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Throughout the town of Aries Garse, a contest of blackjack had been announced, as well as a large cash prize. With registration closed, it seems that several of the competitors have been falling ill or found themselves without the money to pay for the actual entry into the contest. When asked, they claimed they had been set up, though they could not point at whoever might have been responsible. Further investigation proved that both the contestants, as well as the citizens themselves have been seeing glaring eyes in the dark, as well as maniacal cackling followed by tiny footsteps scurrying away. Clearly, this is something that needs to be taken care of.
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Maximum Number of Players: 4 (Can only be taken once per character) [break]Minimum Word Count: 1500 [break]Location: Aries Garse [break]Special Requirements: Figure out what is happening by visiting the contestants, checking around the town and collect any information you can. But most importantly, remain weary after dark, as this is when things tend to get weird. Ps: going about killing whatever you find will get you no closer to figuring out what is happening, and will result in automatic failure.
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Health Limit: Junior [break]Physical Speed: 10 m/s [break]Physical Damage: Junior [break]Magic Element and Types: Smoke | Supplementary [break]Combat Style: Due to their small stature and lack of offensive capabilities, they fight much like cornered rats, using their teeth and claws to lash out while trying to find somewhere to run and hide where no one can get them. To this end, they also use their ash magic to disappear into a puff of smoke and reappear somewhere in their line of sight. When given the chance, they will be running straight home. [break]Additional Information: These furry little humanoids stand at a height no taller than twenty centimeters, making them fairly easy to step on or trip over. Possessing large ears and eyes by which to pick up on potential threats fairly quickly, they also possess large claws and sharp teeth, as well as a set of horns and a tail. Their dark skin and fur colors make them hard to spot in the dark.
For Griswold to be looking into potential cheating in a town known for their gambling and game tables, one had to come up with a very good story. Because even if Aries Garse was located in the forsaken region, there were some things the man would prefer not to touch if he could help it. This wasn’t because he feared anything from the criminal underbelly such as people coming after him for uncovering some kind of shady dealings or costing them money, mostly because there wasn’t a single rogue or criminal out there that had given him any reason to fear them. In fact, Griswold believed that he had made it quite clear that one would be wise to fear him instead, as he did not have the kind of moral code that other magic knights had. And that was not to say that he lacked any code of such a nature, for in fact, his was ever present.
When out in the wilderness, Griswold was incredibly careful when it came to using his magic, knowing that due to the volatile nature of solar magic, it was quite easy to cause things along the lines of uncontrollable forest fires. And if there was one thing he respected, it was the flora and fauna of the land of clover, followed by the peasants that dwelled in the forsaken region. Directly after that, you had the commoners, followed by the rich nobles. It was quite the odd thing to prefer nature over humanity, though that was something he had been raised with, and something he believed held truth. Because humanity could not live without nature, though nature could live quite well without humanity, and that was just a simple statement of truth. So to say that Griswold had no moral code was not true, he just had rather different priorities when compared to the average knight.
In fact, back when he was still a member of the Crimson Lions, he had actually been awarded with black stars once due to the fact that he had killed a psychopath. If one were to ask him about it now, he would likely state that that whole situation had been a load of crap, and that some men would not do well in prison, as it only gave them more time to plan and perfect their craft. This guy in particular had murdered a bunch of nobles, as well as a sailor and a member of the Silver Eagles. And judging by the way he had gone about his business, it was clear that he was trying very hard to get better at what he did, going after increasingly stronger prey to tie up with his chain magic. Once it came down to that, he would torture them up until the moment of their inevitable painful death, after which he would just find a new target. So to say that Griswold had no moral code was simply wrong, he was just willing to do what many others were not.
So with the sheer volume of complaints that had been registered with regards to a local tournament that was to take place somewhere this week, contestants suddenly falling ill or losing the money they had gathered up for the sake of buying their entry stood out. While there was no denying that something was the matter, that still was not enough reason for Griswold to get involved. He was not the kind of person that handled domestic issues, he was the kind that handled large beasts or the things people might classify as monsters, or mages that were abusing their power in the least wealthy region of the country. So when he got word of these events all transpiring with a common denominator, that was when things actually became interesting enough for him to step in and try to work something out with these people. In that sense, the people seemed to be a lot more eager about it than he was, as they could not risk their content flopping.
