Swords of the Fallen (Fantasy RP)(Started Open, PM CS to GM)
- Thread starter staika
- Start date
Recommended Videos
Gnûrlon laughed.
"Albin is fine, thank you very much. It seems that trowing up your breakfast can do wonders!" Gnûrlon responded to Drogon.
"No, but lets be serious now. Well my arms are hurting after the shock from the mage, I'm starving and I'm also hungry!" Gnûrlon added.
"Albin is fine, thank you very much. It seems that trowing up your breakfast can do wonders!" Gnûrlon responded to Drogon.
"No, but lets be serious now. Well my arms are hurting after the shock from the mage, I'm starving and I'm also hungry!" Gnûrlon added.
Rena heard something fun coming from Malyc and with a giggle, Rena flew into the air and 'scouted' above them. What she was really doing was controlling the winds so that words said between Malyc and Soreal would be heard even from her height. Having acute Fae hearing also helped. She would definitely hear what was going on! To herself, she said. "Hehe~ Eavesdropping is fun."
"What I'm about to tell you is important, something I havn't spoken to anyone about in almost 10 years." Malyc said, unsure of where to start. "You probably havn't heard, but, I was a sellsword during the war. I fought for Malum, mainly for the challenge, but also because I believed that they were in the right in the border disagreement."
"I worked my way through the ranks, eventually becoming the leader of a platoon. I didn't know it at the time, but based on what Kaladin just told us, I believe the men that I commanded were these undead soldiers he was talking about. I have only suspicions, of course, but being that we reached Regnatores with almost no losses leads me to believe he wasn't lying about that."
"Once we reached the gates, the Sage's magic took affect, and men I had watched fight through dozens of battles were suddenly dropping like flies all around me. They still managed to take down their fair share of enemy soldiers, but were nowhere near as effective as they had been. For some reason, I wasn't killed when the soldiers from the city routed us. I lost every man who fought with me that day, but escaped nearly unscathed." Malyc said, guilt at having lived while so many others died adding heat to his voice.
"Anyway, if what the wizard says is true, if the men I commanded really were undead, then his magic does indeed work on them. I guess the only way to find out is to fight the men at the village."
"I worked my way through the ranks, eventually becoming the leader of a platoon. I didn't know it at the time, but based on what Kaladin just told us, I believe the men that I commanded were these undead soldiers he was talking about. I have only suspicions, of course, but being that we reached Regnatores with almost no losses leads me to believe he wasn't lying about that."
"Once we reached the gates, the Sage's magic took affect, and men I had watched fight through dozens of battles were suddenly dropping like flies all around me. They still managed to take down their fair share of enemy soldiers, but were nowhere near as effective as they had been. For some reason, I wasn't killed when the soldiers from the city routed us. I lost every man who fought with me that day, but escaped nearly unscathed." Malyc said, guilt at having lived while so many others died adding heat to his voice.
"Anyway, if what the wizard says is true, if the men I commanded really were undead, then his magic does indeed work on them. I guess the only way to find out is to fight the men at the village."
"OK, then you better eat some. I am sure someone has some food to give you."
And with this message, Drogon slowly removed himself from the depressing company of the dwarf.
There had to be someone here that had something interesting to say, that did not drip of self-pity. He had never liked people that felt it was their mission to constantly complain about their situation.
That he tended to do it as well was not so important.
And with this message, Drogon slowly removed himself from the depressing company of the dwarf.
There had to be someone here that had something interesting to say, that did not drip of self-pity. He had never liked people that felt it was their mission to constantly complain about their situation.
That he tended to do it as well was not so important.
As Aaron approached him, Drogon could guess the fellow mages intention. Though, he appreciated that someone tried to cheer him up.
"No, they don't. Some of them want beat me bloody at every given oppertunity, while others want to depress me to death. But I have seen it before, the money makes most companies worth it."
He took a short pause, remembering some... curious characters from earlier days. He still hated the sound of accordions after that one job guarding a caravan.
