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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A dark night in Aries Garse, with the sounds of banter and belligerence provoked with booze backed bets filling the candle lit streets. Footsteps could be heard as denizens of all statuses walked the roads in search for entertainment. Some seeking well dressed mates, others looking for the expression of creativity. A few even decided to hunt for elusive dishes that only came out of hiding when the sun passed the horizon. For most however, the goal tonight was to chance their pocket linings with the opportunity to fill them. Yes, it was gambling night!
A group of buzzed up men saw fit to enter the casino with the ambitions of coming home with a payday. The satchel full of 'honest' earnings to be filled even further. Gorged even, said the leader with the dusty maroon overcoat. His fellows, adorning turbans, laughed at the possibilities while tossing in what the winnings could be used for. They continue to toss ideas about as they left their starting bar and made their way on the cobbled road towards the gambling district. The night was young and there was much to experience still!
Tempted by the possibilities, one of the younger peons of the group suggested they take the alleyways and cut through to the casino area. The leader stroke his facial hair, agreeing with the suggestion. Making an exit from the main road stage right, the leader bumped into something and instantly went to a snarl.
"What's the fokken idea? Wier walken er!" --------
Bandit Leader: Intermediate Health; Silver String/Hex; armed with a heavy saber Bandit A: Intermediate Health; Copper Cloth/Attack Creation; armed with a heavy saber Bandit B: Intermediate Health; Copper Cloth/Defense Creation; armed with a heavy saber Peon A: Junior Health; armed with a heavy scimitar Peon B: Junior Health; armed with a heavy scimitar
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on May 30, 2020 0:43:27 GMT -5
Why in the world was she here? Sure, she wanted to be the greatest of thieves to ever walk the terra that they called the planet, but to be in a den of undesirables? A place like this? She just could not fathom what brought her to such a locale and with the sun waning on in to dusk, she could only feel her pule hasten, gulping in nervousness while her inferiority complex began to take hold. Who was this worried little thing? It could be no other than the wayward warrior from The Spade Kingdom, it was Cecile iris du Ange, an emancipated former member of the Thieves' Guild, looking to challenge her former employers and bring them down a few notches or a hundred!
While she meandered through the menacing multitude of menacing men and the like, Cecile was attempting to seek out a place to call home, and people to call her allies in times of need. But, whatever this was here, this place? It would not be the place to call home, she would not be able to feel safe here, sure, she would be hidden from The Thieves' Guild, she would be feeling menaced by everyone else, everyone here looked like they were a rough and tumble sort of person, and that did not bode well for either of her two searches thus far.
So enwrapped in her own thoughts she was that she did not see the gaggle of guys gaining on her, turning the corner of an alleyway to bump into one of them. Stumbling back several steps, the witch grabbed her grimoire defensively, not as if she were going to cast a spell, but because she was holding the gold-trimmed brim of her book's covers up like a shield. "S-sorry! I haven't the worth to be deigning you with my presence, let alone speaking to thee!!"
Actions Taken - Leader cast a junior rank string spell at Cecile's feet, reducing her speed by -4 - Bandit Peon attacks Cecile for junior damage and intent to pin her down. - three - four - five
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Complacency and alcohol never mixed well, be it with unshackled intentions suddenly meat for a den of starving wolves or mead to fill an empty pint. Cecile's answer was like a sweet scent to the men seeking trouble this evening. Their leader raised an eyebrow, beginning to scan the red haired vixen with a leer befitting desires unbecoming of a gentleman. With a grin growing to each side of his face, the man took out his grimoire and made a small whistle to his crew. Each of the men join in with their snickering, forming a wall with their bodies at the entrance of the alley. The sight became something of a commonplace view; drunkards loitering untl their next move.
Three of the men sufficed for the wall, leaving the leader and one of the peons to deal with Cecile. Grimoire in hand, the leader blabbed a spell that suddenly spawned a mess of tangled string on the ground where the red-haired one stood. An obstacle spell of sorts that revealed the archetype for his spells: a hexer. This leader had every intention of doing harm to the would-be lass!
"Oy you! Restrain her. I tink its fittin to start this here night with a bit of carnal fun ayy?" the leader said with a sneer. "We'll gag er till we can bring'er to somewhere quieter. Or sumtin, JUST GIT'ER."
The peon lunged at Cecile, scimitar drawn and blunt side ready. He did not wish to damage the goods if at all possible, but was not above a few knicks and scratches! Bruises had their charm after all! --------
Bandit Leader: Intermediate Health; Silver String/Hex; armed with a heavy saber Bandit A: Intermediate Health; Copper Cloth/Attack Creation; armed with a heavy saber Bandit B: Intermediate Health; Copper Cloth/Defense Creation; armed with a heavy saber Peon A: Junior Health; armed with a heavy scimitar Peon B: Junior Health; armed with a heavy scimitar
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Jun 10, 2020 2:23:34 GMT -5
While she was more than overwhelmed by the sense of injustice and depravity in this place, she was more taken aback by what the leader of the group did, taking out his spellbook immediately. When he spouted on about carnal desires and hexed her, she immediately started to try and move away from it, to make a breakthrough the wall of peons, only for another attack to come her way. Knocked in the side of the head by the pommel of a scimitar, she stumbled to the side, trying to catch herself only to crumble down to the ground of the alleyway, where they would seek to try and take advantage of her vulnerable position.