As it turned out, the contestants that had been robbed or “poisoned” and were still in a state where they could actually speak had all mentioned the same things. Strange smoke smelling of sulfur, cackling in the shadows, as well as the sound of tiny footsteps scurrying throughout the building before disappearing into the night. What with the talk of the strange events surrounding a circus that seemed quite pleasant during the daytime, he could not help but wonder as to whether or not these things might be related. Before he could prove such things to be true or false however, he would need to go around and visit some of the people that claimed to have had encounters with these strings little things that went bumping in the night. With that thought in the back of his head, he began wandering through the town, aiming to find the house of one of the contestants in order to have a quick little chat.
Unlike your average civilian of Clover, Connor wasn’t your run of the mill peasant. Sure, he may have outwardly looked; by appearance, to be a taciturn fellow, surprisingly he was not. His meek demeanour gave way to bravado and charisma, he wasn’t a rat in a hole sort of rogue. Though he was drowning financially; being that he were as noble for a time, finding that the etiquettes necessary for surviving their social ranks were cutthroat at the best of times. The forsaken region was home, it wasn’t as fancy, lacking the same infrastructures that the capital boasted. But it wasn’t that bad, until you made it a problem and tried to make some one else’s day worse, it was; at the best of times, unnecessarily boring. Local crew members had been yammering on about playing cards; a respectable pass time for a rogue, as close to an honest living that some of them ever got. There were plenty of people to avoid; this guy walking down the street seemed like one, for example; Connor himself was rudimentarily haphazard, and this guy was your standard stock ‘built from bricks’ sort of type. Connor secretly conspired to make sport of him, but upon introspection, it did not seem wise. Some of the wisest decision of Connor’s life; to be completely honest, we’re the risks he did not take. From time to time inspiration would hit him square in the jaw, but rather than back down from a challenge, Connor would adamantly resign to some greater satisfaction. The likes of which were and were not limited to extortion, theft, assault, salacious remarks about their manners, and all of the above. Nothing kicked a noble harder in the pocket than opinion.
Connor had just found one of his favourite gambling houses, a Black Jack outfit that pushed roguish ambiguity as to how they balanced their books. Dubious as it were, the stakes were both tempting and out of his hands, the odds had been crooked before Connor ever stepped into the building. Something rather poignant caught his attention however. A pungent aroma of bad eggs, a run of bad cards; even for him, odds not quite paying out dividends. An ever constant chattering laughter that only ever seemed to be ethereal before, haunting his every movement, he decided it would probably be best to ask around before risking anymore money playing Black Jack. Connor spoke with the flat resignation of a gambler buying into his losses, “Am I being kosh’d everytime I ask for a card?” A round of approval and sympathetic murmuring ensured that he wasn’t being cheated any more than the usual. ‘How strange,’ he thought to himself. The rats in the wall, they were chirruping and whistling to one another, a scampering sound that set him on edge. Perhaps a cat had found its way into the roof; clawed feet dragging across the wood in chase, perhaps it was just the ecosystem that was prevalent in the forsaken region playing out. He confessed to no one in particular that he did not know, shrugging but also catching an ominous red glint in the shadows of the room. Professing it to be some sort of streak, a few of the competitors had fallen ill or prey to what ever was going on, Connor gathered the information as best as he could while trying to be empathetic to some small degree.
There were avenues to gaining information that were exclusively available to rogues, these seemed fruitless however as it seemed that who ever was hoodwinking these people was ahead of the curve as far as Connor was considered. It seemed like almost a lifetime ago that Connor survived the rogue’s gambit, not overall winning much more than an experience and a sodden t-shirt. He knew the sound of rats, big and small; he knew them all, they didn’t cackle maniacally. Strangely he actually concerned himself with the task of getting to the bottom of this conundrum, Connor bent his full force of will upon the matter. He wandered the streets, in search of one such person that had run afoul. Finding scarce little pieces of information here and there, he proceeded to campaign against the forces that were orchestrating this dilemma. It was getting later into the day, only a half hour of sunlight left. Connor would have to be pragmatic; he thought this as he witnessed a smaller child scurrying around at a distance, it was a thorn in the refuge’s side that needed to be fixed, this business about money vanishing was just simply not good for business. The child, being that the streets were not as inhabited as they usually were, was unsafe as far as Connor had judged or deemed. Placidly he approached the diminutive figure, upon further introspection he judged it was not a human as it was too small. What manner of bipedal creature shrouded in darkness was this? It snickered before snapping its fingers, the smell of Sulphur abounded, and then nothing? Where had the smaller figure gone? Connor was filled with questions, some contradicted his sane and reasonable thought processes. He was a God fearing man, and this was just simply out of the ordinary. ”What the..?” Word Count: 885
