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By following the little scamps across town, you eventually come across a run-down old building into which they disappear, undoubtedly to hide and avoid punishment. As you make your way in, there isn’t a lot that seems to be out of the ordinary at first glance. However, as you make your way up the stairs, you find that there are strange green flames burning in a room that has had its windows boarded up from the inside. Closer inspection shows that these green flames act as passage for more of the imps to come into this world, so they need to be closed.
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Maximum Number of Players: 4
[break]Minimum Word Count: 1500
[break]Location: Aries Garse
[break]Special Requirements: Find a way to put out the flames that can be found around the room, as simply dousing it with water does nothing, proving they are magical in origin. Be inventive, and seal the imp-gates.
Ps: going about killing all of these imps will get you no closer to figure out who is summoning them in the first place, or for what reason, and will result in automatic failure.
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[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.
Sprinting through the streets for a while, at least up until the point where he could clearly see the imp again, Griswold adjusted his speed so as to not make the imp think he had a chance at keeping up. The last thing he needed was for the little thing to go about teleporting again, which was not something the black swordsman was capable of. So if it were to teleport into a building, Griswold would need to move all the way around as he lacked the ability to phase through walls, which really sounded like a useful skill to have inside of a town or city. But as it was not going to happen, at least not unless he used a spell to blow out a wall, staying behind just a little bit to keep herding the imp towards whatever location it had originally came from worked out best.
When it disappeared underneath the loose tiles of a nearby roof, Griswold stopped running, allowing the others to catch up with him, a feat they would not have been capable of doing had he not done so. Because if there was one thing that was widely known about him, it was the fact that he was one of the most physically fit magic knights out there. When it came to being able to punch someone really hard without being aided by magic, running at high speeds without any of his physical reinforcement spells to further boost himself, as well as the ability to take quite a beating before accepting his defeat. Resilience, that was the one defining trait that could describe Griswold quite well without needing further elaboration. With his swords still resting on his back and being quite eager to shed blood, Griswold did not exactly consider this to be the best time to take them out.
They were in a town after all, and whenever people saw someone walking about with weapons in hand, they often got the wrong idea, especially when he was involved. At least, that had been the case before the peasants and commoners of this region came to know the appearance of the black swordsman, linking the name to the title he had been given by those same people. The Solarian Wolf.
“Take a moment to catch your breath, I’ve already located their den. While I can only guess and assume as to what their motivations might be, I can sense several of them in that run down building, as the one I chased disappeared beneath the roof tiles. Any suggestions as to how we should proceed?”
Speaking about as soon as the rest had caught up, Griswold did not care a whole lot for doing a round of introductions, as it seemed quite clear as to why everyone had come here in the first place. They had all come here to figure out what was going on with these little creatures, as well as what their plan and reason was for poisoning some people’s food and stealing the money of others. No matter how one truly went about it, it seemed clear enough that all of this was related to the tournament that would take place soon, and it also seemed clear that these creatures were not exactly human, meaning they themselves would not be allowed to enter even if they wanted to. What this told him was that they were acting on behalf of someone else, making finding out who they were working for or with the real goal here.
Even though he had asked primarily as a courtesy, Griswold had already come up with several plans when it came to handling this “threat”. Because it was not yet certain if these creatures were truly hostile or if they possessed a level of sentience beyond that of the average animal, he would not feel right killing them. Wondering if the other two shared the same reservations as him, he would rather not go in guns blazing, rather taking the time to truly figure out what was the matter and maybe even having a conversation with the creatures if at all possible. For now, he would wait for the others to come up with an idea before he would pitch what he had come up with. But who knows, if the other two managed to come up with a solid plan, he might just go along with that instead.
If Connor had a solid plan, he did not let it show, what otherworldly creatures did in their spare time was a mystery and didn’t particularly interest him. Running through the streets was about as much exercise as he usually got absconding from the law, he mentally ascribed to do more running in the future to bolster his cardiology. Heart beating in his chest Connor rounded a corner and stopped shy of where Griswold currently stood. A besotted image, in the informal context of being quite out of breath and drunken on demonic imaginations of conception, Connor was beside himself. Not in agitation but wroth with the undesirable need to run any more, by design he was athletic, but keeping up with Griswold who was a track star in comparison was not something Connor imagined he felt like doing for very long. Connor had already lost sight of the fickle creature, his prevalent thought was to ask the leader of the escapade, for a notion of where to continue as he caught his breath.