However, they were sorely mistaken that she would be some sort of pushover. With her grimoire drawn at the same time, she opened it while the ebon light of a fallen angel engulfed the darkness of the alley. If one could say that the light of the dark was a thing, this would be it. Obscured in a flash of black, everything was blacked out for but a moment.
When it cleared and light returned, Cecile had a thorned black halo of semi-transparent light hovering over her head. From her back were two pairs of sharp-angular protrusions that were like some form of an angled wing. These too were somewhat see-through, and she revealed her power, the power of a fallen angel.
"What the hell? SHe's got some weird-ass power?" "How the hell should I know? We just ran in to her!" "Well I don't kno-what the hell?!"
They were all shouting among each other that none of them noticed before it was upon them. Some strange single creature summoned from the book. With four tall angled down tent post legs, white spiral stripes lining the legs. It roared from somewhere, and kicked two of the men straight out of the alley and in to the main street. WC: 323 TWC: 638
Actions Taken - Leader cast a junior rank string spell at Cecile's feet, reducing her speed by -4 - Bandit Peon attacks Cecile for junior damage and intent to pin her down. - three - four - five
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Rubbing her slightly sore shoulders, Bryn took a long stretch as her slow stroll down the evening robed road went with no direct destination in mind. She had half a mind to get herself a drinking partner in what appeared to be a mead festival near the city's square. Anything to make her forget the amount of perverts she worked with today at a spa. Truly, this may be one of her shorter visits to a town during the pilgrimage around the Clover Kingdom. Or she would have to up her standards in regards to helping those who ask. Cleaning used baths while refusing degenerates surely may appeal to some but the Halcyon pugilist was not in the selected niche. Still, her biting this bullet did allow the children of the spa to play in what they said was a 'first in evers!' Had she been offered the same choice again...she'd suck it up. These young spirits would carry the will of the country in the future after all!
Plus getting a complimentary soak before a little fun out tonight definitely made up for the struggle. Thinking about what she wanted to bring back to the common regions, Bryn stopped suddenly as a pair of bodies flew out of an alleyway to her right. More accurately, they seemed to have been flung out of there by what appeared to be a confrontation. Instinctively saying "Prajvalit" and taking up a high guard, Bryn quickly turned to face what may have been going on around the corner. Her fists coated in a red aura with dancing cinders, the girl did a small double take upon seeing the sort of monstrosity that stood before the panicked men.
The poor lighting made it difficult to quickly discern that whom the men were confused about was actually a mage. Translucent wings, perhaps made of a liquid, allowed the light of the streets to pass through easily. She couldn't determine a reason why these men would be in such a stupor, though the stench of alcohol may have had a firm hand. Taking a risk befitting a hot-head such as her, Bryn quickly jumped into the fray. Her footsteps caused two of the bandits to turn around to check, seeing Bryn's mid swing kick just moments before impact. The loud crack of leather meeting bone echoed in the alley, as the two bandits were sent violently crashing into the alley's right wall. Following up, Bryn planted one of her legs down firmly as she swayed momentarily to the back.
She tucked her arms and head in towards her chest, then quickly lunged her now extended shoulder forward to collide into the bandit's chest. The two bandits, having the wind forcibly crushed out of them, slumped to the ground defeated. Their leader remained focus on Cecile but called out to his defeated posse as to what was going on back there. Bryn had a devilish smirk on, sending the other mage a silent message suggesting to join her in a tag team attack. Bryn moved in quickly, prompting a sudden response from the brazen man they were fighting. He grabbed the handle of his scimitar, grinning as he thought the weapon would be the key difference in tackling the unarmed annoyances around him.
CLANK! The sword's pommel was halted by the cement wall while the leader attempted to draw the weapon. It's oversized nature obviously ill suited to being effective in such a narrow space. The color of the bandit's face paled as the realization dawned upon him; he was utterly screwed.
"Going low!" Bryn called out, making the leader jerk his leg's towards Cecile as an attempt to contort his body out of the way. Bryn laughed at the feeble attempt.
She planted her rear leg down and delivered a heavy stomp right below the backside of the bandit's kneecaps. He bellowed in pain as she jokingly called out, "Psyche!" --------
Bandit Leader: Junior Health; Silver String/Hex; armed with a heavy saber Bandit A: KO Bandit B: KO Peon A: KO Peon B: KO
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Jul 6, 2020 4:12:57 GMT -5
With one of her golems invoked on instinct alone, she was protected by one of the first circle, the first order, an angel. Nuviel as she had quaintly come to call him. With Nuviel in the field now, and two men thrown out, there were three more, though another two were swiftly dealt with by the arrival of a crusader, a vigilante looking to lend a hand to the down-trodden fallen angel.