Post by Magnus C. Aurelius✾ on Oct 2, 2021 17:02:39 GMT -5
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Power
016
Durability
010
Stamina
010
Sensory
000
Control
020
Health
senior
Mana skin
senior
Mana pool
0035
Mana regen
IC:005/OOC:010
Speed
5 m/s
Strength
1/2 Junior
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Magnus awoke in the small inn he had been staying at in Aries Garse, choosing to have traveled through and having gone through a dungeon in the area not too long ago, Magnus found himself wandering the city looking for new ventures for the time being. One might ask themselves what a noble like Magnus was doing just wandering around such a shady place like the Forsaken Region, however, Magnus would always give a simple and honest reply. "I'm here to gamble," and he wasn't lying about it, at least not entirely. He would occasionally enjoy a small game of cards, choosing to put only a bit of money down and using his winnings to treat himself to a nice meal without having to dip into any more of his personal funds than what he would prefer. After all, most of his money went to maintaining his wardrobe, and beauty supply products, magical makeup that could cover up scars wasn't cheap after all. Some might think it odd that Magnus chose to cover the scars on his body outside of the glaring scar and missing eye being one of the first things one would notice about him. However, that scar, the one on his face, was there for a reason, and the missing eye, a reminder of said reason. He would never hide such a thing but the others, they were free to go, free to be hidden when he desired and only shown to those closest to him, of whom he trusted.
He made his way down the stairs, choosing to wander around the inn listening out for the latest gossip and news of the town, only to find out that a blackjack contest had been announced. Curious and thinking about entering himself, Magnus ultimately decided against it, and for good reason when he had learned that several competitors fell ill, or "robbed", in fact, it was enough to make him genuinely curious about why and what had happened. One time could be just fate, two times may be coincidence, but several, that was a clear pattern that no one could truly deny, and he found himself curious as to why. However, it wasn't his job to go snooping, it was the Clover Kingdom's Magic Knights job - of which he hoped to join himself one day, even in his old age. He was, however, going to keep an eye out for anything suspicious if not for his own personality safety alone.
He heard rumors that people had seen glaring eyes, cackling, and small footsteps occasionally from the mishaps with the contest, in fact, by the end of the night he had heard the rumor alarmingly so, it was to the point where he was sure he had to be hallucinating as he took a walkout at night, exploring the town. It had to be because if it wasn't it meant the beady eyes that he saw in the dark shadows while walking outside the inn were real, and not just a figment of his overactive imagination. Magnus's hand dropped gently across the satchel that held his grimoire, digging into the pocket on the front of it that held his magical paintbrush set. He grabbed one of the paintbrushes, for protection and kept it clasped within his fingers at his waist. Though as he walked that's when he heard it, the sound of a familiar voice. One of a young man, he was sure he had run into before.
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Summary: Magnus is in the city to gamble and look around for new stuff for his family. He hears rumors about all the stuff happening, leaves out of his inn and at night and is sure he saw some beady eyes looking at him in the darkness of shadows, but chalks it up to paranoia and grabs his magical paint brush wand just in case. He hears Conner's voice but is unsure its him and moves toward his direction.
Rank & Element: Junior | Paint Class & Type: Imbued | Magic Trinket Magic Specializations: Golem Creation Appearance & Lore: Click For Image A Magical Ornate Paint Brush Set that comes with five 4-inch Paint Brushes in total all with different widths and styled bristles. The paintbrushes are ornate in design, with swirls of small patterns and silver in color. They have purple bristles that fade into white at their tips. Nothing is too special about these paintbrushes on their own except they are sturdy and have no need for a palette as they are capable of producing any color of paint on their own with a small infusion of mana. These paintbrushes were a gift to Magnus from his mother when he was younger and as such he cherishes them dearly but also uses them for his magic. However, as they are a magical set, they all share the same durability, thus if his weapon was to break even if it was just one paint brush due to an attack capable of destroying a junior rank weapon all of them would break. Outside of the fact that they can release paint, these weapons are nothing more than blunt objects. As such they cannot be used to stab or pierce without the usage of a spell or its ability. Abilities:
Type & Uses: Flow | 3 Active, 2 Overheat Rank & Specialization: Junior | Golem Creation Size: 1 meter Mana Cost: 8 Per Flow | 4 Upkeep Type of Golem: Scout Description: Click for Image of Golem Magnus channels his paint magic into the movement of the paintbrushes amplifying the paint into a large amount from the tip of the brushes. He uses shades of white, gray, pinks, greens, and yellows to create the shape of a humanoid body, specifically a woman with long hair. The paint flows to life, taking greater depth and shape from the image, revealing a portrait of a young woman with dark gray to green hair, pink mystical eyes, a gray dress, and glowing pink and yellow flowers blossoming from her. The golem has a sheen to its skin like wet paint. The golem is a Scout type and as such is built for speed, flight, and sensory.