His suggestion was not pragmatic by any contraction of a reasonable mind, nor was it reasonably asserted to ineffectually come across as a sentimental notion to actually consider, “We could always burn the house down; wait for the rats to scurry out, even five Yul an ear would be more profitable at the moment.” A breathless laughter followed by no hint of capable understanding of the word arson, Connor forsook trying to outrun Griswold in the future should he have to. Fishing a coin out of his pocket, Connor idly rifled it over his knuckles to calm his nerves. A display of manual dexterity that really only relented when Magnus caught up with the two of them. It was a habit that Connor had gotten into, as he vaguely pictured the buff elderly man strolling up to greet them, Connor felt a little bad for having left him behind to catch up. Someone of his age should have a carriage or a transportation spell, a broom at the very least to get them around when they needed it. On the better half of knowing what it felt like to have burning lungs, Connor resigned to listen to Griswold should he have one or several ideas on how to convey to the imps that they were being more mischievous than benevolent.
He stood idly wishing that some explanation would present itself so as to get to the bottom of the situation. His reasoning was conclusive, his expression impassive, a bead of sweat focused itself on his forehead. The sheen of perspiration did not exceed into staining his shirt however, and for this Connor was thankful. Only ever owning two or three sets of clothing made for an interesting life dynamic, balanced between washing your last lot and wearing out your current ones. If Connor had anything more to say he did not speak it until Magnus arrived, being overly suspicious of Griswold was only a rogue thing, it wasn’t personal.
Post by Magnus C. Aurelius✾ on Oct 22, 2021 13:51:35 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's breathing became more focused, deeper and longer as he ran. Although it seemed Griswold was much sprier than him the man was also clever, for as Magnus ran he soon learned to watch for Griswold rather than the imp. Especially because of the ease at which he ran and from Mangus's perspective didn't seem to tax the young man at all as opposed to him and Connor, who were making their way at nearly half the speed at which the creature moved at. Although after all this chasing Magnus was more than certain that if he was to launch a spell it would most likely be fast enough to hit the creature as it was, however, he refrained from doing so. He was also certain that he could increase his speed with magic power to catch on if needed but he doubted that would be necessary considering Griswold's natural speed that was being displayed, and Magnus was relatively sure that the man was still holding back. Figuring that Griswold was letting it run away on purpose, chasing behind it to let it run back to whomever or whatever was behind its appearance in this town in the first place. Sweat began to bead slightly along his brow. He knew even though his body was fit, his weak constitution due to the hex placed on him long ago had sapped much of his physical potential of which he was just now recently building back up.
Coming to a halt, Magnus wiped the sweat from his brow and did as Griswold suggested, noticing that the man now seemed to hold a bit of trust in the two of them as well as being willing to let them assist. It was for this reason that Magnus was grateful to him. Having located the creature's den, Magnus breathed a sigh of relief, it meant they were close to discovering and stopping whatever was going on with these creatures. Magnus noted that Griswold had keen sensory abilities especially as he pointed out the number of the creatures in the building. Sensory magic had never been Magnus's forte and in fact, he doubted it ever would be, but he was happy to know that someone amongst them had them, if he recalled correctly he believed that Connor also specialized in that field, although he didn't know how well he was with compared to Griswold, the thought of them both gave Magnus a sense of reassurance.
Magnus bought his hand up to his beard, and with a light stroke of it began to speak. "Perhaps we could corner them. If one of us was to be used as bait and scare them from one side perhaps the other two could box them in and we could round them up and question them. On the other hand, maybe a full-frontal charge may also be best. The creature seemed more scared of us than us of it, perhaps the others are the same? Additionally, these creatures are clearly being controlled. I assume all the mana signatures inside are the same as the creature we were chasing. If that's the case, maybe we should continue to the chase. We could attempt to lower their numbers through capture and then let 1 or 2 escape again in order to discover the true culprit." He turned looking toward both Griswold and Connor to get their respective opinions on the matter.
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Summary: Magnus catches up, catches his breath, and then suggests that they try and box the imps in, attempt to capture them somehow, and let 1 or 2 escape to let it lead them back to their ringleader.
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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Waiting for the older man to get a chance at keeping up and catching his breath, he listened to what the both of them had to say, finding that some of the things they brought up more or less checked out with what was currently going through his own mind, while other ideas and plans did not really resonate with him at all. Clearly burning the house down was not an option, as it was still something that was owned by someone and might very well be used as some kind of resting station for homeless people that had no place else to go to. That, and there was really no telling what might be inside of the place that would risk getting burned away with the rest of the building. So all things considered, there were at least three solid reasons as to why they should not even have to consider burning the place down.
And since there was only one fairly solid reason as to why it might have been worth a shot, Griswold deemed it unfitting for the situation. The fact that he actually took arson into consideration spoke volumes about his character however, and how he was not exactly your average magic knight. He contemplated often on the way one often had to decide between several options that were presented towards the purpose of resolving an issue. There were those times where the only options one had were bad one, and one was forced to pick the lesser of two evils. At first, the worst thing he had ever been forced to do to ensure the safety of others had been to injure a couple of wolves with fire so as to make sure they would not venture too far from their forests again. This was because he did not wish to see them killed by farmers, or see them kill livestock or farmers.
