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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Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on May 6, 2020 0:39:56 GMT -5
"Everybody run!" Shouted one man. "Get inside! Barricade the doors! Get everything reinforced now!" Shouted another. People were running off the streets of Kiten, trying to avoid the ire of something that was rampaging through the cobbled walkways. It was some sort of massive bull-like creature, with twisting horns of a metallic nature, turning its head this way and that, ripping asunder any wooden structure. Its nostrils flared with an otherworldly smoke and eyes glowed a bright orange. This was a mana beast, and why was it here? It had spawned from the ether, landing with a thunderous thump, caving in the earth around its cloven hoofs before the barn sized monster roared with the menacing intent.
What else kind of luck would the poor fallen Angel Cecile experience? She had been on the run from The Thieves' Guild, breaking free from the Spade Kingdom after declaring her emancipation from their ranks, she fumbled her way through the witches' forest, avoiding the ire of any sleeper agents therein. She worked her way out into the Clover Kingdom following the reopening of their borders. She did all of this only to be hunted further simply because she wished to be better than the greatest thieves and criminals of the world.
Hers was a goal unlike any other. She desired to be the most phantasmal force on this plane. To be the one who would pilfer, plunder, and procure every little ill-gotten gain from the masterful thieves of The Guild itself! She wished to be the Robin Hood to the people while keeping the fancy trophies for herself. Alas, that was easier said than done when most days she spent trying to scrounge up enough Yul to get a meal, be attacked by people while using her only two golems her grimoire allotted her, and encounter swathes of mana beasts.
All in all, it was a rather shitty turn of bad luck for the poor orange-haired lass, who now was trying to run into a nearby tavern to aid in the relief of anyone injured by this mechanical bull. As soon as she entered the tavern, everyone would witness it. Her grimoire, a gilded book with golden trim. Opening up the pages the even ones were black, the odd ones were white, the text was a deep blueish-silver. And as she invoked one simple spell, black wings sprouted from her back, simply single boned black wings befitting a rather simple angel, a fallen one. Over her head was a black ring tipped with four spikes driven through it, turning slowly as she generated a soothing light to run over anyone's injuries. She was a holder of a Four Clefted Spade grimoire, and a holder of a magic element unlike any other.
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] Kiten was a good place to relieve some stress when not having to worry about the Capital or the Golden Dawn. The various little places to congregate were so full, it was uncanny. The Shadow of Dawn had stopped in the town for a bit of a getaway after a rigorous amount of work that he had to do with the Magic Knights...he held a local forum for the nobles, trained daily, dealt with bandits, and even rumors of new shadow organizations forming right under his nose. [break][break]
Sitting at a bar he heard the crashing outside as he finished off the first glass of whiskey he had that day. Day drinking never felt so good...then this shit happens. He finished his drink before looking at the scared people pointing outside, talking about a damned mechanical bull rampaging through the streets. The girl that walked into the tavern had a weird look about her, but when she pulled out her grimoire, Zaven almost leaped into action, but instead just stood up as she began to heal everyone. ”That is great...never seen that style of grimoire before. A healer? Good, stay here with the people. I am going to go stop that thing out there. I assume it has something to do with you as well,” With a sigh he would just pass right by the fallen angel, his eyes scanned over her in a way that would show that he was indeed checking her over. [break][break]
Once outside he looked down each side of the street, the cloud of debris was easy to see before the actual whirring of machinery as the bull finally showed its face. ”Not the biggest bastard I have fought, but most certainly the most unique, come get some big boy.” Zaven said as he waited there in the street for the bull. AS it charged at him with full force the Shadow of Dawn took action as he let out a battlecry before becoming tense as the impact of the bull and man happened. The shockwave shattered windows as Zaven held the bull there in the street, it was burning hot and he did not yet know how to stop it...but he was sure that breaking the entire thing would do the trick.
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Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on May 16, 2020 5:26:18 GMT -5
As she knelt down to care for the people, a man walked by her like he was about to head out. It was always someone else handling this type of thing. She didn't want to be a bystander and just support the sidelines. SHe wanted to do something more, she desired a level of prowess to go toe to toe with anyone else. But here she was, tending to anyone that was even moderately wounded. Kneeling down as those wings sprouted, glowing black transparent and angled. Her hands moving around as she created little black circles that roamed over bodies to help heal them.
"I'll remain here! Those things, aren't from me, but, I can tell they're strong at least. Be safe." She commented to Zaven as he went out to tackle the first bull, who simply snarled and ground its hoof against the stone, kicking up cobblestone while glaring down at the captain. Those horns started to twist and turn, morphing into massive swords, the beast's power felt like it would put up a rivalry against Zaven's own. not only that, there was the roar of another beast.