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12m/s
Intermediate
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Upon arriving at the house of one of the people that claimed they had been stolen from, he could not say that he was being taken in in the most friendly of ways. If nothing else, it wad clear that the guy was still quite upset about losing his money, as he could no longer afford the buy-in for the tournament now. So while Griswold tried to maintain his cool, he eventually got sick of being spoken to as if he were some kind of household slave, letting the man know that he would be losing a lot more than money if he didn’t get his shit together and helped him. After all, if he did not help Griswold, Griswold could not help him, meaning he would not be getting his money back and would not be taking part in the tournament he so wished to join. And that was what seemed to shake some things loose.
It went to show that at some point, being patient with people who were treating you like crap stopped working, at which point the threat of knocking out a couple of teeth very well might make a difference. Hearing the tale first hand about how he had apparently been robbed by tiny creatures in the night, the guy also stated that there was a rather peculiar smell hanging around the house, one that could still be sensed upstairs. Wandering over to the stairs, Griswold really did not need to ascend every single step all the way to the top to smell exactly what other people had apparently also reported, the smell of sulfur. Not quite sure as to what any of this meant, he thanked the man for his time and claimed that if it were at all possible, he would punish the one responsible and reclaim the money that was rightfully his.
As the sun had slowly started setting, Griswold had not just appeared at this strange time because he wanted to catch people at a time where he figured they’d be home. Not at all. It was because the reports had claimed that most of these home invasions had occurred once it was dark out, meaning whatever these little things were, they most likely did not enjoy wandering about in the sun. Either that, or they figured the likeliness of getting caught was greater when doing so in broad daylight. And they weren’t wrong either. If he were a criminal, he would also operate under the cover of darkness, which coincidentally was also the time of day where he himself had apprehended the vast majority of rulebreakers. But unfortunately for him, just knowing the things he now knew would not make capturing the little thieves any easier. So as he stood in the streets, he closed his eyes for a bit as he slowed his breathing.
Expanding his senses beyond what was normal for the average human being, he tried to register every motion within this range before breaking them down in terms of size and weight. Further elaborating upon this by tracking the mana signatures within this same area, Griswold could tell that there were at least two people but a street away with seemingly above average mana. More interesting than that, it seemed that there was also a tiny creature lurking on a nearby roof. Wondering if these people were both just in the area by chance or if they too had set out on a journey of their own to figure out who might have stolen their money, the black knight decided to move ever closer. Believing that if he could make it seem like he was aiming to talk to the people there, the creature might not make a run for it, allowing him to catch it off-guard.
“Greetings, you wouldn’t happen to have lost your purse would you?”
Maniacal giggling subsided when an elderly gentleman ambled up to him, the worse of things to come had yet to present itself but Connor was cautious irregardless. It was Magnus, a brief meeting prior had allowed Connor the grace of at least recognising the man, just a bit past his youth but he was still an imposing figure. From what Connor could glean from his momentary bout of lucidity, the man wasn’t a rogue and was a straight shooter as far as the law was concerned. A welcome sight in these troubled times, the two of them being alone for now opted Connor to at least be sociable in regards to having not priorly made a bad impression. Before thinking about the moment’s longevity for too long, they were joined by a third man. The guy was the sort of man who could handle himself, strong-willed and assertive. It would probably be better to appear as a normal citizen; if not a civilian who had lost his money, being roguish would avail him nothing, if not it might prevent an ass kicking. Taking his head out of the proverbial lean of a commoner, he doted on the fact he had two big strong men to help him make ends meet.