There was also a time when he had chosen the greater of two evils, as he did not think a specific murderer from his past would ever find redemption in prison, merely using his time away from society as a means of building up his malice, as well as learning from the mistakes that had gotten him caught in the first place. With the people he had already killed, as well as the people he likely planned on killing next, it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. By killing defenseless civilians and eventually moving up to junior magic knights, the man had proven that he was still refining his torturous, murderous craft by working his way up the ladder at a somewhat alarming rate. Because of this, the chances of this guy killing again the moment he got to set foot outside of prison again, meant that he was more than likely going to go straight back to killing. And that could not happen.
“I don’t believe arson will be the way to go, though I do believe the fastest way to figure out more and flush them out at the same time would be to head into the building from three different angles at once.”
Thinking about the idea as he spoke, he turned to get a good look at the building, finding that it had many windows and at least one door. While most of the windows had been boarded up with wooden planks, anyone with access to magic or a decent weapon would have no trouble getting them out of the way and making their way inside. Doing another look around the building, he turned his gaze back towards the two others with him in the dark street, giving them a glance. Because of the simple fact that he knew neither of these characters standing here, he imagined he might need to lay down some ground rules. While the older man seemed to be clever in his own right, Griswold did not imagine he would go straight to killing or maiming anything. However, the thing with the younger generation of mages was that they were often eager to the point of over-eagerness, leading them to destroying their surroundings or injuring their query in the act.
“I’ll take the roof, you guys take ground level. If they are up there, I’ll work them down to the lower levels and we will go from there. If they are in fact being controlled, do not kill them or injure them, or there’ll be hell to pay.”
Making it quite clear that he would not stand for the maiming or killing of creatures that were potentially being controlled to some extent, if not completely, Griswold would not hesitate to dispense punishment towards anyone who would choose to do otherwise. Luckily for everyone involved, his senses were developed to the point where nothing within a radius as small as a house would escape him, so if something did go down, he’d know about it soon enough. Taking the lead in this, he used his above average speed and physical strength to move towards the building and jump up, grabbing hold of the top of the window and climbing up from there. Once he stood on the window, he quickly managed to move to the window right above it, ripping the planks out of the way and crawling inside.
The moment he got inside, he could feel something weird, something he had not sensed while outside. Feeling like a strange kind of mana, that at the same time did not feel like any kind of mana he had ever felt before at all, he almost missed the tiny little creatures that were scurrying out of the room and moving towards the stairs after noticing that a human had entered their abode. Allowing this for the time being, Griswold just walked through the upstairs portion of the building, noticing nothing out of the ordinary, meaning whatever was going on was likely happening downstairs. Believing the others would find out upon entry, he would slowly make his way towards the staircase and into the downstairs area as soon as he was certain that there was nothing odd going on upstairs. He’d be a bad investigator if he left something laying around up there for others to find out about after all.
Taking his hand off the throttle, Connor had only been joking about the arson. Griswold did seem to at least consider his proposal, to be honest, perhaps Connor would have to be less impactful about his statements in the future. Connor listened to him; the pseudo leader of the group, before rummaging through the pockets of his pants. He had a lock pick somewhere, he knew that much. Unquestionably, undoubtedly and most assuredly, if there was one thing that Connor could do, it was picking a lock. Approaching the building in question, he doubted that the door itself would hold him out for much longer. He assured Magnus of his proficiency as Griswold disappeared; scaling the side of the building, “Magnus; my friend, we will be in this building in a matter of moments.” Turning his head to speak over his shoulder as he went to work on picking the lock, Connor affirmed that with little effort this task was surmountable. The bobby pin he was using was fresh iron; a scrap amount bought from the local blacksmith. It may have been destined to be a spring or a coil, but for today it was a key to the door that barred their entry. Firstly, picking locks was not as difficult as you might imagine it being, at least that was how Connor thought about the subject. Confidence was key; the door was only a shield in most other cases, in this case, it was not any more a door than Connor was for sure it was going to be on the floor. Tinkering around with the rusted lock was hurting his fingers, Connor blew another year’s worth of metal out of his hand before realising the lock was completely arbitrary. The only thing keeping this door in the doorway was rust, a sour expression folded over Connor’s face as he straightened himself from the kneeling position he had been in. He sighed before grimacing, Connor prodded the door with his foot and it fell off its hinges with a fetid thump. Pocketing his lock pick, he motioned for Magnus to follow him as he breached the threshold of the building. It wasn’t difficult, but the level of effort necessary to get into this building was almost insulting.
