take on more jobs such as this particular one if he wanted to get some cash. He did have some people he wanted to help out that did not so much benefit from actions as a knight as they did from his payment as a knight.
Life on a farm wasn’t cheap after all, and while Griswold did his fair share of keeping the countryside safe, there was no one out there that had the power to protect the entire region during every hour of every day of every week. As such, there was always a threat from roaming wolves, raiders and even threats coming from across the border, meaning he had his work cut out for him at pretty much all times. Luckily, the black bulls and green mantises in the region were doing more than their fair share as he was just attributing to it. But still, he felt like the work that he was doing was more important than what the high and mighty rich nobles were doing in the royal capital. Griswold was a firm believer in action, rather than constantly debating and arguing for days on end by people who made money by talking while the poor kept suffering for the tardiness of others.
Venturing out of Kiten without wasting a whole lot of time, Griswold clearly wished to be back as soon as possible so as to not leave the family in the care of just the guards and the innkeeper for too long. With a bit of luck, they would soon be where they needed to be, made a hole in the ground large enough for all of them to pass through and got to delving into the elven ruins beneath. For now however, they had a fair amount of hiking that needed to be done before they would get from Kiten and into the foothills.
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“This is the place where most of the ruins have been unearthed in recent times. There are undoubtedly a whole lot more of them to be found if you know where to look, so I’ll leave that much up to you.”
Because he had taken them far from the place where he had been before, which was the mausoleum of Anneamdil, he imagined that if there was truly a city here once, they would be in a place that most likely had nothing to do with burial sites. In most modern towns, you had your graveyards and mausoleums removed from the actual living quarters, so it stood to reason that they were now above what might be the actual town or city. Though there was also a fair chance that they had moved too far into the wrong direction, meaning all they would encounter here would be dirt and rocks. But that wouldn’t really be his problem, as he wasn’t the one who had the ability to track things beneath the ground. Still, coming all the way out here for nothing would have been quite the bummer and a waste of his time.
So with a bit of luck, the two of them would find what they needed here so he could actually make the most of the time he spent out here, as he was not picking up a shovel and digging for leads. That kind of stuff was way beyond what they could possible pay him.
To call this group odd would be an understatement. As Yugo traveled with them both through to their location, he made sure not to look at josephs hands unless he indicated to him to look, if he could not help himself to act out his thoughts in sign language Yugo would no look into them without cause. He was lost in thought more then anything. Even as far back as he could remember he would lose himself in vivid day dreams as a means of organising his thoughts. But as he did, he would find himself lost in thought long enough that by the time the group arrived at the ruins he had completely lost track of what he had been thinking of. But as he was pulled back into reality, he noticed the field they were in was…empty. But one could feel the magic flowing through the earth in such a way that it made it impossible not to feel something was here. So why had it not ever been excavated? Surely the magical inclined would have been likely to investigate.
But as he looked over the field, the ever silent presence that had invaded his body when he had…died finally spoke in a soft voice as it walked beside him, unseen by the others as he only existed in yugos mind. But even then the meaning of the words flowed into his mind like a river of understanding. This was once his…no..its home. It was born here, grew up here. But Yugo that wasn’t the most important thing. The entity revealed that it was happy to be back and that sentiment for some reason scared Yugo much like when he first met the Daemons. But that fear couldn’t stop him, he needed to stop what ever this thing and the daemons plans were, he was certain they were connected somehow.
Post by Joseph Ravencrest✾ on Jul 5, 2021 0:04:42 GMT -5
The young azure deer had spoken the entire story by hand far before mentioning verbally that he had uttered it to calm himself, not to tell the tale. As such, it was unknown if Yugo was silent on it because they had watched the tale, or because they hadn’t been paying attention to the silent language. Not being the type to worry too much over things that others weren't speaking on so long as it wasn't mentioned or wouldn't affect things, the pink eyed person said nothing more on that subject. The time it took to get towards their destination blurred in the orange peachy haired persons mind. The quiet that went along with the trip was a bit calming, until a certain point. Silence in the surroundings allowed the mind to focus more on the information his senses were getting from the sounds collected by his magic. Most of the information wasn't something he understood in this raw state, being expressed in his mind with different instruments, variants of the different instruments, and musical notes. It shamed him to admit that he didn't even know every type of string or wind instrument that it used in expression, only that everything meant something. These sounds was how the data was expressed without the use of any spells. Through the use of his grimiore, most of the information could be put into a temporary map of sorts.