Not everything had been a lost cause, he still had the marker of an opportunity to get to the bottom of this and be paid a dividend for trying to restore some aorta of peace. Applying his will and thought to this complex conundrum, there were a few consistencies that led him to believe they were dealing with some otherworldly force. All the gambler’s were being mum on the subject, calling for help but boiling down to the same essential causes. They were all either deranged and satirical loonies, or; baring with a pretence they all had a forgivable amount of sanity, they were being preyed on by god know’s what. Connor regarded the third man with a contrived yet subtle allowance that afforded that he wasn’t the fastest man when it came to cognitive thought processes. And answering him regarding a purse, a thief knew better than to pass up on a crime of opportunity, “A purse has a zipper, mine’s a wallet; but lost too.” Returning to focusing on Magnus, who was holding his paintbrush, he attempted to set the man at ease, through no real volition other than to get the best of a man who probably had more experience dealing with the unordinary. “Be at ease Magnus, calm yourself it’s only me; Connor.” Implying every little bit that there were worse things that went bump in the night than himself, Connor abruptly noticed he had not introduced himself to Griswold; a man he did not know by name, yet his countenance remained ever prevalent. As if it were a good idea to at least acknowledge the man, Connor struck a chord; one he had hoped wasn’t clichéd, he re-established a form of civility by offering his empty right hand to Griswold, a firm handshake with two of the up and down’s. “Don’t believe we’ve met, only having a laugh about the wallet going missing, seems to be an occurrence around these parts as of late, eh?” The insinuative nature of his speech was not overly pragmatic, and being that it was off the wrist as far as comment fell, he waited for a logical allusion otherwise, or for something to be said that added more depth to the situation they had currently found themselves in. It wasn’t an inane desire but the red eyes haunting the edges of his vision were setting him on edge as much as they may to any other regular citizen. Once Connor had an explanation for the seemingly abnormal events, he might have considered to elicit a more relaxed approach. But until then he was on his toes, wondering what might have befallen these gamblers. Nothing entirely malefic had happened, no one had been maimed or seriously injured. Just hoodwinked; some had fallen ill, losing parts or the whole sum of their Yul, it was bad for business as far as Connor was concerned.
Post by Magnus C. Aurelius✾ on Oct 4, 2021 12:37:08 GMT -5
[attr="class","temphead"]As long as I continue[break] I'm sure I'll find [break]An amazing wonder.
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Power
016
Durability
010
Stamina
010
Sensory
000
Control
020
Health
senior
Mana skin
senior
Mana pool
0035
Mana regen
IC:005/OOC:010
Speed
5 m/s
Strength
1/2 Junior
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Magnus breathed a small sigh of relief as Connor's frame and visage came into view of his biological eye. The young adult looked just as he remembered, and Magnus had no need to ask the man why he had come out so late, or why he had been in the area, he knew the man had his own life and motives and it was because of this that Magnus finding himself seeing the man as a great acquaintance to have. He was also sure that just like the others he had done that dungeon with that Connor would grow to be a strong person in the future. In fact, he knew that Connor's mana output was around the same rank as his. All though Magnus could steadily feel himself becoming stronger, and knew that one day he very well might be even able to match up to those of others at his age. At least those that were battle-hardened anyway. He couldn't wait for that day, the curse that ravaged his body for so long was finally gone, he was finally on his path to achieving his goals, to achieving the goals of his daughter. He wouldn't let anything stop him from that purpose.
It was because of this that he found himself truly wondering why he had decided to wander about the city at night. Was it truly just to take a stroll out in the darkness of night, or was it something else? No, as he asked himself the question the answer was right there staring him back in the face. He couldn't deny the truth, nor did he truly want to. However, he knew that for someone that hadn't been appointed to such a task that it was frowned upon as he could potentially be putting himself at risk and making even more trouble for the professionals. However, being the softhearted old man as he was, and as excited as he was he didn't want to sit around. He didn't want to deny that part of himself that told him the answer with perfect clarity before his mind could even form the introspective question. The answer being: He wanted to be of service. Magnus wanted to be of service, to be useful, he wanted to help those he could just as a magic knight would. Just like the one who saved him would've. It was because of this that he found himself roaming the streets at night, because of this that he decided to brave the darkness and the unknown.
However, the truth of this matter, the reason he was out also made him cautious, and on guard. Although his physical appearance was unerring for many -being a missing eye, large scar, and his large frame and build uncommon in this day and age- kept people at a distance it was often commonly offset purely by his display of hygiene and though the suit he was currently wearing wasn't the finest in his arsenal it was a still a fine suit nonetheless, purposefully chosen for such a reason. As to be sharp and eyecatching, but also to throw people off, not wanting people to see him of simply just some large brute. It gave him a touch of elegance, and prestige of which he enjoyed. Not only that but the benefit of many pockets also helped conceal his valuables better. Making it more difficult for those to steal from him, simply because of his opposing height giving him a constant vantage point. Although because of this, Magnus was often cautious, and on his guard when wandering around the town, even more so now that it was cloaked in the darkness of night.