The inside stunk of decay and refuse piled itself up into the corners of the room. While the air was breathable, it left him somehow breathless. The stench of sulphur was acrid and Connor tasted it in his mouth. The residue of yellow marks scorched the floorboards, scratches lined the walls and small, frail bones littered the room’s interior. The imps had probably been living off of rats, small rodents were perceptibly easier to catch; a few ridged bones with gnawed teeth marks offsetting the assumption. Connor’s stomach turned at the situation and squalid living area, he tried feebly to hold onto his lunch. He ran to the side of the room that boasted a window, it had been boarded up and while Connor tried, he failed in all regards but emptied his stomachs contents. The nobility had left its mark on Connor, his hypersensitivity only ever profoundly leaving him drained and confused as to why he had followed this situation this far. Wiping his lip he grimaced, not really wanting to converse. Connor was becoming more readily familiar with the horrendous smells that encompassed the worst parts of the kingdom. Small laughter and horrible chuckling haunted his thoughts, it resounded off the walls and reverberated an uneasy feeling in Connor’s stomach.
They were taunting him, the scraping of claws evident in the ceiling above them. These little things were fraying Connor’s mental nerves, he resolved to shower thoroughly when he got home. Scrubbing the filth and sulphur from his fingers would take a very long time. He was on his guard constantly, although the imps had caused little else but discomfort so far, Connor wanted to be certain that it was the only thing that wouldn’t necessarily harm him. If there had been worse things in the world, the imps only discomforted him, Connor wanted to be prepared for what May be lurking i the shadows of the kingdom. The worst prospect for him so far had been fighting a magic knight, absconding from the law was easy. Fighting nightmarish creatures that came from a different terrestrial realm had not been on his bucket list. It hadn’t even been in the realistic column of belief for the young man, who wasn’t a stranger to the darker things that lurked within a man’s heart. If Magnus had seen Connor losing his temperament, Connor wouldn’t really mention it. The smell was evident enough, the situation about as grim and malefic as it had been, and Connor allowed the discarded luncheon to speak for itself. There was a staircase that went higher up into the recesses of the abandoned building, but Connor was not filled with conviction to endeavour up there just yet. He looked around the dark room, the intensity of sulphur was horrendous on the senses. Connor’s despair could be measured in volumes, the depth he had sunken himself into it was tremendous.
Post by Magnus C. Aurelius✾ on Oct 28, 2021 15:57:58 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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Stamina
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Control
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Mana pool
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Mana regen
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Strength
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[attr="class","temppost"] Magnus listened to Griswold, his serious expression and tone told him that the man was unaware that Connor was just joking. However, Magnus had been through a dungeon with Connor, he knew him better than Griswold, and vice versa. He trusted Connor, even though the boy clearly had some other priorities and things going on in his life. In fact, the couple times he had met Connor it had been in towns such as this. It was because of this that Magnus couldn't shake an air of mystery from the boy when it came to him. He was sure the young man probably got into some unsavory things here and there but that wasn't for him to judge. From what he knew of Connor he liked him and thought of him as a talented young man. "Ah, I'm sure he was just joking about the arson." Magnus quickly shot in with a small chuckle. He nodded to Griswold's mention of hiding into the building. At three different angles, however, without bursting down a wall using his magic, the front door was the only conceivable way his large frame would be able to enter into the building without making much ruckus.
He watched as Griswold using his refined physical capabilities quickly made his way to the roof. He took note of Griswold's warning. Although he thought it quite demanding he was fond of the decision. He didn't want to harm these creatures, especially if he could help it. He did, however, want to get to the end of what was causing these imps to run amok and steal. As he could hear Griswold rip the planks apart, he stood behind Connor, paintbrush wand at the ready as the boy began to fiddle with the door. "I'll leave it to you then, Connor," Magnus said with a gentle smile and nod to his companion. He trusted Connor enough to know that if the boy was confident in his skills that he usually followed through, but as he looked he could see nothing but rust, and decay around the building. He decided to turn a blind eye to his lockpicking ability and where he got it from. He understood why Connor didn't want to just break the door down, but ultimately as the boy stood up from the door opting to kick it down, no doubt because the scrap metal he had wasn't working to open the lock, most likely due to the sheer amount of wear and tear on the lock itself, that it was best to just kick it down.
Magnus walked in behind Connor, ducking to get underneath the door frame. He made his way in the opposite direction of Connor. The disgusting smell from the inside was enough to make his stomach churn, luckily Magnus was a man of smell goods, he had it on nearly everything from his suit, to his tie. He took a scented handkerchief out of his inside suit pocket. Using it to cover his mouth and nose from the grotesque smell that wafted about filled with sulfur, urine, and other things he'd much rather keep from his mind. He had already turned from Connor at this point making his way around the kitchen area, and back with a quick pace, seemingly able to move faster unhindered by the smell that plagued Connor unbeknownst to him. He stumbled across a wooden door, it was in tatters and littered with scratch and claw marks along the seams and corners of the door. As if being with claws constantly were opening and closing it. The smell of sulfur intensified as he got closer to the door. He took note of it, sure as to that being the place where the imps were possibly held up at.
