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| Andromalius | Oct 9 2009, 07:24 PM Post #1 |
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Just as the moon began to reveal itself, a hovering crescent in the indigo sky, the city began to glow. Carved into the stone ground, the insignias designed to ward off evil and destruction lit up in blue, casting great shadows over the landscape. Many of those who still lingered in the streets stopped to look. Something wicked was coming. One the back of a beautiful, armored black stallion, Ashoka's new king arrived. Behind him, a small platoon of soldiers followed. People turned to stare, some narrowing their eyes in subtle threats. This was a city of sorcerers and alchemists. Why had the new king come with such a small troupe? Surely, he didn't think he could take on a city of mages single-handedly. From the center of the city, a band of mages formed, wise to their invader. Most were scholars and teachers from the school, masters at whatever art they had chosen to pursue. In the center, a white mage stood, his hair long and silver from age with an appropriately long beard. Light blue eyes set inside a weathered, wrinkled face, staring down the street at the approaching threat. The stallion's hooves came to a top just before the resistance. The soldiers were silent as their master dismounted, tossing his cloak over a shoulder as he made his way towards the center of the line. The white mage came to meet him, as if all of this had been pre-ordained. The air was thick with tension. Two powerful magicians of opposing elements were about to throw down. Or not! "Andromalius! It's been so long!" the men simultaneously reached for each other, clasping arms as a sign of old greetings. The mage's leather face wrinkled up into a beaming grin. Andromalius returned it, his usually severe gaze lighting up like a child at a candy store. "Brom. Yes, it has. You've aged well." He chuckled. "And you haven't aged a bit! I'm jealous." Half the night was spent catching up with old acquaintances. Brom was an important figure in the City of Oracles, about as old as Andromalius. His purpose for remaining was to seek a family heirloom that had been stolen ages ago. So far, he had been unsuccessful. In the meantime, he acted as the headmaster of the institution, a very respected man, so respected that Andromalius would be able to come and go from this city safely as long as he left it alone. He never had any intention of disturbing it, though. Brom knew the reason for the conquest, he understood, and as a wise man, accepted it. Before heading back to Eldahar, however, it had been the Emperor's intention to do some shopping. The books in his library were old and out-dated, as were his scrolls. With him gaining power at such a rapid rate, he would need new material to study. This was a wonderful place to do that. Andromalius entered a shop which specialized in dark magic. He was alone, acting discreetly. When he wanted to, he could be very subtle. Wandering through the defensive scrolls, he scanned to locate one of particular interest. Most were widely known, basic spells. Perhaps he would have to ask the store's owner if they had any more advanced stuff in the back... |
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| Nwol | Oct 11 2009, 04:13 PM Post #2 |
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Nwol stared down at the corpse before him. The shop owner lay dead in a pool of blood, a horrific expression of pain and fear etched on his face. "Perhaps you should not have been greedy mortal." Nwol said as he grabbed the owner's spectacles and assumed his form. "Then maybe you would have lived longer." He grinned, not bothering to take the man's clothing, wearing them would do nothing for him. The man was wealthy enough, he could explain the robes. He knew his memories too, all of them, probing his mind before delivering the coup de grace. Nwol looked through the stuff in the back, advanced magics, dark magics. These interested him. He needed to make sure the door was locked though. No one would interfere with him. Or so he thought. As Nwol returned from the back room and closed the door behind him, he saw a pale man, a nobel looking one, but something immediately seemed off about him. He was.....like Nwol, different. "Ahh. A customer, it's been sooo long!" He said mimiking the owner's tone and voice. "Ah....and what may I do to assist you today mi'lord." He tried to seem nervous, but ready to help at a moments notice. He needed to be this shop keeper, he had everything he needed, now he just had to act. Edited by Nwol, Oct 11 2009, 04:15 PM.