His cautious mindset lead to him having a rather serious expression, and it didn't help that he essentially already had his weapon out when he came closer to Connor's general vicinity. It was then that he noticed a new man approaching. The man's build was nice and strong, Magnus found himself rather fond of the guy's appearance, however, that was nod denying that he looked like a warrior ready for battle. Magnus guard was still up because people were too unpredictable in shady areas like this, and disguises and transformation magic were often commonplace for thieves in this area. "I don't seem to be missing anything," Magnus stated in a quick reply, a blunt tone of voice, and with a stern expression. However, the man's comment did make him want to check his inner pocket for his coin purse. With his free hand, Magnus lifted his hands up toward his face, letting his arm brush against his suit jacket, and with a fluid movement brushed his hand through his hair. All for the purpose of feeling for the weight of his coin purse. Although it was once again probably just paranoia that made Magnus want to do so. His eyes darted too and from the new man and Connor, curious as to just who the man was. A chortle escaped Magnus's lips as Connor made his comment. Though he wondered if, Connor was in need of help due to his missing wallet. If it truly was.
"Forgive me, Connor. A seems to be a bit on edge tonight, with the current increase in crime, and an old man like me is a prime target after all." He said rubbing the back of his neck slightly with his free hand, a rosy pink overtaking his fair cheeks. After all, he couldn't help but be embarrassed his usual stoic demeanor was now coming off as something more of a nervous old man on the edge. Though the truth is told, that's what he was until he steeled himself at that moment. He let loose a deep breath his shoulders untensed, however, his wand remained out and his eyes darted over the unknown man as Connor spoke. As he did, it was clear to Magnus that Connor had heard about the rumors or rather factual information that had been circulating as of lately. Magnus decided to engage in conversation himself "Occurring more often than usual, you mean." Magnus said with a small chuckle to Connor's statement. Though from what he could see it was clear to Magnus that Connor was trying to coax this man out of more information. Magnus was fine with that, it meant he'd profit in the end, and if the man was an ally rather than foe he figured it would be a great start to an impromptu team-up. Although as he was engaging in such conversation, he couldn't help the feeling as if he were being watched.
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Summary: Magnus is on edge but realizes that the reason he decided to leave out of the inn wasn't just to take a nightly stroll but to be of service and help investigate even though he knows he could potentially make more trouble for the magic knights if he were to get himself in a serious predicament. He steels himself as he talks to Connor and Griswold. He wonders if Griswold is friend or foe and feels as if he's being watched.
Rank & Element: Junior | Paint Class & Type: Imbued | Magic Trinket Magic Specializations: Golem Creation Appearance & Lore: Click For Image A Magical Ornate Paint Brush Set that comes with five 4-inch Paint Brushes in total all with different widths and styled bristles. The paintbrushes are ornate in design, with swirls of small patterns and silver in color. They have purple bristles that fade into white at their tips. Nothing is too special about these paintbrushes on their own except they are sturdy and have no need for a palette as they are capable of producing any color of paint on their own with a small infusion of mana. These paintbrushes were a gift to Magnus from his mother when he was younger and as such he cherishes them dearly but also uses them for his magic. However, as they are a magical set, they all share the same durability, thus if his weapon was to break even if it was just one paint brush due to an attack capable of destroying a junior rank weapon all of them would break. Outside of the fact that they can release paint, these weapons are nothing more than blunt objects. As such they cannot be used to stab or pierce without the usage of a spell or its ability. Abilities:
Type & Uses: Flow | 3 Active, 2 Overheat Rank & Specialization: Junior | Golem Creation Size: 1 meter Mana Cost: 8 Per Flow | 4 Upkeep Type of Golem: Scout Description: Click for Image of Golem Magnus channels his paint magic into the movement of the paintbrushes amplifying the paint into a large amount from the tip of the brushes. He uses shades of white, gray, pinks, greens, and yellows to create the shape of a humanoid body, specifically a woman with long hair. The paint flows to life, taking greater depth and shape from the image, revealing a portrait of a young woman with dark gray to green hair, pink mystical eyes, a gray dress, and glowing pink and yellow flowers blossoming from her. The golem has a sheen to its skin like wet paint. The golem is a Scout type and as such is built for speed, flight, and sensory.