However, fearing for Connor's safety as he made his way back toward him, only to hear the sound of him unable to keep down the contents of his stomach. Magnus dug within his suit jacket once more as he made his way forward to Connor, he pulled out a spare scented handkerchief and a peppermint. He always carried mints on him, maybe it was because of his age, or just the fact that he liked peppermint and his breath to smell well, but he always carried peppermint, honey, and cherry candies on him. He would offer the peppermint candy and handkerchief to the boy. Hoping it would help him tolerate the smell, at least until he could get used to it.
Magnus had many travels throughout his life, and oftentimes they weren't filled with the monetary backing from his family. Smells like this minus the sulfur wasn't that difficult for him to tolerate once he got used to the initial shock of it and his body's senses decided to adjust. He was sure Connor's would too, it would just need a little help gradually adjusting to it, hence the candy and the handkerchief. Not to mention Magnus figured the boy would enjoy the taste of mint as opposed to bile. He chose not to speak as he offered it, opting to let Connor feel his emotions on his own. He began to hear small laughter and chuckling, clearly, the Imps knew they were there and were now in the habit of toying with them. "Get behind me, Connor," Magnus spoke with a soft but commanding tone. After all, he knew the boy's skill set, and when it came to damage and needing to defend those were specialties of his own, being able to reinforce his body with his magic as well as use defense magic. Magnus's eye glanced around the scraping of the walls.
He made his way to the staircase that went higher up. He was hoping that him being in front of Connor would protect him, and also help ease his nerves. Especially, considering Connor's skills were better equipped to sensory than his own. He knew he'd need his talents if they were to make it through things unscathed in the end, but this house the disgusting nature of it, meant that these imps had set up shop here for quite some time now. He was curious as to just what they were doing here, and what if anything possessed them to stay here. As for his thoughts on Griswold, he was sure the guy was just fine. If anything he was more worried about Connor and himself, and it showed with his fingers gripped tightly around one of his magic paintbrushes. The handkerchief he held to his face had now been returned back to his inner suit pocket.
He waited to Griswold to arrive, sure that the man would most likely be able to sense them at the end of the steps, and that if anyone was coming down them it would probably be him, however, his free hand was balled and ready in case it was something more surprising. He made sure to keep enough distance between him and Connor that they could move quickly if need be. Upon Griswold's eventual arrival, however, Magnus would quickly muse words in a soft hushed tone to them both. "I've found the basement, the smell is much more intense, there's evidence of the imps as well. I haven't opened the door yet as I don't want to alert them, but I'm sure if the top floor is empty and this as well, that is the only place left. Hopefully..." Magnus said, he dug in his pocket once more grabbing out an extra mint wondering if Griswold would also like a distraction from this disgusting smell that was so intense one could practically taste it. "Would you like a mint?" He asked holding out the small candied mint to Griswold.
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Summary: Magnus enters after Connor, ducking to get in due to the low (for him) door frame. He places a scented handkerchief over his mouth and nose in order to help his body adjust to the scent easier. He takes the opposite side toward the Kitchen and discovers a basement door with a heavier scent than the rest of the house. He makes his way back to Connor just in enough time to see the boy vomit, he offers a scented handkerchief and candied mint to Connor. He tells Connor to get behind him for safety. He makes his way toward the stairway upstairs wand at the ready and fist balled in the case of danger, making sure to leave a little distance between Connor behind him just in case they need to defend quickly, figuring that Griswold would be coming down soon. He tells him about the basement door and then offers him a candied mint as well.
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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Walking down a flight of stairs, Griswold made it to ground level, finding that the rest of his temporary team had already managed to break in through the front door. A good thing to be sure, as it would have allowed them to check out this level while he himself went over the upstairs area. Believing this place to quite literally have all of the requirements for some kind of base where most would not come looking by accident due to the overall state of the house, the more he started moving throughout the place, the more his nose picked up on some very unpleasant smells. Following it to the best of his abilities, it was not long before he also found the other two mages, standing in a hallway that was seemingly leading towards a basement of some sort. Once there, the smell became truly strong, which could only mean that they had indeed found the place where they needed to be.