It looked similar to the sword bull, but this one had much wider horns, plating like shields as it came charging down the street, horns together like a bulldozer, kicking up and shoving anyone out of the way as it charged at full speed, trying to shove Zaven into the other bull where he would be met with a gruesome blow of senior tier damage from two sources colliding if he didn't protect himself sufficiently!
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] The warning from the mystery girl was also filled with another question, but Zaven was not going to indulge himself in a Q&A session right now as he had successfully found himself between a rock and a hard place. Two roaring mechanical bulls now aimed at him to take him out of the game. He let out a sigh as he realized that if he tried to brute force this, there was a possibility of causing more collateral damage. So rather than trying to create a massive uproar. Zaven gathered forth as much Shadow mana as he could, his grimoire flew up beside him. ”Alright you oversized door knockers...time to show you what real power is. Erebus Strike!” The shadow of Dawn called out and a bow of shadows formed in his right hand as he aimed upward and shot two arrows in rapid succession. The man did not move from the spot, if the bulls were destroyed by the Grand Level AoE...great, but if by chance they were not then Zaven’s next move would be to wait until the last second and he would use his extreme speed to dodge out of the way within one meter of the impact. If that plan worked then the bulls will have stopped themselves and would leave Zaven there to survey the damage. [break][break]
”Every time I try and sneak away from my base...this shit happens...well not this specifically...but trouble always follows.” He would say before dusting himself off in case the trouble was nearby he would keep his bow out and readied for just an occasion, otherwise he would just walk back to where he met that girl. Once inside the bar again, if everything was taken care of, he would cancel out his spell and join her wherever she was healing people from. ”Whenever you are done...we need to have a discussion.” He would say and stay close by so that she could not try to get away.
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on May 29, 2020 23:46:44 GMT -5
Well Zaven's choice of magic attack was certainly very difficult to comprehend, considering he opted for an area attack in a lane, a lane which housed buildings and shops on either end of the street, while the two bulls were charging in to sandwich him, he blasted them away, but the resulting area damage would cause the buildings to quake, rupture, and break down! Not to mention the destruction, but the potential for loss of citizen life! Thankfully, when mana beasts tended to get inside of towns, there were people who were experienced in evacuation measures, save for those who were already injured.
Such as in the building which Cecile was tending to people in. While Zaven's attack and the collision of power and magic happened outside, glass windows were blown inward, sharp shrapnel scattering about like a conic spray of death from a shotgun. Cecile took a majority of them in her back and those black wings she had temporarily sprouted from her back, having wrapped them like a dome around two people who needed healing the most, well, not life-threatening levels of injury that required her mending mastery, but enough that she didn't want to see them hurt more, it would just mean more work for her!
When she was approached in the postgame, and people were coming out to tend to the damages and assess just how much magic and how much raw material it would take to fix the town's main street, it was up to Zaven to care for any of the payment for raw materials, it was his magic that blasted many of the shops, thankfully people could use magic to fix a majority of it THIS TIME.
When she was approached however and he requested an audience with her, she froze up, slamming her grimoire shut as she jumped from her healing duties and prostrated herself on the floor. Hands firmly against the hardwood, head down, knees tucked in as if giving reverence to some grand noble she had to grovel before. A great change from the aura of superiority she had when she was healing people earlier. "I'm sorry! whatever it is that I did I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I'm not worth the time to punish! I'll just be on my way and help pay for whatever I can with whatever I have! Forgive me for deigning to assume even that I should take on the responsibility of reparations given my lowly state of personal affairs!" WC: 416 TWC: 1140
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] With everything said and done, the two would finally meet after the people of the village began to clean, repair, and heal those wounded or trapped. He did not think that using his spell would cause that much damage considering it was just a way to neutralize opponents that were in a large area, but he supposed he could spare some time and yul to help them once he was done with whatever interrogation he was about to do. He walked up to the mage from before as she began to apologize and try to find the quickest route away from the place as possible. Zaven used his shadows to pull her to an alleyway that wasn’t destroyed as he looked at her, his azure eyes staring into the eyes of the girl before him. [break][break]
”I already asked once nicely...What were those bulls doing coming through here like that, the town was peaceful and there was nothing around for several miles when I last used my sensory...So tell me why I should not arrest you right now?” He would ask her as he leaned on the side of the alley wall, blocking the only entrance and exit that was available readily. ”Before you think about repayment...or just running please take note...I am the Shadow of Dawn, Zaven Blake...I do not forget names, nor do I forget faces...it is best that you answer me honestly…” He would finish off as he would hear the rubble being moved behind him as the two were seemingly left to their own devices at this point.