Type
Power
Durability
Sensory
Range
Speed
Health
Scout
5
15
20
50 m
12m/s
Intermediate
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Getting replies from both of the men, he kept his eyes on them, though he wasn’t paying attention to them at all. Sure, he heard the things they said, though his focus was on the tiny thing on top of the roof nearby, and making sure it would not escape them. Through the use of his ki, he would register any move it might make in an attempt at getting away from him, tracking it down and hopefully catching it once it came down from where it was now. After all, Griswold was confident he could outrun most people, but if he had to climb and them begin the chase, it seemed more than likely that the little creature would have already disappeared by exiting his extrasensory range. As such, he had to be careful until he could spook the tiny creature into making a run for it, which was by far his best bet at catching it without harming or killing it.
“Well, regardless of you being a purse or a wallet type of man, you guys are both correct in regards to these thefts happening a lot more in recent days. And I believe I’ve figured out the reason behind it.”
Speaking as he walked closer to the men while keeping their eyes on them, he could tell that the tiny creature was tensing up, meaning it understood what Griswold was saying. However, making sure not to established eye contact with the thing, it seemed to not know whether it should run away yet due to being found out, or if Griswold was bluffing. And right now, it seemed like bluffing was going to be his best bet if he was going to refrain from tossing one of his weapons onto the roof or having to rely on a spell that would likely blow away every single tile off of it and set that block on fire. Solar magic was not meant for this kind of work, it was meant for warfare in large open spaces, not for magic knight work in living quarters. And it was for that reason that he had to keep up the act as it was his best bet without cranking up the levels of destruction from zero to a hundred.
“You see, the one responsible for all of this stealing is quite close by. If you breathe in deeply through your nose, you might even be able to smell the sulfur. And that's because he's sitting...”
At this point, Griswold was completely bluffing. From where they stood, there was no way any of them would be able to smell it, though that did not matter, as the bluffing seemed to do the trick as the creature ducked down and began crawling along the roof tiles, preparing to make an escape while still being extremely cautious. Walking ever closer to the two men, and therefore to the creature that was lurking on the roof behind them, it was at that point that he suddenly made a full stop and turned his full attention and gaze to the roof, exactly where the little thing sat.
“Right there!”
Pointing his finger straight at the tiny creature, it jumped up, releasing all of the built up suspense by bursting into a puff of smoke. And while that would normally have managed to give the impression to some that it had just disappeared, Griswold could still sense the creature as it had merely transported itself into an alley on the other side of the house, heading out into the main street and away from the three men. Using what speed he had in his legs, Griswold quickly dashed after the creature, not about to just give up after tricking the thing off of the roof and into the streets. With its short legs, there was no way it was going to outrun him without outside help, meaning that if he adjusted his speed, there was a chance that it would lead him straight to its lair. Believing that if the other men were at all trying to figure out the same things he did, which it seemed like they did, they would likely make an attempt at following him.
The chase was on…
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Replying to Magnus, ”You’re not that old Magnus, give or take a few years, you could be worse. Griswold spoke with an air of authority, winding the spring up to tension, Connor listened and followed his gesture The short diminutive figure looked every bit the culprit, disappearing and reappearing would certainly have aided its attempts at stealing from somebody. That only left Connor to question the motive, what good would material wealth or possession do for such a small creature? There had to be some other agenda here, the black Jack tournament wasn’t exactly prestigious, the top players would have been safe from attacks otherwise. What could possibly be gained from the mischief? The events transpiring after the discussion precipitated into the following chase. Griswold had shot off without really introducing himself, it wasn’t what Connor blatantly expected but it amused him without restraint. Connor began stretching before breaking into a light jog behind him. The task did not seem so daunting now that they knew what they were looking for. Not being so intimidated all of a sudden, his departure was not quite so swift. Optimistically he managed to keep Griswold in sight and Connor hoped that Magnus would be able to see Connor in turn. The short figure giggled maniacally, puffs of smoke that smelt of sulphur being left behind as Connor followed. He wondered if they spoke; and if so, what they might say to justify their actions. How many were there? And most importantly, how dangerous they were.
Travelling on foot through the town, chasing shadows and actually catching them was exceedingly good exercise. Connor didn’t look any crazier than he usually did, noting that just because they had this information didn’t indicate that any other member of the public knew what they were doing. Running through town was simplified by the conservative nature of the people, who tending to stay indoors were out of the way. Believing that in some small way the creature would stop eventually, it would probably be going towards friends or a hideout of some description. Connor took this into account when reasoning to chase after at what had first appeared to be a hallucination, it seemed real enough for Griswold to be chasing it. There didn’t seem to be anyone other than Magnus who was going to help them any time soon. Only time would tell, whether this was a fruitful hunt or not.
Post by Magnus C. Aurelius✾ on Oct 5, 2021 13:37:05 GMT -5
[attr="class","temphead"]As long as I continue[break] I'm sure I'll find [break]An amazing wonder.