Nuviel skittered through the alleyway, lowering itself down while those spirals on its legs shifted, changing where the location of its joints were, bringing its body down like a shield over Cecile. Of course, it was just working to protect her, and protect her it did from the leader of these ruffians, who was hacking away at her golem, her messenger from up high.
Sifting through her grimoire, she gulped, before calling out, "I call upon the second order of the first circles. The Archangels. Hear my call, send Stalviel to my aid!" In a flash of dim dark-light, a new body appeared. This one seemed to be six feet tall, had three arms, though one was poised over a shoulder like a wrapped scarf, one sunken red recees in what could be called its head.
Hovering, or rather, balancing on a fine point on the ground, it was shaped like a top, a child's toy. Though that pin-point bottom unfurled before it crouched down and swiveled about, striking the man three times, and sending him in to the trash on the other side of the alleyway. With the battle swiftly ending as quickly as it did, Cecile clamped her grimoire shut, her two golems fading away in a blink of white light with a finite point of black in the center.
She was huffing and panting, before shakily getting up straight and looking over at the person who had come to lend her a hand, "Sorry I am, were I not to send my protection away, I fear they may have lashed out at you next. Thank you, thank you for helping me." She said this while those faded-light wings slowly folded back into a single glyph hovering behind her and faded away, just as the halo did along with it.
She was certainly an odd one out, her attitude, her magic, and that spade symbol on her grimoire, she was from The Spade Kingdom?!
Actions Taken - Leader cast a junior rank string spell at Cecile's feet, reducing her speed by -4 - Bandit Peon attacks Cecile for junior damage and intent to pin her down. - three - four - five
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The battle was settled and largely a one sided fight. Whoever they were picking on was armed with quite an element, drawing forth beings befitting scriptures of the church. Bryn would have to confess that she lacked the knowledge of specifics regarding whom these golems represented. She was merely going on what the bards and hymns often spoke about whilst describing the beings above. All the same, the rest of what was coming out of this girl's mouth made not a lick of sense to Bryn. Was this the pinky's way of telling her she was sparing Bryn from damage? This wasn't her first golemancer encountered, but the difference in how they were utilized definitely screamed inexperienced compared to Bryn's first go around. Shrugging it off as a misunderstanding, Bryn decided to offer an introduction to change the pace of discussion. Maybe toss in a different location as well. Dark alleyways were bad flags to be crossing at this time at night.
"Oookay then." Bryn started off with a rough start, "Well if it's all the same to you miss....whoever you are, I'm fancy not walking down dark and dank alleyways near the bar sector. Not unless you want more trouble like these hoodlums knocking at your knickers. What say we just take the main road down to the waterway? Make some small talk or whatever it is to get your mind off this experience?"
As she waited for the girl to respond, Bryn hoisted up the bodies of the beaten drunkards and laid them with their backs propped up alongside the entrance way to the alley. It didn't take long. Most of these guys were buzzed at best, so the fear of accidentally pushing the puke button was no where on the table. She did suffer a penalty to her hygiene however, given that these tools definitely skipped showers on a regularly basis. Putting the leader down finally, bryn wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and gave the golemancer more small talk.
"Name's Bryn by the way. Never got your name, unless you also wanna quickly stuff that into your grimoire too just like that golem of yours. Bucker up a little. Not everything will fade to dust if you decide to accidentally sneeze on it you know!" she spoke with a smile.
Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Aug 18, 2020 4:07:32 GMT -5
She lowered her gaze at the ground the moment the woman, calling herself Bryn, spoke about not worrying about everything crumbling to dust. "Forgiveness, I beg of you. I am not accustomed to adhering to the norms that people set out. My mannerisms, I am not one to reign in. Alas, I shant face the music any time soon, for I am too turned away from the own visage I see in the reflection." What the hell was she on about?
Well, the moment they set out onto the main road, she continued to walk on with Bryn, hands together, gaze down at the ground. "My name..." She trailed off before coming to a slow stop, grasping her book dearly close to her chest. Mumbling 'my name' several times before she flourished about in a grand manner. A hand over her face with her fingers splayed out as if grasping a mask. Her posture was low, striking a valiant pose of a hero of justice, book at the ready for up overhead in the grasp of her other arm, thrust outward for balance.
"My name is Cecilia Iris Evangeline du Ange! The fallen angel heralding the heavens from on high. All shall know the great story that is my name, that is my epithet. For I shall be the one to carve her name into the annals of history! She, the pauper of Spade, the refuted black angel, shall see herself sit atop the summit of fame and infamy, balanced upon the Occam Edge of duality. Mine is the rite given to me mandated by my nature, and nurtured into! The thieves of the world shall quake, for I shall work to be the strongest thief in all of history, and take from them that which is rightfully other peoples'! This girl had a total eighth-grader syndrome.
