Knight's Court Inn
IC: Raz'nak
The announcer's voice woke Raz'nak from his bed. Raz'nak's bones clamored down the stairs of the hidden tournament inn room. Moving the sliding door, he continues his thoughts for dinner. Maybe they've got beef... I sure like beef. Though, I don't want to fill up before the big match... I hear snake is- Raz'nak thought, as he crashed into the hulking figure of Tronfros. "Oh, so they are in stock." Raz'nak admired, eying the gray beast before him.
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IC: The Barkeep
"Raz'nak, don't start scaring off my customers." the barkeep says sternly, shooing the skeletal off into the dining room. The bartender, a dwarf, strokes his beard and stares off into the ceiling chandelier. What else is there to do today? He shrugs, then waving a hand over a hand cloth. "Amen-alzarsi" he casts. The cloth then lifts itself into the air, and begins to clean the tankards. Waving another hand over the tankards, he speaks "Ravvivende", making the tankards over to the cloth to be cleaned, then bouncing onto a shelf under the bar with a tink!; apparently where other tankards were placed.
The dwarf turned toward Tronfros, slamming his hands down on the table with a smile. "What'cha looking for? Food, drink, or a bed?"
TAG: Tirin, Yorgmiester
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Outskirts of Kalgorith
IC: Eisician's Group
The wind blows across the field, making the water move slightly, but nothing appears to be the matter. "I don't think this water is dangerous, sir." Seaster said, his hands weaponless. "I think we'd be safe to cross." he smiled.
TAG: Fatscalyman
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Galath - Alleyway
Inside the envelope appears to be only a small fold of parchment; perfectly folded into a square. The parchment itself does not seem to be anything special. Debatra cannot sense anything magical about the parchment itself, but magical residue of an alerting spell appears to be on the edges of inner flap.
TAG: Debatra
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The Great Galath Library
Jeistan, Ryza, and Lucien looked through the shelves of books; one for magical resistance, another on the water conditions, and the other on the arts of necromancy.
Jeistan's search was instantaneously successful. Books and authors had thouroghly studied the art of magical resistance and countering it. It was only a matter of choosing one. Jeistan simply grabbed one at random, and headed toward a table.
The book, titled "Overcoming Your Elements", talked about knowing your situation and reacting accordingly. Magic is defended against very similarly as it is called upon: you draw upon your magical power, and focus it against the magic you wish to defend against. With an understanding of how the elements are formed from magic, a caster can learn how to disassemble the element from magical energy as easily as they know how to assemble it.
[TAG: Fatscalyman]
Ryza had discovered a Self-Recording log of water conditions of the Enlis-Roldaki waters. The page with the most recently recorded log contained the last ten years. The first eight years are recorded with normal readings, but year 9 is recorded with a sudden increase of pollution. Though nothing recorded in this log would cause such a sudden increase, higher levels of pollution appear to be emitting from the river you passed down. Regardless, a more detailed log of those waters in particular would need to be found to find the cause of the polluted water.
[TAG: Stealthy]
Lucien had the worst luck. None of the books on necromancy mentioned anything about Raz'nak's odd battle style. The books mentioned the exact opposite, with powers related to giving up your own power to fuel the strength of an undead creature. While none of the books lead to a solution, an interesting name came up in a book about famous necromancers.
Arago "Crimson" Urzi had mastered control of the body, and learned how to give up his own strength to actually improve it. With a magic tattoo branded onto his back, he allowed a stronger, constant stream of magic to run into his veins and fuse with the residue of magic that courses through a spellcaster's blood flow. With his tattoo and vast knowledge of the body, he gained the ability to control his heart rate and blood flow, moving it to parts of his body to enhance muscle strength, much like an alligator can. Additionally, by drawing blood, he can use the magic to temporary boost his abilities, store, and cast spells.
He was only known to have taken up a single apprentice after his discovery. While the reason is unknown, the tattoo was branded over the apprentice's wrist and palm. Crimson drew blood and cast the spell to give his apprentice the tattoo. Unbeknown to Crimson, the tattoo put Crimson control of his apprentice's blood flow, as magic that drew the tattoo was still Crimson's blood. Without control of his magic to endure the pain, his apprentice bled to death before Crimson's eyes.
[TAG: Tirin]