The mass amount of detail each time a map was cast told the peachy pink eyed person that the carbon matter collected a lot of information through sound. When his magic improved an important lesson was discovered. It wasn't that he was getting more information, but rather that he was getting better at using that information in spells and deciphering it. Encounters with deamons did give Joseph an important lesson on how to read this raw information. A lack of harmony in all the sounds indicated something that didn't belong in this world. An areas sounds are tossed into total chaos when a deamon is around. Though this didn't make it easier to find a deamon, it did tell him it was at least in the general area, or were nearby recently. This information leads to why Cobborn was feeling a bit more unnerved after they got to a certain radius of the destination. This wasn't how it sounded when one of those things bad been near the area recently, but there was something ever so off about the harmony of every sound nearby that his magic picked up. It was only after Griswold declared they had reached their destination that the young man even dared to move their own hands to sign out the word 'Reverberating'. A very detailed map covered in colors of greys and blacks appeared in front of the azure deer member.
Little musical notes were above every person with a magic that the spell could pick up, though none of these notes looked 'complete'. How close to complete the notes looked depended on the strength of that persons magic. Looking at the map, the dark orange haired man leaned down to look at the lower area of the section. Their braid gave a few sways before walking towards a section of the soil. “This should be where the entrance is. I believe the map is showing words written on the entrance, but I can't understand the language.” He didn't know any elvish, but was sure the tiny words on the detailed map gave some indication of how to get inside. That meant nothing to a person who couldn't understand the words there. Was there an action they were supposed to do? A set of words to say? ...Should he mention that the music from this spell didn't typically sound slightly out of tune? It was an unexpected variation that he was unsure of its exact meaning. Would learning this hurt? Maybe everything would be fine, but there was no sure fire way to find out without risk. The group would have to go inside and find out the source. Without knowing what was causing it, then he would be just as clueless if the same thing happened again. Such a thing would be inexcusable. “Do either of you know how to read elvish?” This might be the first and last time he asked.
It was an old language typically only researched by scholars. Such a question would feel unthinkable to ask if it wasn't for how odd the trio seemed. Maybe this was a sign that the sensory mage should try to learn the language himself, though that certainly wouldn't be a quickened task. Doing that in the future wouldn't help with the current task, only possibly help in the far and distant future. He pointed towards the part of the map that he was positive was the entrance. Neither of them are likely to know why he asked if it's never voiced out loud, right? “I believe the words on the entrance are likely to say how to enter.” Why so much caution in allowing people entrance? This wasn't a known thing to him, which was fine. At the very least, making it so hard to find protected it from those who would have wanted to rob the ancient city that laid underneath their feet.
The symbol ~ will be used in the post to reference when sign language is being used. Items on his person: Just Peachy, Grace of The Fallen, and Starlit Fallen Spells being used: Reverberating Elemental Type: Carbon Matter Rank & Spell Type: Intermediate/Sensory Range & Speed: 20 m + [sensory x4] | 20 m/s Mana Cost: 20 | 10 Stats Effected: n/a Applicable Perks: Elemental Oddity(sound), Heighten Senses Description: The spells name is signed with their hands to activate it. Carbon matter is formed from his magic, creating a map of the area he is located in. While not very colorful, it is detailed. Items or people on the map with magical signatures will have a musical note shape above them. How much of the musical note shows signifies the general magic level of the person. The range of the spell is 20 + [sensory x4]. The tracking spell can find any persons using a skill or spell hiding that person or persons presence in the case that the sensory is 20+ more than the targets control if its one rank lower than the targets spell, 10+ more sensory than the targets if both are the same level, or 5+ more control if the spell is a rank higher than the targets spell.