Sometimes he wondered what happened to Aargrim after they spilt ways. Hopefully, he was laying in a gutter somewhere, accordion in hand and a knife in the guts.
"Well enough about me, how are you doing Aaron? At least you still seem to be breathing. And that is better than can be said for most of the people we have met so far."
"No, they don't. Some of them want beat me bloody at every given oppertunity, while others want to depress me to death. But I have seen it before, the money makes most companies worth it."
He took a short pause, remembering some... curious characters from earlier days. He still hated the sound of accordions after that one job guarding a caravan.
Sometimes he wondered what happened to Aargrim after they spilt ways. Hopefully, he was laying in a gutter somewhere, accordion in hand and a knife in the guts.
"Well enough about me, how are you doing Aaron? At least you still seem to be breathing. And that is better than can be said for most of the people we have met so far."
Sorael listened to malyc speak and he was caught off guard a little, not by the story but that malyc was willing to tell him this. "I don't know why you would have wanted to tell me that since there are some things that are meant to be kept in the past. That being said you could have some useful information on the enemy so I will overlook your past." Sorael responded. "But, That doesn't mean that I won't be keeping an eye on you now. If you betray us I promise you I will personally see that your death is slow and painful." Sorael added before walking back to the group.
Rena giggled a little bit from above them but didn't say anything about it for now. She had heard something interesting and fun so that was good enough for her at the moment. If she wanted to cause some mischief later, she would definitely have some ammo now. Flying a little ahead, she resumed her scout duties.
Athgar pulled a sandwitch from his backpack and took a bite. "Ugh,no onions?" And he tossed it on the ground.He kept walking with a bored expresion on his face.He took out a sketch pad.While he was flipping through to find an empty page there we're detailed sketches of a strange tower."Well,i got nothing better to do." said Athgar while starting to sketch the landscape.
Aaron shrugged "Still alive I guess," he said to Drogon, "I kind of lost it back there with the bandits."
Aaron pulled out a small leather bound square from his pocket, concentrating for a moment it grew larger and larger until it was a normal sized spell tome. Aaron quickly scratched down words in the margins, making notes of spells he used and their effectiveness, as well as ones he came up with on his own and wanted to try.
Drogon looked interested in what he was doing "What, you never write down ideas you get for spells?" He asked "Helps me keep track of what I know."
Aaron pulled out a small leather bound square from his pocket, concentrating for a moment it grew larger and larger until it was a normal sized spell tome. Aaron quickly scratched down words in the margins, making notes of spells he used and their effectiveness, as well as ones he came up with on his own and wanted to try.
Drogon looked interested in what he was doing "What, you never write down ideas you get for spells?" He asked "Helps me keep track of what I know."
Gnûrlon started to bend over to pick up the sandwich that Athgar dropped but suddenly stopped.
"Don't. Just don't." Albin said to Gnûrlon.
"Why not? It is food!" Gnûrlon said irritated.
"Don't."
Gnûrlon rose and continued on walking.
"Flying girl! Could you spare me some food, please?" Gnûrlon yelled to get Renas attention.
"Don't. Just don't." Albin said to Gnûrlon.
"Why not? It is food!" Gnûrlon said irritated.
"Don't."
Gnûrlon rose and continued on walking.
"Flying girl! Could you spare me some food, please?" Gnûrlon yelled to get Renas attention.
"What? No, I never do that. There is two reasons why I never do that. Firstly, I don't carry a tome with me, and I don't like the idea of needing a item to practice my art."
Drogon took his eyes from the book and looked at Aaron.
"For that is what magic is, art. I am like a painter, except I do not use brush and canvas. The world is my canvas, and I fill not the world with colours. I paint my mark upon the world in life and death, not white and black. And no artist finds joy in redoing his work, over and over again. That is my second reason. I need to keep my art alive, and art comes from a person, not a book."
Drogon was talking loudly at the end, and his gesticulating hand were a menace to all that came in their path. He was exited, to put it nicely.
But who did not enjoy talking about their great passion?