When offered a piece of candy, his mind went straight back to the cursed forest, a place where he had been somewhat tempted to take a bite out of a good looking stew in a neat kitchen, only to find out later that the place had been under some kind of magical glamour. Causing what could only be called a butchery to look like an ordinary kitchen, the stew he had almost eaten was in fact a paste of humanoid bits and pieces, as well as an eye staring blankly into space. It was at that time that he had more or less taught himself never to eat while on the job, or eat anything during a job that took him into questionable locations. So while the idea of a piece of candy sounded good to him, at this point, it would not taste the way he would want it to anyway. That said though, he would love to have it once it was all over and done.
“I’ll have to pass on that for now, though i’d love one once this is all over with. Circumstances taught me not to eat anything on the job, and after you’ve waded through the “Kitchen” of a hag, you’ll no longer be as bothered by the smell of piss and shit. Stand back for a bit.”
Perhaps it was a story he might share with the guys at some point, though for now, it was not something he believed had a whole lot of impact on this particular situation they found themselves in. As it were, they had these imps to deal with, so it was best not to take their thoughts off of the matter at hand with stories of tricker situations. So as he looked around the door, he could tell that it was a good and solid construction made out of hardwood, making it hard to just kick right through it like with a lot of modern doors that were a lot thinner. Checking to see which side the hinges were on, it seemed like they were in luck. If he were to apply enough pressure to the right spot, he knew that he would have the required amount of force to just pull it right out, allowing them to burst right into a fight if need be. Because for all they knew, the one responsible for all of this was going to be right behind this door.
With a forceful thrust against the door, Griswold easily managed to get the old and heavy thing out of the way, dropping it in the small hall they were standing in so they’d have free reign to look about in this basement. While the imps were indeed there, it was not so much the imps that he was worried about as his eyes were drawn over to something else entirely. Strange fires burning in the room that appeared as though they were magical in nature, but did not seem to be caused by any kind of spell he had ever seen before. During his time as a magic knight, he had seen a lot of different forms of magic ranging from the more common things such as fire or metal to the rarer kinds such as world tree, dark and light magics. While the list went on, he could not directly link this kind of magic to anything he had ever seen before, not even to the summoner magic he had seen.
When one of the flames seemed to grow in size and in intensity, Griswold took a few steps towards it, knowing his incredibly dense mana skin would protect him in case it were to suddenly erupt. Watching closely as a somewhat larger imp came out of it, it was like watching something give birth, except in a weird and unnaturally magical way. As the imp flopped onto the ground beneath the strange flame, it looked around to see this strange new world that it found itself in, only to be startled when it suddenly saw three people standing in the doorway, with one of them standing incredibly close. Jumping up and lashing out, Griswold retaliated by hitting it with a thrust of his palm, knocking it across the room, showing that none of these creatures here stood a chance against him even if he were to not use his magic.
Causing the smaller imps to start crawling through the cracks and the larger imps to sneak out through the basement hopper, which was a kind of small horizontal window that would ordinarily let natural light into the darkness beneath the house, it left the makeshift team with a room full of strange fiery portals. Knowing that if the imps escaped them now, they would be right back to square one with only finding this place and the portals but being no closer to finding the person who was to be blamed for all of it, Griswold did the first thing that came to mind. While it might have been a bad idea in hindsight, he charged an orb of magic and fired it at the portal furthest from them. As the solar sphere made contact, the magic seemingly destabilized, collapsing in on itself
“Destroy the remaining portals with magic and meet me outside. We can’t let them escape now, or we’ll be right back where we were, and I doubt we’ll get another chance like this again. If you do lose track of me, I’ll send up a flare when I find where they’re going.”
Knowing that that was actually something he was capable of doing with his magic, Griswold made his way towards the wall. With a quick hop, he put his fingers through the hopper and lifted himself up to the point where he could fit his foot against the wooden window frame. Allowing him to grapple and squirm his way through, the black knight quickly rose to his feet while using his sensory capabilities to scope out the area. Barely noticing some of the little scamps at they made their way quite far away from this place, it made Griswold wonder if this place was set up to be some kind of spawning zone that would keep any that might try to solve this from the true culprit. Thinking about it, he knew that the average human reaction to things like these would be to kill the imps, close the portals and be done with it, meaning the real cause of misfortune would remain unscathed.
Giving chase at his full speed before the imps might manage to make it out of his range, he decided to believe in the rest of his team to close the portals. Because if they weren’t capable of destroying those portals with their magic, they probably should not have been part of this endeavor anyway.
Name of Spell: Galactic Nucleus: Apoheles Elemental Type: Solar Rank & Spell Type: Junior | Attack Creation Range & Speed: 45 meters | 20 m/s Mana Cost: 10 mp | 5 mp sustain Stats Effected: +4 to Power Applicable Perks: Overpowered, Battle Knight, Quick Shot & Skilled Sniper Description: A rather simple spell when compared to the name, it is a spell that requires Griswold to either point the palm of his hand or a finger of his choosing into a desired direction, using it as a conduit through which to unleash and direct his solar magic in the form of a small shot of flame. Capable of causing first degree burns/junior rank damage on impact, an additional bolt can be shot for every 10 control the user has. During the day, the spell takes on an orange hue, taking on a silver blue hue after dark.
