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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There are reasons why certain mountain passages or caves are sealed away. Perhaps they are haunted or inhibit powerful dark magic properties from decades prior. The Cave of the Cursed Ned was one of those…a place where a horrible blood wizard attempted to transfuse blood into children to turn them into gruesome monstrosities. It never worked, but he managed to trigger the Lycanthropy curse, turning into a maddened wolf-man in the process. He was killed by a hunter many years ago, and the passage into his cursed cave was sealed as it drew bad things into the area… Whatever idiot unsealed it clearly messed up.
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Maximum Number of Players: 4
[break]Minimum Word Count: 3,000 per person
[break]Location: Hage
[break]Special Condition: Clear the enemies in the cave and seal it, for good this time.
[break] [break]Health Limit: Intermediate [break]Physical Speed: 15 m/s [break]Physical Damage: Intermediate [break]Magic Element and Types: n/a [break]Combat Style: These wolves are much more vicious and know exactly how to attack in order to disarm humans of their weapons! [break]Additional Information: Larger wolves, much more intelligent, the alphas of the pack.
[break][break] Name of NPC: Mature Werewolf x2 per person
[break] [break]Health Limit: Grand [break]Physical Speed: 20 m/s [break]Physical Damage: Intermediate [break]Magic Element and Types: n/a [break]Combat Style: It will heal Intermediate damage every post but will stop regenerating after they’re dead. It attacks with its long nails and sharp teeth. [break]Additional Information:Large semi-sentient humanoid wolves that can walk on their hind legs. Their eyes glow red and they tend to leap towards their enemies from out of the shadows. They take 50% additional damage from fire elements.
The wolves had been dealt with, the wargs had been knocked out, and a strange wolf person had been slain, put to death by the otherworldly dagger he held in his possession. While it was still not at all comforting that the dagger had asked him to murder the thing, there was no way of going around it and keeping the thing alive. It had been created by unnatural means, this much he knew to be certain, as killing the thing had it partially revert to a mostly human form. Mostly being a loosely used term, as very little of the man was left to actually call human. With the dagger handle deposited back into his pocket, the boy pressed on for the last time, going to a position within the woodlands that seemed the most likely to be the host to whatever dark powers that had turned this former logger into this abominable wolf creature.
Gawain didn’t know if there were any individuals out there that had the power to permanently warp the body of a human being into that of a wolf hybrid, or to pull the same kind of trickery yet performed instead on a wolf to give it more humanoid traits. Whatever the case, the near constant presence of wolves and wargs alike meant that someone who was actively trying to make these things would have ample supply of test subjects. With the town of Hage being as close as it was, and having the rogue’s refuge not that far from here as well, someone with the will, the determination and the depravity of mind would have all that they needed to further their craft. But maybe he was thinking too much into this. Maybe this was not something that was caused by one human and done unto another human. Maybe there was an altogether different explanation.
Shortly before the wolfman died, he had been able to faintly sense a peculiar source of mana fleeing the body, as if trying to get back to the location from which it hailed. And while trace amounts remained bound to the body of the hybrid, Gawain had managed to pinpoint the rough location where it had retreated into. And while this still left a good amount of space to sift through, it was better to have some faint idea as to where to start as opposed to having to search the forest in its totality, which simply was the sort of job no single person could pull off. Hell, not even a full magic squad would be able to search the totality of this forest within a week. So having this much of a pointer was about as good as he would be allowed to expect. So at the top of his breakneck speed, he rushed through the trees, racing past branches and boulders until he got to a point where the forest made room for a more mountainous region.
Here, the amount of activity he could sense around him was greatly reduced, though the presences that remained were larger and easier to pin down. Coming to a stop, the boy placed his hand to the ground as he tried to get a read on the situation. There were no wolves here, that much was clear, this was not their kind of stomping grounds, that was left to the larger creatures. Wargs however, they thrived in areas such as these. And they were here too, he could just feel it. Even though they would not reveal themselves yet, the amount of large openings in the rock walls were clear enough. They had their lairs here, they were the main predator in this place. Or rather, they had been before the hybrids had moved in. How did he know this? That was simple. He could see them. Two of them to be precise, standing at the opening of a particularly large cave opening elevated quite a bit above those of the wargs
They looked him over, with one remaining near the opening while the other took a few steps forward. Sniffing at the air as if trying to get a whiff of something in particular, once it stopped, it seemed to go from a somewhat neutral state into a very angry one. Shifting its pose, the beast locked Gawain in its sight. Wolves had amazing senses, and in Gawain’s mind, he came to the realization that maybe, just maybe, this creature was able to smell the scent of their companion’s blood on his being. He was the one that was responsible for one of them not coming back, ever, and it made sense for the beast to be upset because of it. But this was just Gawain trying to make sense of things. There was no way for him to know whether or not this was the beast was thinking, if it was even capable of thinking in any way or shape to begin with.