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Magnus chuckled at Connor's comment, be for responding with a smile and "Thank you, I suppose that's true." Magnus said with a slight blush of embarrassment.
Magnus watched as the war-ready man spoke, he didn't know this guy, but he had the feeling he could be trusted. However, he was still cautious, and although the man had made no hostile movements so far, it was too early to tell whether or not he could let his guard down. Magnus knew that the odds of the man attacking them 2 on 1 were very slim, but strong mages and ones like this man who had such an intimidating aura practically looked for hard challenges. It was because of this that Magnus knew two things, 1 that this man was most likely stronger than both him and Conner put together. It was because of this that Magnus reluctantly resigned himself to relaxing further. If that man in front of them wanted to harm them, it very likely would've happened already, by surprise, and without the ability, for him to react. In fact, he was sure this man had probably killed before and if he truly meant them harm, there was little they could do to stop them.
As the man spoke, to them Magnus could see him starring at them, but his focus seemed to be elsewhere. It made Magnus tense slightly, it was as if the man was looking past them rather than at them. Was there someone behind him? His mind flashed back to those beady red eyes that he saw earlier. Was there some unholy creature running amok? He had heard rumors, but maybe that was the true culprit after all. The man's words would begin to allude to such things as well. The man seemed to have been investigating this issue on his own and had found the culprit. Though he didn't seem to be referring to any of the three men, this put Magnus at ease, the man was most likely an ally if that was the case. Magus took a whiff but smelled nothing, but the thoughts of sulfur tingled and brushed against a bit of creature knowledge in the back of his mind. He wasn't the most well-versed in creature lore, however, but he knew enough standard knowledge to good by. The thought of what the man could be referring to was on the edge of thoughts, but those were interrupted, with the man moving closer to them. He readied himself for anything, and as the man shouted, Magnus turned his attention to the location the man pointed at.
Magnus's eye widened as he saw it, the tiny creature before it puffed into a shroud of smoke. Magnus's legs were already moving toward the creature, almost as if instinct had taken over. He at that moment had noticed that both Connor and the new compatriot had the same idea. He made his way after the creature alongside the two others. His mind began to churn and he had a feeling this would lead him on his way to a new wonder.
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Summary: Magnus realized that if Griswold truly wanted to harm them by now he would've, against his better judgment he forces himself to relax. He can tell Griswold seems to be looking "past them" rather than at them as he spoke and moved closer. Magnus readies himself for anything because of this and then takes the time to discern the situation. He follows Griswold's lead as he points, and sees the imp but can't quite place the name of the creature, as the information is just on the edge of his thoughts, but is quickly pushed to the side as the chase insues. Magus follows alongside Griswold and Connor.
Rank & Element: Junior | Paint Class & Type: Imbued | Magic Trinket Magic Specializations: Golem Creation Appearance & Lore: Click For Image A Magical Ornate Paint Brush Set that comes with five 4-inch Paint Brushes in total all with different widths and styled bristles. The paintbrushes are ornate in design, with swirls of small patterns and silver in color. They have purple bristles that fade into white at their tips. Nothing is too special about these paintbrushes on their own except they are sturdy and have no need for a palette as they are capable of producing any color of paint on their own with a small infusion of mana. These paintbrushes were a gift to Magnus from his mother when he was younger and as such he cherishes them dearly but also uses them for his magic. However, as they are a magical set, they all share the same durability, thus if his weapon was to break even if it was just one paint brush due to an attack capable of destroying a junior rank weapon all of them would break. Outside of the fact that they can release paint, these weapons are nothing more than blunt objects. As such they cannot be used to stab or pierce without the usage of a spell or its ability. Abilities:
Type & Uses: Flow | 3 Active, 2 Overheat Rank & Specialization: Junior | Golem Creation Size: 1 meter Mana Cost: 8 Per Flow | 4 Upkeep Type of Golem: Scout Description: Click for Image of Golem Magnus channels his paint magic into the movement of the paintbrushes amplifying the paint into a large amount from the tip of the brushes. He uses shades of white, gray, pinks, greens, and yellows to create the shape of a humanoid body, specifically a woman with long hair. The paint flows to life, taking greater depth and shape from the image, revealing a portrait of a young woman with dark gray to green hair, pink mystical eyes, a gray dress, and glowing pink and yellow flowers blossoming from her. The golem has a sheen to its skin like wet paint. The golem is a Scout type and as such is built for speed, flight, and sensory.
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Intermediate
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