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2021 17:30:12 GMT -5 by Griswold
Connor wiped his mouth with the proffered handkerchief, and pocketed it for good measure; and it wasn’t stealing, as it had been given. Nodding in affirmative acknowledgement he also accepted the candied mint, which did help in some small way to take his mind off of the odour. He listened to Magnus and stood behind the robust meat shield that was his friend, Connor brought his Grimoire out and flicked through the pages as he opened it. Many of the pieces of paper were blank, others were scrawled in a foreign language that seemed to be indecipherable. He made do with the two spells he currently could read, one being a map and the other a golem spell; the latter of which he utilised. His grimoire began to glow and Connor reached into the pages, retrieving a coin that was no smaller than his palm. He skimmed the remaining readable page and decided against using the map spell. Instead of opting to use his map to scout, he uttered the word, “Change.” The coin grew in size to resemble a glimmering round shield, which while captivating was his only rudimentary junior level golem. It levitated behind Connor in a mock scenario of procedure that resembled Connor standing behind Magnus. Connor’s tone spoke volumes of jovial intent, “We’re gonna solve this mystery, Magnus.” What were they going to do now that they had reunited with Griswold, Connor wondered to himself as he watched the man knock the basement door off its hinges. Lifting his shoulders Connor shrugged; the gesture not entirely being insincere, it was impressive, but upon further introspection, as they entered the basement, the lock had been more or less intact. Connor inwardly inhaled a sigh of concern that he didn’t get a chance to show off his lock picking skills, not that it was a skill one should be proud of, he just never got to see a person’s reaction to; what was a mundane skill, for him to have learnt. Upon entering the basement, Griswold straight up palmed a larger imp across the room. Something Connor would later explain to his associates was a sure sign that this guy was a seriously heavy hitter. He pointed at a flaming portal and laser beamed it out of existence, Connor; being a god-fearing civilian, was amazed. Even in a world of magic where Connor himself had a somewhat unique magical skill set, this was pretty awesome to witness. “Magnus; my good sir, did you just see what our compatriot just did there?” Every bit as intrigued as he seemed Connor couldn’t help but clap his hands together, “That was spectacular.” He chimed, throwing a weak punch in the air himself as if to immerse himself at the moment all the more. Connor listened to the commanding tone Griswold used, thinking about how well he would be suited to being a commander or general, and being a somewhat mute yet very impressed civilian in comparison Connor resigned to trying his hand at closing the other portal as he was bidden. He looked over at his golem and focused his intent on throwing the golem, full force, at the flaming gate. The result was a mix of failure and a similitude of vague sufferance, Connor frowned for a second before looking at Magnus. Looking up he realised they were in a basement and that the roof above them probably wasn’t too sturdy. Pointing at the roof; the first floor’s floorboards, Connor threw the coin with as much force as he could levy from his mortal frame. It splintered and prised a few of the floorboards loose, they crashed into the flaming portal along with his golem, being consumed by the fires and closing the portal. “Now that wasn’t half bad, I reckon.” A short pause to admire his handiwork and with a brilliant burst of self-appraisal, he spoke to Magnus exclusively, attempting to thank him for his altruism. “Thank you very much for the hanky, the mint was a life-saver.” He slowly stretched his calf muscles, hopping on one foot to keep his balance. Connor then slowly lurched forward into a jogging pace, up the stairs and out the front door. Having lost a sightline of Griswold was no problem for Connor, he sensed the mana signature that was unique to the knight. He waited for Magnus to get himself out of the building before pointing out the direction Griswold had given chase towards. Going that way himself, Connor exited the area. {exit}
Post by Magnus C. Aurelius✾ on Nov 2, 2021 23:33:43 GMT -5
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senior
Mana pool
0035
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Magnus gave a simple nod to Griswold, "latter it is." He mused, he was curious about the story of Griswold wading through the kitchen of a hag, as it was something he had personally never done himself, that is unless you count Elder Muriel Aurelius, that hag, or at least that's what he called her in his mind, did have a rather big kitchen, though he was sure hell would freeze over before he'd ever see her step foot in it. She deemed herself too good for it, and only resigned herself to teaching when it came to the Aurelius family duties, and had she not been so good at it, Magnus would've suggested that she be removed from her seat as an Elder in the family years ago. However, there was no denying her talents, hate her as one may, she was a damn fine teacher, and Magnus owed much of his knowledge and skill to her tutelage. Besides the smell of piss and shit wasn't something that went on in her kitchen at least. Magnus felt a small well of pity swell up in his stomach at the thought of Griswold, having to deal with such things to the point where he became so accustomed to it. However, Magnus himself knew that at times if he was to become a Magic Knight he would have to one day deal with the same. After all, the job entitled task just like the one he was embarking on now.