Whether it could think or not, it could absolutely act on whatever it was experiencing. Releasing a howl similar to the one he had already eviscerated before, a sort of tremor could be felt resounding throughout the surroundings, sending the wargs that were inside of their lairs into a frenzy. Rushing out of their caves and into the light, even someone as bad at sensing mana as Gawain could tell that these canines were being influenced by the two wolf monsters. Finding this kind of magic to be incredibly troublesome as he did not want to needlessly harm or kill animals that were innocent in all of this, part of him did wander what kind of animals these things could influence and stir into a frenzy in this way. But he did not want to wait around long enough to find out and put more creatures in harms way if he could help it.
Dashing up towards the two wolf hybrids, the wargs actively blocked his path as they snapped at his ankles from behind. Realizing that he would have to deal with them first if he was to get rid of the wolf men, him turning to face the wargs exposed himself to an attack from one of the wolves. Using what speed it possessed to make use of Gawain’s momentary lapse in judgement, it punched him straight at the head. Capable of putting up his hands to defend in some capacity, he could only brace himself as he got knocked back down to the lower region where the wargs were. Rolling backwards and getting back onto his feet, he regained his composure and footing quick enough to completely evade the next attack from the wolf man that dashed right after him. While his speed was admirable, it was nowhere near Gawain’s speed, that much stood as a rock above water.
What made things more troublesome was the fact that it was moving rather well in sync with the wargs, making it next to impossible for Gawain to use his cleaving magic without also eradicating the wargs that were maneuvering alongside it. Cursing under his breath, this provided him with a bit of a challenge at least, which was something new. It had been a while since a situation had actually proved challenging for him, so now was the time to see just how much of a challenge it could potentially become. Hearing the whispering of the dagger, telling him to destroy everything that stood in his way, the boy pushed the voice out of his head to the best of his abilities as he began a charge of his own. Launching himself at the wolf man, he altered his trajectory at the very last moment to evade a frontal attack from the hybrid, using his momentum to kick a warg across the floor and out of the fight.
With the wolf man still reeling from striking at air, it allowed Gawain a moment to get up close and personal with an altogether different Warg, punching it to the side of the snout and sending it to the ground. Aiming to bring down as many as he possibly could, he was stopped from striking down a third when the second wolf man made its way down and put itself between Gawain and the warg. Striking it in the chest with his fist, it seemed to put the creature into a state of considerable pain, though it was not enough to put it down completely, though it was close. This was good to know for a plethora of reasons, though the main one was that his training had once again proven to be fruitful, enough to the point where he could almost punch out an abomination such as this with a single strike. Bringing a wolfish grin to the boy’s face, the visible expression on the ‘faces’ of the wolves seemed to to show they were a whole lot less sure of themselves now.
Because what had still been a hunt a few moments ago had just turned into a fight for their own survival, a fight where they had gone from being the apex predators, the hunters, and became the hunted. Suddenly being afraid of a boy, said boy took a great deal of pleasure in seeing how these creatures were now stumbling about and sending out their wargs to fight for them. Clearly not sure whether they needed to make a run for it or if they had to keep up the fight, their restraint cost them another warg as Gawain knocked it out about as fast as it could get close to him. With their vanguard being taken down one by one and one of them having taken a rather serious hit from the boy, they threw in their lot with the wargs as they continued the assault. Coming at him with the last two remaining large wolves, they attacked high as the wargs came at him low. A solid strategy if any.
But after having been in this forest for as long as he had, fighting wolves, wargs and wolf men before, he had gotten used to how these things fought, allowing him to come up with ample strategy to deal with them without having to rely on weapons or magic. All he needed right now were his heightened battle senses, his physical speed and the strength of his muscles. Waiting for the first warg to snap, for the more brutal brawler of the wolf men to attack, and then for the moment the injured hybrid to come with the attack, Gawain suddenly increased his speed to the full totality. Because of the way in which his body was built, aside from being incredibly fast, he could push himself further the longer he was actually fighting. As such, he could push himself close to moving at forty meters per second.
To the wargs, it would seem as though Gawain had just disappeared. But the wolf men saw him move as fast as he did, their senses being more than adequate enough to keep track of him. However, just because they knew where he was and how he moved did not make them physically fast enough to do a damn thing about his next attack. With a powerful blow to the temple, the scrappier of the two wolf hybrids was struck to the floor so hard, several bones could be heard as they cracked under the weight of the strike. His initial blow had done a good deal of damage to the creature, though it was this one that truly brought home the bacon. Distracted momentarily by the fact that his compatriot had been beaten to death by a boy, said boy managed to close the distance between the two of them and strike it against the chin from below.
Almost launching the whole beast up into the air, he hadn’t the time to go after him and finish him with a final attack as the remnants of the warg pack that were still awake and angry came at him. Spinning on his feet and using his knee to kick the first warg into the second warg, the two collapsing into one another was enough to take them both out of the fight. And with that, the fight was more or less done and over with. For by the time the other wolf hybrid fell on his back and scurried to get back on his feet, Gawain was already standing over him, preparing to kill it. And he would have done it on the spot, though it suddenly took off running for the large cavern which the two of them had come from. Deciding to humor the idea of letting the creature go back to its lair, it was from this place that the warping mana had come.