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| Andromalius | Oct 13 2009, 01:19 PM Post #3 |
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Just as he'd begun to seek out the owner, the owner seemed to find him. Andromalius turned to face the man, his head held high, raising a brow at the man's bountiful enthusiasm. Yes, the Banshee had an air about himself, something similar to nobility, but worse. It was easy to tell that the spirit commanded power even in the most humble of company. Standing in the woods, even the birds might bow. "Really?" his tone held sarcasm, is if he didn't wholly believe the shopkeeper's words. "It's been a while since you had a customer? But you are a spell merchant in the city of wisdom, and dark magic is somewhat popular." He gave a side glance at a rack of scrolls sitting vertically. One was out of place, he quickly corrected its position. "I need to see your advanced spells. Everything out here is common knowledge. Do you have anything behind the counter for your king? Maybe something on ritualistic energy transmutations or long-distance observation? Money is no obstacle." The whole time, the King avoided eye contact, save that split instance in the beginning when he had to question the man's energy about having one person in his store. (( Sorry it's so short. Maybe give me more to work with next time? =D )) |
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| Nwol | Oct 15 2009, 07:19 PM Post #4 |
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The customer was sarcastic at first, but then he found out something that would have made his blood run cold if he had it in his non existant veins. He was the king of this land. The King! Of all the people who had to walk into the store, it had to be someone of high importance. On top of all of this, he wanted the stuff in the back, he may have even wanted the scroll Nwol was after. A thousand thoughts raced through Nwol's mind, yet he kept his compsure, showing no sign of distress despite the raging battle in his mind. "My king! Of course you may look in the back. Right away sir. This way." He said with exultation, trying to seem nervous when deep down he was. There was still something not right about this man, he was undead, some kind. Pale, charming looking though. A banshee perhaps? A banshee king.... Nwol opened the door and realized that he had kept the body on the floor, there was hardly a mess, but there still was a dead corpse lying on the wooden floor boards at the far end of the room. Nwol kicked a door stop in and made his way over to the body rather quickly acting as though nothing was wrong. He maintained the owners tone of voice as he through the body into a crate. "Sorry if it's a little bit of a mess, you caught me in the middle of cleaning up." Nwol joked throwing a lid over the crate. The room had several tables, scattered throughout the rather large room, each stacked with scrolls, wands, ancient tomes. There were also a couple of book shelves near the right side of the room against the wall. As Nwol scanned the room, it became apparent that there was alot of magical tomes and scrolls here, some of which was too dark for practical use. He waited for the banshee to follow him in. He hoped he was being hospitable enough. |
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| Andromalius | Oct 16 2009, 12:35 PM Post #5 |
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The Banshee nodded and followed the man to the back, where the body laying on the ground was quite an obvious piece of decoration. Still, Andromalius remained unphased, having achieved a perfect feeling of content amongst corpses. Instead, he glided across the room to stop at a shelf and once again began to browse as the shop owner threw a lid on the crate which now contained the body. He paused to glance up. "Don't worry," his lips curled into a subtle smile. "I don't mind messes. I've made quite a few in my time as well." He picked a fat book from the shelf and opened it in front of himself, flipping through the pages eagerly and he stepped over to beside the crate and the shopkeeper. With his free hand, he nudged the top of the crate aside just enough to slide his arm down into it. The stench of a freshly dead corpse began to fade as, within the box, the Banshee's touch rapidly decayed the old man until he was nothing but a pile of dust. "There. Taken care of." Just after, he meandered over to a set of other articles, picking out three or four things. "I have a question for you. See, I don't have a whole lot of time on my hands so my studying is limited. I need to know what I need to add to my on-hand spells. I don't have many defensive spells, but then again, how many does one need? Maybe something that takes the opponent's spell and hurls it back at them... But, what would you suggest?" The mage didn't wholly care about the man's response. Instead, he felt like testing the shop owner on his knowledge. |
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| Nwol | Oct 18 2009, 05:56 PM Post #6 |