Drogon took his eyes from the book and looked at Aaron.
"For that is what magic is, art. I am like a painter, except I do not use brush and canvas. The world is my canvas, and I fill not the world with colours. I paint my mark upon the world in life and death, not white and black. And no artist finds joy in redoing his work, over and over again. That is my second reason. I need to keep my art alive, and art comes from a person, not a book."
Drogon was talking loudly at the end, and his gesticulating hand were a menace to all that came in their path. He was exited, to put it nicely.
But who did not enjoy talking about their great passion?
"Well if you haven't noticed these are just ideas for spells, rather than spells themselves. And another thing, I practice both methods of casting with equal frequency. Calling the names helps me focus on the desired effect but I mostly do it for fun." Aaron quickly cycled through a few spells, keeping them contained in the palm of his hand. Lightning raced across his finger tips, than a fireball appeared, the fireball consumed itself and out grew a brilliant ice crystal, which burst and became a pulsating orb of electricity. "See I can do it just as well either way." Aaron said.
... strange, he thought, frowning to himself. He had cycled through his spells in the same order as the colors of his crystal.
... strange, he thought, frowning to himself. He had cycled through his spells in the same order as the colors of his crystal.
"Want to know a secret? After I left the academy, I never really trained. I tried out new magic, and I got training through experience, that is true. But I never did what other mages did. Not once did I set aside two hours every day to train. I gathered knowledge, and let a mixture of instinct and logic do the rest."
Drogon drew his book from his pocket.
"That is why I carry this around, and not a tome. I believe that magic is about the caster, not the number of fireball he can throw. I rarely train my casting, I train myself. Many think that magic is a tool. I think you are all wrong. I think we are magic."
Drogon drew his book from his pocket.
"That is why I carry this around, and not a tome. I believe that magic is about the caster, not the number of fireball he can throw. I rarely train my casting, I train myself. Many think that magic is a tool. I think you are all wrong. I think we are magic."
"Training? You think this is for training? Do I look like that kind of a bore to you? I'm actually wounded I think." Aaron said, stepping away, feigning a wound to the heart. "Like I said these are just ideas. MY ideas, and I never practice them. I wait until I see an application for them, then I use them!"
"All of the spells in this book are either entirely my own, or edited versions of common spells that every mage seems to know, like fireballs and such. You'd be surprised what a mage is capable of when he puts a little imagination into it." Aaron slammed the book shut, the sound hung in the air like a challenge.
"All of the spells in this book are either entirely my own, or edited versions of common spells that every mage seems to know, like fireballs and such. You'd be surprised what a mage is capable of when he puts a little imagination into it." Aaron slammed the book shut, the sound hung in the air like a challenge.
"But.... how to explain this?"
Drogons puzzled look scouts the empty air around him.
"You still record ideas for later use, you still bind your true potential, your creativity to something else. You claim to be original, yet you are bound to your way of understanding magic. You aim to create and utilize the perfect tools, while I aim to be the perfect tool."
Drogon sighed, he had verbally battled to many fellow mages in the past to not know where this was heading.
"You all see the word in a haze of white, black and grey, while we who see things differently see nothing at all. You are skilled, and you have a great talent for sorcery. You understand a lot, and you are a creative within your way. But that way is the tip of the iceberg, a iceberg of proportions so great that I, who know of it, barely can fathom its existence."
Drogons puzzled look scouts the empty air around him.
"You still record ideas for later use, you still bind your true potential, your creativity to something else. You claim to be original, yet you are bound to your way of understanding magic. You aim to create and utilize the perfect tools, while I aim to be the perfect tool."
Drogon sighed, he had verbally battled to many fellow mages in the past to not know where this was heading.
"You all see the word in a haze of white, black and grey, while we who see things differently see nothing at all. You are skilled, and you have a great talent for sorcery. You understand a lot, and you are a creative within your way. But that way is the tip of the iceberg, a iceberg of proportions so great that I, who know of it, barely can fathom its existence."