For just as he had sensed it rushing off into this area when the first hybrid died, when he killed the scrappy one here at the base of the cave, he could clearly sense that its odd mana rushed back into this cavern. Following the hybrid as it scurred up the side of the mountain and made its way into the darkness of the cave, the boy did not have that kind of issue when scaling the rocks. With a few quick and nimble hops, he too stood at the opening of the cave, from which the first thing he could sense was a horrific scent. Like various corpses rotting in the same place with the scent only being able to escape one way. Pulling his cloak over his nose, he ventured inside to see just what the deal here was. For the first couple of meters, the cavern was rather dark, the only sound he could hearing being those of his own footsteps, as well as the heavy panting of the wolf man ahead of him.
Once he was reaching the back of the cave, he came across a large obelisk that exuded a strange red glow. Along its surface were various runic symbols that he recognized from his time on Skjaergard. But for what it was worth, these seemed older, the dialect making it impossible for Gawain to read what they were saying, though one thing did not need to be explained to him. This thing was dangerous. Preparing a spell to blow the thing to kingdom come, the wolf man was suddenly spurred into action. Whether it acted out of self-preservation or to protect the obelisk for some other reason, the hybrid took the full brunt of the attack as it got cut up and dissected into hundreds of smaller cubes before the attack moved onward. Striking the obelisk and reducing it to small blocks and chunks of stone, a surge of mana pushing from inside sent them into all directions as the source of the alteration was destroyed once and for all.
Name of Spell: Grid Elemental Type: Air Pressure Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Attack Creation | Sensory (Homing) Range & Speed: 150m | 85 m/s Mana Cost: 50 | 25 Stats Effected: +12 Power Applicable Perks: Overpowered | Quick Shot | Battle Knight | Apex Predator Description: By pointing his right fist at a chosen target or direction while simultaneously forming the half-dragon seal with his left hand, a grid-shaped pattern of air pressure magic will rapidly form right in front of his right fist. When he opens up his fist, the grid will launch forward instantly, slicing through buildings and obstacles in its path and leaving it in the shape of cubic bits and pieces of roughly equal size, leaving deep lacerations and cuts and being potentially lethal on a direct hit. For every 50 Control, an additional shot can be fired. In addition, the accuracy and chance to hit can be further improved by utilizing Homing rules, including following the target in adherence to those same rules. The square-shaped grid is roughly 12 meters wide, being invisible to those without at least 50 Sensory, appearing as a wispy green grid to others.
Ducking as the stone cubes were blown across the cavern at high speeds, the spell he had used to decimate the last of the wolf men and the cube, resulting in its explosion had together caused the structural stability of the cave to be rendered nil. Beginning to come down around him and bury all traces of what had happened here, Gawain started dashing towards the entrance. Luckily for him, his greatly increased physical speed too him out of the place in under three seconds, though he certainly experienced some flashbacks from back when he had to escape from a crumbling underground laboratory back in Kiten’s foothills. Getting out with ample time left, the cavern came down slowly behind him as he watched the stones fall and begin burying its contents. As he looked into the darkness to see it all happen, he just thought about what the obelisk was and why it had been here.
It had clearly been of some sort of Skjaergardian origin, though that would not explain why it was here and not an entire ocean’s worth of water away from here on the actual islands. Whatever it was, and whatever purpose it might have served, it was gone now. And good riddance. Things like that had no place here, as the inhabitants of Clover were not used to these sorts of things. They were used to the country being besieged by demons, and said demons being handled by the magic knight squads. They had experienced wars with other kingdoms. But these kinds of odd primordial forces were not something the people of this country had any truly valuable knowledge about. No, these sorts of things were better off being destroyed rather than being hoarded away by the Church, as it’d likely have ended up in their vault if it had been reported in intact.
Maybe after the report came in, the Church would still swoop in to collect the remnants of the obelisk from under the collapsed rocks and earth, and he would welcome them to it. But he could not risk anyone else, be it a person or an animal to come into contact with that thing and risk them becoming monsters that needed to be put down. Walking back down to where the wargs were still unconscious along the ground, the boy inspected the scrappy wolf hybrid he had struck dead. Inspecting it for a bit, he could sense that not a trace of the odd mana inside of it remained, nor did it seem to plague the wargs in the area. But as the effects of the obelisk were mostly all gone, leaving only slight deviations such as a snout and claws, Gawain believed he had done the right thing by putting them out of their misery while getting rid of the obelisk in the same attempt.
But he would not leave the body here. Not knowing what kind of residuals the obelisk might have left in their warped flesh, the Silver Eagle would drag the body with him throughout the forest and away from the wargs. Taking it to where the other wolf man had been killed before, a good deal away from the cave region, he began digging graves for the two former humans. Before this fate had befallen them, the three of them had all just been loggers from Hage, trying to get some quick money from cutting down trees and selling the lumber illegally. But their greediness and disregard for nature had been the thing that put them into contact with the obelisk, and what had been the reason they became monsters that needed to be culled. It was honestly quite sad, as the boy did not really know how to explain the situation in the village. But at the end of the day, the only thing he had to report was there now being an end to the wolf attacks around the village.