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"Oh how very thoughtful milord." Nwol said rather timedly, though it was apparent by now his timedness was but an act. He couldn't help but give a devilish smile. "But you musn't clean up after my messes. It is beneath you, so beneath you. After all, you shouldn't have to clean up after everyone." He pressed his glasses against his forehead. "Now for spells. One can never have enough of them, but, you want effective ones sire." Nwol said he grabbed a book that sat on the tabel. He flipped through a few pages and then threw the book to the side. "Wrong book." He scowled and then grabbed another, opened it, skimmed through it and then began to read off a few things before putting the book down. "Ah yes. Well, it depends on what kind of deflection you want. Now, I know of spells that simply cast a sheild and return it. There are ones that absorb the spell and fire it back at double strength. Personally, I perfer counter spells. There's nothing better then denying someone.....then mimiking their spell. Killing them with it." He yawned a bit and then let the glasses fall and slowly slip to the nips of his nose. "There are.....darker things though. Tell me. How dark do you want banshee?" |
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| Andromalius | Oct 18 2009, 08:41 PM Post #7 |
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"I did it because I wanted to," he spoke flatly, eyes darting to land on the merchant's, boring holes straight through his exterior disguise and into the back of Nwol's head. "Don't tell me what I mustn't do." There was a deadly, chilly tone in his voice, as if the man's next words had to be chosen carefully. The change of subject was a good idea. The mage watched as he wandered to the table, rifling through in an attempt to find something. To the idea of creating a shield to have a spell bounce back, he frowned. That was terrible unstylish, not his thing. To the ones which offer double strength, he held his chin, sweeping his index finger over his lips in consideration, but nothing caught his interest like the last one. His eyes lit up and he grinned, finally joining the man at the table to lean over and have a glance at the tome he was exploring. "Yes! That's even better! Fuck reflection. A mimic instead would be fantastic! The amount of darkness within a spell doesn't really matter. I want results." He paused, as if catching his own tongue, before his head turned to look at the man once more. "...How did you know I was a Banshee, and not just a Lych?" Dark eyes narrowed skeptically. Banshees were tied to the world in suffering, unlike the undead, and his kind were far less common, sometimes barely heard of. It would be more reasonable for him to have guessed that his features were due to him being a vampire or a more general, undead species. There was something he was ignorant to about this one, and he didn't like it. "....Who are you?" |
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| Nwol | Oct 19 2009, 03:50 AM Post #8 |
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"I know many things mi'lord." The wraith said maintaining the guise. "I am not one to be called ignorant and I am not one to be left out in the dark." His eyes began to glow a bright neon green for but then the glow began to disipate. The king of this nation, a banshee? Nwol had heard of this man before. What he has done. Normally Nwol would have just confronted someone like this. How odd was it this meeting was simply by chance, he wondered if it was fate. "Word of your deeds spread far indeed. It is a surprise to meet...one reknown as you here. You may call me a friend." He stopped for a moment to think about what he just said. "No...No...you will call me a friend, this I know for sure." Nwol dropped his guise and then immediately immitated the appearance of the banshee. He gave a grin and extended his hand. "Call me Nwol." |
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| Andromalius | Oct 20 2009, 07:36 PM Post #9 |
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"Hmm..." his eyes remained narrowed, but his head tilted just slightly at the brief display of Nwol's glowing green eyes. "Word spread far..." the mage chuckled. "Well... Eldahar was the site of the last incident and that's... the next major city over. I don't think I'd call that very far. And as renowned as I am, I like to tour my new territory. Not much sense in a king who doesn't know the layout of his lands." The Banshee's hand darted up, landing against and curling around the man's forearm with a clap, where he could do the same, a simple show to say that he had been accepted for the time being, and his life could be spared. "Very well, Nwol," he said to the mirror image of himself. "I cannot call you a friend, but I may call you an ally, for now. You'll have to earn my trust, of course, before you receive it." His arm fell back down to his side, "Now stop playing games and give me your real form." Andromalius knew now that the body he had disintegrated had most likely been the real store owner. This was not a mere shop keep, as by the glow of his eyes, the sorcerer could see. "Would you like to come back with me to Kinaldi to aid in my conquest?" he asked simply as he once again leaned over the spell book on the table, eyes running over the arcane designs and scriptures. "Right now, my army is full of madmen and mercenaries, not that there's anything wrong with being psychologically unstable, but its foundation could use some fortification. If you could prove your skill to me, I see a possible seat on the New Order Counsel for you. Once we're done here, come into the desert with me so that I may evaluate you." |
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| Nwol | Oct 22 2009, 08:20 PM Post #10 |