Magnus nodded with excitement to Connor, "Solve this mystery, we shall indeed. I'm sure at the pace we're moving it's but a mere matter of time and determination." Magnus said with a smile. With the door moved and their entrance all but guaranteed Magnus let Griswold take the lead, it was clear was the most skilled out of all of them, and as they entered, Magnus ducking just to fit down the rotting stairs -a miracle that they didn't break due to his weight alone- he watched as a new larger imp came from one of the flaming spheres. The imp, however, seemed to be confused and before it became an issue it was quickly dealt with, with nonlethal force from a simple palm thrust from Griswold. It was becoming increasingly clearer to Magnus that the man's strong build wasn't just for show. He responded to Connor's observation with a bit of exhilaration "it appears those muscles aren't just for show." Magnus said mentally suppressing the fact that at this point in time thanks to a certain curse that had been recently removed his own muscles in fact, were.
The fiery portals were something Magnus hadn't seen before, but they left him curious. He wondered just who could be doing this, perhaps a mage with spatial magic. Griswold did refer to them as portals, after all, magic was vast and unique to an individual. No two were exactly alike so how this worked was still a mystery to him. All he knew was his task at hand, to destroy the portals. He had heard of such mages and even met a few in his lifetime, but for one to summon Imp's, he couldn't possibly understand why. If it was indeed spatial magic. He watched as Griswold used his magic, the strange nightly hue beaming out to make the quick demise of one of the portals. Thankfully the imps had all scattered and Griswold was hot on their trail. Which meant they needed to follow him quickly and take out the portals with efficiency and speed. "Indeed, I did, now I suppose it's our turn."
As Connor was readying his spell "Change" Magnus quickly began to draw with his paintbrush wand alongside the wall he was standing by. "Feild of Wonder" Magnus mused as hues of silver, gray and blue, began to take shape into that of a blossoming blue rose flower. With a wave of his wand forward, it shot out in a steam blossoming into more and more sharp petals before bursting overtop of the portal engulfing the remaining portals entirely with a restrained size. Just enough for his wet paint to coat the flames and put them out while leaving the building structure, Connor and himself, unharmed and out of range.
“I agree, I think we did just fine. Now we must make haste, let us not forget just how fast the man we're following is, not to mention the creatures themselves." Magnus started his legs already moving toward the stairs, unlike Griswold there was no way his large frame would fit through the basement hopper. So up the stairs and out the front door, it was, as he followed after Connor, making sure to keep up with the young sensory mage, as he would be their best shot at catching up to Griswold post haste. Magnus chuckled at Connor's words as he pressed forward, he simply mused back "It's nothing at all, the best part is they're still only 5 cents!" Magnus would state with amusement as they made their way after Griswold and the imps.
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Summary: Magnus follows Griswold's lead, he uses his spell "Feild of Wonder" to destroy the remaining portals, he has a dialogue with Connor and follows Connor's lead after Griswold and the imps.
Players with this perk have the option to charge attack-based spells up for as long as they want to build up that spell's power. That particular spell will be treated as having an additional +5 in power per post that it is charged with a max charge of 3 posts. When charging a player will pay the sustain cost of that spell, on the post that they wish to execute the spell it will cost the spell's full price. Players can only charge up a single spell at a given time!
Description: Magnus begins to draw with his paintbrush flowing mana through the brush and paint as he does so, the paint takes the color of frost blue and a light grey color, with dark and lighter shades to complement it and give his drawing detail, Magnus creates a field of light grey and frost blue roses. Breathing life into them with his mana these roses burst outward flowing toward the target in a arc, looking to overwhelm the target with them. These roses are made with paint pigments that emulate the look of the freeze element. The roses are 7inch bushels grouped together to equal to 3 meters in size but focusing can be made into one large mass of 10-meter rose bushels. Following the ammo rules, Magnus can create a number of additional roses based on his control stat to launch at a target. When Field of Wonder makes contact with a target, or simply reaches the end of its range, its behavior is determined by Magnus; it can either dissipate then and there, or it can explode into a flurry of sharp petals made from the roses that will cut targets within a 10-meter area. As per ammo rules, Magnus can fire off multiple Field of Wonders. However, if he chooses to make the roses detonate, the area of effect must be reduced proportionately; half as large (5 meters) for two roses, a third as large (3.3 meters) for three, etc. Attempting to cause Junior rank damage, minor cuts and bruises, and minor damage. The force of the bursting roses can knock back targets. Knock Back is calculated by 2m + 5 for every 10 power Magnus has.
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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