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Jun 10, 2020 2:58:41 GMT -5
As she was whisked away from one venue to another, people thanked her for her healing prowess at least. But Zaven wanted to know what it was that made those odd mana beasts. Cecile, in the alleyway with a man she didn't know, and who wanted to persecute her for something she did not do, just started to hyperventilate. Not a good look for someone innocent, huh? No, for the poor fallen angel, she was going from superiority mode of resting on the laurels of her healing hands, down in to the depths of feeling inferior to even the ground she stood upon as Zaven interrogated her.
Gulping, Cecile took a moment to try and collect her thoughts. It was like trying to swallow a wad of peanut butter the size of a watermelon, her throat just felt clogged. And she broke out into an animated sweat while he gave her the third degree.
You would think a captain of the magic knights knew how mana beasts worked, well, normal mana beasts, those were not normal mana beasts, but they weren't golems, she had no clue how to even something of that caliber and power! Alas, she was beholden to his rank and power to give an answer to the best of her ability.
"Forgive me, for I know not where their origin is. Alas, I know the most about nothing, as is my station of being foreign to these lands. Artemis herself was right as if sent in the form of an avatar, hunting for the downtrodden. I am unwelcome as is proper for one such as myself, I pray you shall go easy on one undeserving as myself, for my magic has not the skill to produce beasts of that magnitude." She looked so ready to accept her fate, just staring down at the cobblestone path they were on.
"Returning the fallen angel to her spot up in the heavens is not possible, down in to the depths, lower than the lowest, yet still not low enough for me." She clutched on to her chest in a forlorn manner, as if ready to wrench her heart out by her hand alone. WC: 365 1505
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] Zaven looked at the woman, she looked to be having a hard time with his questions, and it was certainly suspicious for her to be this way, but Zaven knew that in the face of someone much stronger it was an obvious tactic to act submissive...he finally sighed as she spoke and even talked down on herself. She was foreign that much was for sure, because the way she seemed to prostrate herself as if Zaven might kill her was something that was out of the ordinary. [break][break]
“Achilies, Talos...come forth.” Zaven would say as the golems were summoned into the world. He would not take his eyes off of this woman as he commanded the two golems to go and assist in the rebuilding process and cleanup. ”Ok then...let’s start new...you seem to have some sort of inkling as to who I am...formally you call me Zaven Blake, or the captain of the Golden Dawn...may I at least have your name or what you prefer to be called as ms.?” He would ask as he would extend a hand out to the woman in greetings. ”Also...I will just assume that you don’t know anything as you have said three times now...but I think it is best that we proceed to spend the day at least so I can know a bit more about you...to ease my mind on this matter. He would smile as he said this.
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Jul 6, 2020 0:58:18 GMT -5
As he summoned golems while she was looking down upon herself from the deepest depths, herself placed even lower than as deep as one was able to go, surmounting the impossible purely for self-deprecation and putting herself in a position of lacking anything.
Ah, so her senses for his strength were not remiss. As he introduced himself as none other than one of the greatest in the country, the strength of this man was enough to attain the title of captain. Bested only by the Wizard King. For that alone, Cecile felt herself shrivel even further, only to be brought back up as soon as she was asked her name.
Did he wish to know more about her, spend his day with her, and bask in her angelic graces? She, being a witch, was prone to personality quirks and the like, and when he offered, or rather, demanded that they spend time together so that he could surmise her intents for this nation, she beamed, a grin splayed over her face.
From the demure and downtrodden dark din of defeat to the vivacious vim and vigor of victory! Cecile places a hand over her chest, her other arm thrust outward as she posed with one foot tip-toed, the other planted firmly with confidence. "Cecile Iris du Ange, misplaced witch of the forest! Denizen of Spade Kingdom's ill-graces! You may refer to me as the Herald of Heaven's Higher Heroism! For it is I who comes with the angelic grace of my healing magics defying even the staunchest of infections. The most stern of diseases means naught before the glow of Heaven's own fallen angel!"
"For I am she who will protect the masses and defy the grimmest of injuries! There will be no final breaths on my watch. Defying the Ferryman himself his dues to keep the people rooted in the here and now, for never will it be their time whilst I am on the clock! However, to achieve this greatness, I require more power. And that power lies with former associates, those associates being the master thieves of the world." She chanted and declared to him proudly, her personality made an entire one-eighty here.
"For it shall be she, the fallen angel, the misplaced child of the forest, the herald of Heaven, that shall be renowned across the globe as the master of masters among the thieves! For 'tis my goal to fetch their coffers and trophies, and return them to the people!" Yeah, she was definitely a witch.
WC: 423 TWC: 1928
[Exiting due to being over three months old to free up a slot]
