"Wait," Peter said, indignently, "you're telling me that some Roman guy killed Hagpus? And that the book of Amendments is true? And you still want me to pray to my 'dead god'!?" Peter dropped the gelatin in his hand on the table and stood up. "Well, good day to you, sir!" Peter stormed over to the door.
"I'm not saying a Roman killed Hagpus, I'm saying an entity beyond this plane did. And for the record, your faith is what will power you, and bring the god's spirit to your aid." Sacri turned "Whether you like it or not, at least a few of the religions of the world are most likely infiltrated similarly. This is beyond our petty squabbles."
Peter returned to his seat. "I'm not saying I believe your story, but you seem to be implying you need all the help you can get, in which case, I shall join you."
We're doing the New Ageism power of belief thing? My original intention was to have Peter's magic just be magic, but have him believe it came from Hagpus.
No it's just magic based on faith, but Sacri knew Peter wouldn't believe him and would leave even faster if that were said. It's just Magic that takes from faith instead of absolute knowledge and understanding and study.
Sacri nodded "Everybody's gonna need help. The Gods, Mortals, hell, undead might even get scared."
Ark was tipsy and caught herself on Fran's shoulder. "Thanks for the support, its been over a hundred years since i was last drunk." her gaze slowly shifted back towards Sacri. "You still haven't answered my question monk man, am i a die-try?" her words slurring towards the end of the last sentence.
a black wolf with a heavy pack on his back, and a set of glasses. walked up to the group
"I couldn't help but overhear you saying you needed a lot of help,
well it so happens I Have been looking for a job, I need something to do because my recent experiment requires some time alone.
So if your in need of an arcane expert I'm your beast."
The others just stared at the rather nosy Wolven.
Name: Freefang
Nickname: Free
Age:17
Race: Wolven
History: Deemed too soft to be a soldier fighter, his knowledge in magic has had the alpha in his pack ask for his advice on multiple occasions, as well as serving as a healer. However he loves pushing boundaries of magic often at the expense of those who fall prey to his experiments. These experiments are reminiscent of the occult. Eventually he left the Pack to further his research whether he was banished of left voluntarily is unknown..
Personality: Inquisitive, reckless Driven when interested.
Looks: he stands at 5.1/4 (about pony size) his eyes are a vibrant green, his fur is black and oddly soft at places. His belly sports silvery fur. And his tail is long with thick long hair . He has a pack similar to that of a donkeys to carry his notes, tools ingredients. For an odd reason he also has a set of glasses for reading.
Profession: A sort of healer/ Alchemist however there is a lack of formula's in his work.
Magic: he knows many forms of magic including types he has named himself.
A spell commonly used is one that allows him to move objects this compensates for a lack of hands, often making him more dextrous than humans.
Earth magic:
-Growth acceleration, (Anything organic)
-Stalac-maker (lets him create stalactites and stalagmites, instantly)
-healing soil (he covers the wounds in leaves and mud which accelerates healing while keeping it clean.)
-Feral scream (Howls in a manner which causes mot animals and a few dumb humans to go insane, attacking anything nearby.
Water magic
Purifying (Cleans any water.)
Boil (Literally makes liquids boil)
Fire magic
Ghost fire (Can create a fire out of a ghost he keeps a few in jars in his pack, can also light a ghost with it.
Soul fire (a horrifying spell that brns away the targets soul, only in emergencies)
Blade magic (his own creation)
Single Blade (creates a blade out of magic)
Sword storm (Multiple blades spinning around area of effect spell)
Illusionary stab (about a dozen baldes stab you, but theres planty more illusionary blades making it hard to dadge the attack, could save magic by not doing the illusion part)
"The body ages and my mind does too, it conforms to the age represented by the body. I currently have the mindset of a 23 year old, when the body is 60, i'll have the mindset of a 60 year old. My body in the eternal plane will age to about two thousand. Trust me, being in a body is a commitment." she shuddered
"Well, Wolven, if you like splattering yourself up against the incomprehensible evils that occupy the plane above our normal perception, then you're hired. You'll be payed if we survive. Also, I can't promise you'll come out sane." Sacri looked at the wolven, his tall lanky form slightly hunched and his eyes were sharp, and narrowly focused on the Wolven, analyzing and calculating and noting. Knights in shining armor and mob kings have shriveled under this gaze, spies and actual kings as well.
