Swords of the Fallen (Fantasy RP)(Started Open, PM CS to GM)
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Henry shook his head in a silent fit of laughter as he watched Malyc carry an unwieldy golden bow as he sprinted to catch up. He gave a whistle and raised his eyebrows.
"Fancy, Malyc. If you go shooting any bandits with that thing, they'll probably charge for you first. That thing must be worth a fortune! Let's just hope you have more practical weapons stashed somewhere."
"Fancy, Malyc. If you go shooting any bandits with that thing, they'll probably charge for you first. That thing must be worth a fortune! Let's just hope you have more practical weapons stashed somewhere."
Drogon watched the small scouting party dissappear into the horizon.
"How rude, he did not even answer me."
Although there still were some people left on the meadow, he felt alone. Not that it was bad, and he had gotten used to being alone.
Drogon sat down on the ground and fished the little black book out of his pocket.
Alone or not, he had magic to study.
"How rude, he did not even answer me."
Although there still were some people left on the meadow, he felt alone. Not that it was bad, and he had gotten used to being alone.
Drogon sat down on the ground and fished the little black book out of his pocket.
Alone or not, he had magic to study.
Rena flew up above their heads, making sure that she had a good view of the mountains since that was where they were going to find the bandits. She wasn't going to fight any of the bandits, like ordered, but she did wish she could play a trick on at least one of them.
"Hardly, I am a traveling mage. I work for coin and knowledge, much like a sell-sword if you want."
Drogon looked at Athgar.
"I try to prioritize knowledge over coin, but well. A vulcan got to eat. How about you?"
Drogon looked at Athgar.
"I try to prioritize knowledge over coin, but well. A vulcan got to eat. How about you?"
"I help the local guards with bar fight,and occasionaly a bandit raid.It's surprisingly good gold,but being a mage makes people cautious towards me but, life is life i guess.Oh i'm also a womanizer,thats important too.And i like a good drink or two...Or twenty."Athgar jokingly said.
"A drunkard mage? How? Don't the drinking fog your mind and ruin the perfect state of mind needed to preform great acts of magic?"
Drogons normally calm voice was picking up some pace.
"What do you do? How do you practise your magic?"
Drogons normally calm voice was picking up some pace.
"What do you do? How do you practise your magic?"
"Well being drunk helps me endure more pain and it helps me cast stronger spells.Go figure huh?"Athgar sits down,Takes his lute off his back and plays a little melody."I help people,when it's convenient for me of course.I don't really "practice" magic,i just sort of..Do it.I'm not into all of that "peacefull state of mind" stuff.I'm more into throwing fireballs,raising the dead and having my companions' back in general.What about you? I don't know much about the Vulcans"Asked Athgar while his lute playing gets louder.
"You'd be surprised how well-armed I am, Malyc," Henry grinned. "I may not like fighting, but I'm a walking arsenal."
Henry turned his gaze upwards to Rena, who looked intent on playing a trick or two on any unsuspecting bandits who crossed her path.
"Rena, don't blow our cover with one of your tricks!" Henry shouted against the wind. "And Malyc, Aaron, and myself are friends, not targets for any practical jokes! Got it? Good."
Henry turned his gaze upwards to Rena, who looked intent on playing a trick or two on any unsuspecting bandits who crossed her path.
"Rena, don't blow our cover with one of your tricks!" Henry shouted against the wind. "And Malyc, Aaron, and myself are friends, not targets for any practical jokes! Got it? Good."
" The Vulcan is a great people. True, proud, honourable. And way to conservative for their own best. Little force is used to develop talents beyond the traditions. That is what made me leave them. There was no room for me."
Drogon takes a short brake from talking.
" That, and being thrown out of my academy. "
Drogon takes a short brake from talking.
" That, and being thrown out of my academy. "
"No, I kind of tried to *liberate* a few books from a sealed of part of the library."
Drogon changed tone, clearly trying to change subject.
"I have little knowledge about healing and just a little into resurrection. Never really got the taste for it. Mind sharing som information on the subject?"
He carefully put the small book back in his pocket.
Drogon changed tone, clearly trying to change subject.
"I have little knowledge about healing and just a little into resurrection. Never really got the taste for it. Mind sharing som information on the subject?"
He carefully put the small book back in his pocket.
"Well as you probably know resurrection is the art of raising various kinds of monsters from the depths of darkness and hell alike.It's actually very hard to master.I don't have too much knowlege about healing,cut wounds and things like that.Healing is surprisingly difficult to master as i've seen many mages struggle with it.It can be very handy if you're in a group.Anything else you need to know?"
"Must look into that sooner or later. I only really know frost magic. I guess I spend more time learning about magic than learning magic, if you see what I mean. I search out tomes and tablets, not spells. How do you fight with lightning magic? I know frost is all about battlefield control, and fire all about destruction. But I am unsure of the general fightingstyle amongs lightning mages."
"Well it has a "chain" effect,meaning it can strike multiple enemies at a time.But i do have to be careful where i shoot it because i wouldn't wanna zap any of my companions.I can also make a sort of lightning shield but that drains me up fast so i only do it in the most desperate of situations......"After a short period of silence Athgar mutters"I need a drink..."
"Well there happenes to be a inn by the road nearby. Want to *gather information* for our trip over there?"
Halgon turned his attention to Drogon, after he had swallowed what he had said. "Resurrection huh? I always thought that which is dead, should stay dead. I wouldn't want to be resurrected." Halgon pulled out a leather strip, sat in a rock nearby and started sharpening his sword with the strip. The sword was short and seemed to be made of black iron, the blade was curved and extremely sharp, one could see the edge. "So Athgar, tell us, what's your story? I mean, the whole story?"