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"They watch. They know. When they find someone interesting, I know." Nwol responded in kind to Andromalius's gesture and stopped when he stopped. "It is understandable." Nwol said as the form of the banshee dissipatted and began to reveal the true form of the wraith. His skin was decayed, a charred dark grey color. Pieces of it seemed to be hanging off but still strapped to the flaky flesh. There was no hair, only a bald decayed scalp. His eyes were an odd shade of green, no true shape to it, no true solid color. Several similar shades of green drifting into one another as they glowed. When he blinked, his eyes seemed to close from the sides and then reopen in a sickening fashion. His mouth was cut from the corners and stiched shut it. Moving with him, changing size almost as it moved with what could be called muscle. Somehow, a voice could still be heard clearly yet raspily. It was blood chillingly cold, dark, and malicious. "The mentally unstable are all but easily broken. With a flick of my wrist. I could drive them.....to their death. Expose the vulnerable spots of the twisted psyche. Destroy them with no effort. I will aid you in your.....conquest. It will be interesting for me. Keep me busy for a long while. As for a demenstration. Hmm...Let's try this shall we." Nwol wondered what test this man had in mind. He subcummed to temptation. He made an attempt to enter the Banshee's mind. |
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| Andromalius | Oct 22 2009, 09:26 PM Post #11 |
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The attempt would be met with immanent failure as, upon the first tickle of something probing his mind, he snapped shut the metaphysical black shield, denying entrance to the weaker fellow before him. Nwol would not be able to penetrate, regardless of how hard he tried, but the attempt did amuse the Emperor for a brief moment before boredom set back in. A brow raised, mouth curling up into a serpentine grin. "That won't work, I'm sorry to tell you. I'm resistant to that kind of low grade mental attack. The assessment cannot be here. I have no intention of retaliating, and in doing so, destroying all the information in the shop." As he said this, he looked disinterestedly at his hand, which began to glow bright red. "Though... I am half tempted to discipline you for attempting to invade my mind without my authorization..." His appearance was not startling, but in fact somewhat aesthetically pleasing to the Banshee. He was slightly more comfortable in Nwol's presence without the mask. "Come into the desert with me and we'll continue. This city is too precious to obliterate accidentally." |
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| Nwol | Oct 25 2009, 03:08 PM Post #12 |
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"Discipline?" Nwol retorted, almost jokingly. "Oh my. Well that wouldn't go well for either of us. Lighten up, a half assed attempt to poke your brain will do nothing. Twas a test as I said." He chuckled a little, the shades of green swirled as though he was rolling his eyes. "More like a joke I suppose." A raspy chuckled could be heard at the end of the sentance. It was feignt and yet, oddly audible. "Of course I shall accompany you." Nwol began as he pulled a dull purple strip of cloth and began to wrap it around his head. "Tell me what you had in mind?" Nwol worked quickly to wrap the stip fully around his head. ensuring that the only thing that was revealed was his eyes and very little flesh, only revealed through a slit in what could now be called a turban. |
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| Andromalius | Nov 3 2009, 02:57 PM Post #13 |
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"I do not find your humor very amusing," his brows knitted, blinking down at the other fellow. As he shook the glowing red hand, the light dissipated and all was well once more. "On second thought, let's forgo the evaluation. The idea was to see how well you do in combat, but there isn't much free time left for such things. I have a world to conquer, after all." He said this as the bandages began to find a place against Nwol's face. Andromalius turned, leaning his backside against the corner of the table, and folded his arm across his chest. "Instead, just tell me what you are capable of so I can figure out what to do with you. Your loyalties can be tested later as well. Come meet me at me home, The Black Tower in Morrim. It's set against the mountains near Alastrine. We'll go from there." Moving away from the table, the Emperor took the book they'd been examining, closed it, and carried it at his side. "Bring as much of this store's more valuable spells as you can. My military needs an upgrade, too." The apparition passed through the door of the back room, quite literally, without having to open it. |
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| Nwol | Nov 4 2009, 02:44 PM Post #14 |
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Nwol nodded to the apparition who had just passed through the wall. A handy trick. He grinned to himself. It was as though his purpose in life had been found again. Or at least a fire was lit inside. He expected it to burn for quite a while. "Consider it done." Nwol spoke alloud before turning his back to where Andromalius had left. "Plenty here. No time to go through it all. Best clean shop." |
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