In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Karro walked the barren lands and wondered how he made his way so far off the beaten path and wound up in the middle of no where, in the fringe a neutral land between all the kingdoms though this area was closer between spade and clover. His flask was empty but he was very much feeling the various effects of what he had been drinking and indulging in, his mind was as blank as an unused piece of paper and his body was warm and numb. He was lucky to even be able to tell he was in the fringe in the grand scheme of things.
Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Mar 8, 2022 16:39:04 GMT -5
What the fuck was this…an Azure Deer out this far towards Spade…Jorah sighed as he tapped his chin for a moment, he was just following a lead from a few weeks ago that led him to a bar in the area for a job…but it was honest smuggling work…weapons…no children, no drugs. Yet here came this Azure Deer, drunk off his ass walking down towards the treeline.
”HEY, BLUE PEACOCK! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT THIS WAY!” He called to the man as he scratched the back of his head and started to walk towards him.
“Blue Peacock?” Karro thought to himself as someone called out to him or at least that was what he thought as he didn’t see anyone else in the area. He even bothered to look around as if maybe someone had teleported next to him or maybe a legit blue peacock had appeared. There were stranger things that have happened in this world but he turned his attention back on the one who called out. It was an older man much older then Karro and something about him seemed to familiar in the back of the drug addled and drunk mind of the young Ravencrest. “Jorah. Of the downtrodden and disgraced Von Schrukes.” Karro said out loud his train of thought continuing unfiltered. “I bet your brother and mother would love to see how well you have lead the family.” Karro said laughing. He didn’t care if he offended the known rogue or anything. He didn’t really even know if he was actually experiencing this right now or it was some weird dream.
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Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Apr 27, 2022 13:21:53 GMT -5
He had called out to the youth and he had received…no answer initially and he was just going to blow it off, but…fate does work in mysterious ways…Karro was slow on the uptake but called him out by name and Jorah stopped just past him and he took a breath, he was not angry that he was recognized, but he was in no mood to fraternize or otherwise create a scene…even though his words may have proven otherwise. When he mentioned Jorah’s family the imitation mage, the gentleman rogue…well he could not stand it when his family was brought up…that was HIS FAMILY…HIS PAST…HIS MADNESS. ”Holdtight you fucking ingrate!” He would say with a guttural growl…not caring where they were…the grimoire floated beside him and a green magical seal floated directly in front of his left hand as he fired vines at Karro, if he did not doge…they would wrap his body and attempt to restrain him as Jorah’s eyes burned with hatred as Karro would finish his words. ”You filthy…little…fucking brat. You want to know what my family thinks of what I have done in their name?” He pulled his sword from his scabbard and then he stabbed between the vines and into the stomach of Karro, of course it was all only available to do so if Karro was successfully restrained, otherwise his words would be just that…words…
However, if he was successful he would speak loudly, spittle spraying from his lips as he would twist the sword in the wound before performing a slash to remove the blade by cutting through his body. ”You can ask them that yourself! Pressure Chamber!” He would say as Jorah raised his hands up at an angle, four small balls rotated out from his grimoire and spread out in the maximum 20 meter radius and the spell would bring gravity down upon Karro’s body and everything else in the surrounding area as trees splintered and buckled under the pressure and Joras stood there as he licked his lips. Bringing the sword back, he would attempt another stab into the chest of the Ravencrest. ”I will crush your bones into dust and I will go to your entire family and fucking burn everything you have EVER known, ever WILL HAVE, and EVERYTHING about them…I will salt the fucking earth where your family falls and you are the beginning to my fucking epic tale.” He would say as he would twist the blade had it worked, dropping the restraint so he could look at this fucking fool before killing them.
Vines covered Karro’s body, restraining him in place not that the mage cared he was still in a state of stupor and numbness. “What a strange dream.” Karro muttered as Jorah’s anger was unleashed upon him. A hot piercing feeling started at his stomach and spread through his body as if he had been injected with whiskey. “Such warmth.” Karro said as the blood spilt from his gut and poured down his legs and onto the ground. It would seem the time for his death was now, though it seemed more that Jorah had plenty in store for him but Karro wasn’t going to give anyone the reaction they desired as he was falling asleep.