"You both did fine. now i'll take a nap." and she fell face first onto the floor though a shadow portal. being to drunk to realize it, she left the portal open to the dark room. Ark's bedroom.
The Wolven smiled,showing his long fangs
"Who said I was entering sane?"
The gaze appeared to have no affect on him, though either he was brave or his mind was touched by madness.
"I am Free Fang, Friends call me free, or they would, if I had any."
Ezekiel drove his car down the lonely road. He arrived at a large, upscale hospital and donned his scrubs, a fake ID clipped to the front. Now all that had to be done was to infiltrate the hospital and get in position.
Well... that certainly was some time ago... had a flood to take care of but WHATEVER I'LL ADAPT!!!
Sev awoke, choking on his own saliva. He tried to scream, his throat closed on him. He calmed down, closed his eyes, and put his hands to his throat, settling the cells in his throat down. He spit out the excess saliva, feeling ridiculously weak. His arm cracked under pressure from keeping it up, and he started hacking uncontrollably. He removed his metal arm from his chest, blood coated the automail-dimaond alloy. He snarled, his eye-patch glowing gold. He looked behind him, a door, he had to get to it. He dragged himself using his metal arm, opened the door, and crawled in on the group of Club-goers.
"Hey guys, i need one of those," Severin hacked, a diamond tendril pulling a jello shot over to him, where another tendril had a syringe ready. He filled the syringe and injected himself, barely holding back a scream. Inside his bloodstream, the alcohol attacked the invading viruses, destroying them in the alcohol's toxicity. Sev roared, his muscles rippling unnaturally. The invading cells and viruses gone, he reinjected the syringe, pulling the alcohol out. He sighed and lay down on the floor of the club, exhausted. Micro-healing like that was UNBELIEVABLY difficult, the amount of ATP required for that kind of material control, combined with the scale of the invading infections took a lot out of him. Sev glared at the floor of the club and took a massive bite out of it, swallowing and quickly transferring the materials into energy.
He staggered up, his metal leg barely keeping the rest of his body up, his human arm had repaired, just barely, needed some more time.
He sighed and shuffled over to the bar, slammed his head on the table, grabbed another Jello Shot, and quickly downed it.
He turned to his left at the Wolven, "NEVER fall asleep in a City street. If they're not robbing you or stealing your limbs for scrap, they're injecting you with four different kinds of diseases," Sev finished, falling asleep on the stool.
Ezekiel had finally recovered. After poking the body and jabbing it with a hammer Ezekiel dropped a few drops of his blood into Sev's mouth. It was a concoction of Syphilis, Rheumatoid Arthritis, Small Pox and some HIV just to make sure. He also added a few drops of rapid onset rabies, for some odd reason he found it funny when the mouth foamed over. So Ezekiel got back in his car, a small dent in the front bumper, and slowly drove over the body, the sounds of crunching ribs clearly visable. Ezekiel stifled a chuckle as he saw a rim of foam forming on Sev's mouth along with some blood.
Ezekiel meandered around the hospital wings, holding a clipboard. Rule one of infiltration was to look like you were supposed to be there. He approached two other doctors as he moved to the organ ward, time to try to use his powers of negotiation.
Free stood there smiling for a while before realizing
"So what is this Grand Quest? I also request permission to do whatever I want with any enemies we capture."
he smiled showing his fangs again
"I like to keep up with my research in blood magic."
"Whats that?'
"Its a magic that doesn't use spells its more about what mixture is in one's blood, I Usually mix a magical creatures blood with a normal animal and see what happens."
his eyes glinted with more madness.
"Its a condition, also I don't intend to allow you to inform anyone I'm doing these experiments, see the law keepers think its a crime to experiment on dead bodies."
"I don't care what you do, how you do it, or how old you like your damn partners, so long as you're useful you're hired. There will be some things we won't be able to experiment on. Like for instance the Saint of Non-Death, once I figure out how to destroy that, we'll need to get about doing that, and never never never never never never never never never ever do anything relating to it again." Sacri seemed to be rather convinced they were doomed.
Free smiled showing all his teeth.
"Well then if you have no qualms with how I behave then what are we waiting for? I want to get moving I hear there are faeries nearby." his smile got wider, his eyes became feral
"And I love catching Faeries."
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