The blade tore a large gash across his body the light leaving his eyes and the darkness enveloped Karro’s mind. “Such peace.” Karro said with the last of his breath before he felt the weight of the Gravity spell. Though through his dying mind it felt more like a weighted blanket set upon him by a caring mother and he breathed no more. Unresponsive and gone from this world.
The life and death of Karro was neither spectacular or awe-inspiring, he was just another cog in the wheel of time.
[Karro Ravencrest has dead from extensive loss of blood, multiple stab wounds and crushed bones/organs.]
Post by Jorah Von Shurke on Apr 30, 2022 13:59:33 GMT -5
Jorah saw the light go dark and he honestly lost track of how many times he stabbed the body by the time he was done with it all though…Karro Ravencrest was no longer a part of this earth. ”Fucking….filth…the world is a MUCH better place with you no longer in it.” He spat on the ruined body of the azure deer before he reached down and tore the ruined, bloody mantle from the shoulders of the dead Karro. ”Do not worry I will put this to good use. Perhaps as toilet paper or as a napkin. Go see your filthy fucking family in hell you piece of garbage.” Jorah would say as he would leave the body there in the wild, he did not care who found it or who ate, whatever they decided to do with it…was no longer his problem. He quickly straightened himself up and looked back at the body once more and his eyebrow twitched. He wiped the blood on a dry section of clothing before putting his sword away and then with a sigh he would fetch a cigarette from his jacket before lighting up and continuing on his way to some sort of hole in the wall tavern in some unnamed village…he needed a drink.
Post by Jorah Von Shurke on May 3, 2022 18:44:35 GMT -5
Jorah made it into the closest village…he was still coming down as his heart beat in his throat from the act. He did not get a rise from killing, at least…not normally. However, that fucking piece of shit…spoke of his family…it was not something he was going to take kindly to. He went to a tavern and drowned the voices in his head, slowly the voices of his family, the voices he remembered…echoed…fading…fading…then they were gone as Jorah just drank and smoked until the tavern closed up shop. Jorah scoffed and found a local inn, of course he was drunk…irritated…but numb, tonight he would sleep with troubled…feverish nightmares and then he would wake up when the sun would hit him in the morning, have a headache…he would throw up the previous nights festivities and then he would leave…a practiced…simple…routine…
Post by Jorah Von Shurke on May 4, 2022 17:21:25 GMT -5
In the morning Jorah did his usual routine, taking a hot bath to relax his muscles. He was still numb to everything that had happened the day prior and he was just going through the motions, but he had a thought…that Ravencrest mentioned his mother and brother…but not his father…a knowledge that SHOULD NOT be commonplace. It made the gentleman rogue think for a time as he sat there in the lukewarm water, watching the skin on his hands prune as he began to make connections in his mind. Soon he got out of the tub and dried himself off before going out to find some food to get his mind moving at the speed it needed to.
Post by Jorah Von Shurke on May 5, 2022 12:29:37 GMT -5
He was able to find food relatively easy, taking his time to eat as there was a ruckus in town as they discovered the body of the dead Karro…they brought it in for examination and to try and find the identity of the man. Jorah was of course silent as the rest of the inn moved towards the windows to watch the death wagon that rolled into town. The eggs were good, fresh farm eggs and for once…no shell. A slice of thick cut ham, seasoned and browned with a good flame. Hot potato grits, and some coffee…staples of a breakfast of an absolute existence. Jorah hummed a small tune as there were a few people walking in and talking about rumors of what might have happened. Jorah paid little mind to it all for now…it was still breakfast time after all.
Post by Jorah Von Shurke on May 12, 2022 15:55:11 GMT -5
After breakfast Jorah calmly and slowly gathered his things before leaving for his home once more, smoking from a pipe as he did so, he paid no attention to any of the people that were on the road between the villages. He was long since over this nonsense now and he was looking forward to causing more trouble in the world for the future he wanted to realize.