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| Hunting the Weak [P]; Private:Vee | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Jan 31, 2012 3:14 am (233 Views) | |
| Priscilla | Mon Feb 6, 2012 5:54 am Post #16 |
 
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The researcher nodded as he spoke, completing her own calculations as he provided information about the fireball he had cast. When he finished she frowned, cocking her head to one side and closing her eyes. "You might have missed a decimal there... It's rarely safe to draw more than a few degrees from your blood, no matter how slowly you go. I know a student who tried to add some extra power to his fire spells by using his body temperature; he drew four degrees over the span of an hour and gave himself a nasty case of hypothermia." She rubbed her hands across her forearms to return feeling to the chilled limbs, walking back across the room towards Everto. "I drained ten degrees from my blood over the course of a second, which would usually kill someone. Luckily for me, my brand of magic deals with blood, so I have a bit of leeway. Your physiology is probably a bit different due to your demon blood, but remember this; its always dangerous to meddle with your own body." Most of the truly atrocious accidents that occurred every term was due to a student or staff member trying to modify their own body. Priscilla rarely saw these mistakes herself, but Parvil had told her horror stories about students with skin turned to water or lungs turned to chlorine gas. When the black-robed figures burst into the lab she turned towards them with a confused, if irritated, expression. However, her face grew stormy as they spoke, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "How dare yo-" Before she could even finish the accusation the masked beings were gone, taking the half-demon's pet with them. Everto almost immediately turned to Priscilla to ask what they had been hinting about, but the woman was already halfway across the room, shouting hurried instructions at Parvil. "Par, find Julian and Hayworth! Tell them we have what looks like at least four intruders or infiltrators, dressed like they belong to a cult! Sub-basement five, the banned rooms!" The healer took off at a sprint, running as fast as he could to the nearest administrative offices. Priscilla wasn't sure if he would be able to find Julian in a timely manner, but Hayworth should be able to get some of the Justiciars stationed here mobilized quickly. "Everto, let's go!" She led the half-demon to a nearby stairwell, jumping the railing and beginning to descend as quickly as possible. She drew out a short dagger from her belt as she ran, not wasting the time to explain where they were going or what she was doing. She drew the tip of the blade across her palm and sheathed it once more, tightening her hand into a fist. An astute observer would have noticed that no blood dripped out of the wound, almost as if was merely an angry, red line across her flesh. Priscilla led him down fours flights of stairs before shooting down a hallway, heading straight for a wooden door that looked like it hadn't been used in years. Blood suddenly gushed out of the gash on her palm, forming a perfect sphere around her right hand. The liquid's composition shifted, transforming it from its natural state to a super-hard crystal matrix that was comparable to a diamond in strength. She punched straight through the door, the wood splintering from the force of the blow. Behind it was a descending staircase seeming cut straight into the bedrock. For the first time since leaving her lab the researcher looked back at Everto, her face fierce and determined. "At the bottom of these stairs is a set of labs that were abandoned for sterilization and reincorporation. The second door on the right is where the murders took place." Without another word she started down the stairs, blood beginning to spread out of the small cut on her sternum to form a breastplate out of hardened blood. |
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| Castor | Wed Feb 8, 2012 2:43 am Post #17 |
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Everto growled at the thought of the fools doing something to Pyris, when Priscilla started giving orders Everto simply charged after her, he followed her every movement, casting a spell as he ran, giving him the strength of a bull, he stopped when they arrived at the set of steps, seeming to carve into the bedrock. He listened to her explain what was down there and nodded, hopping down the steps, as soon as he stepped off the final step, a man came running out of the door, holding an axe over his head, Everto laughed like a madman as he thrust his clawed fingers forward into his stomach, wrapping his small hand around an organ as he used the other to block the blow. He looked up at the man and squeezed a bit and heard him howl in pain, Everto sneered at him as he spoke, "You better tell me what's awaiting me or else I'll pop this organ like a water skin, if I don't break it, you'll have a chance to live to see the healers." The man gurgled blood as he slowly spoke, gritting his teeth through the pain, "Die... abom... ination." Everto squeezed the organ and pulled his hand out, ripping out some organ or other, he didn't know which it was, only that it was now on the floor with the man's entrails. He turned to Priscilla, anger still in his eyes, "I'll go in first, try to talk and stall for time, you listen at the door, I'll need a witness to tell the professors about these lunatics. If you hear combat feel free to join in." He strode to the door and cracked it open, glancing inside to see ten people, all of them wearing robes of the academy with the white masks with their emblem on it, the black sword and shield. Everto opened the door enough to slide in, leaving the door partially open for Priscilla to listen in. He looked at the old abandoned lab and saw several corpses, easily defined as halfbreeds, he could see a half drow, two half elves, and a half-celestial, or he assumed celestial from the golden hair, the white feathery wings, and the unearthly blue eyes. There we more though, and from the looks of it they were students of the academy, the blood was still fresh from their wounds. Everto growled as they stepped forward, one holding the knife to the drake's neck. One of them stepped forward, his tone was condescending as he spoke, "You, abomination, you will be killed here today, you have slaughtered our leaders and even invaded one of the few places we could safely research your kind. You blasted halfbreeds, straying from the purity of your own races... disgusting, we will not rest until we have killed all of half-bred abominations in this academy." The man reached up and took off his mask, spitting out his words like venom as Everto grinned, he was lucky the man loved his own voice, he didn't even need to provoke him into a rant, "Do you know how hard it was to kill those beings five years ago? It was a disaster, my favorite pupil was blamed instead, but now, I will do as I was supposed to, I will use the flesh and blood of the half-breeds to construct the flesh golems we need to take over this academy! I, Professor Garm Deirun, will finally take over this school, you will be the last person we kill before creating the golem, what do you have to say for yourself?" Everto roared his answer as he dashed forward, "Die!" |
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| Priscilla | Sat Feb 11, 2012 3:47 pm Post #18 |
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The scholar followed Everto down the stairs, mentally commanding the blood on her fist to start creeping up her arm. It solidified into an intricate crystal matrix as it coated her limb from wrist to elbow, making a thin layer that was as protective as any suit of armor. When the half-demon stopped and whispered a hurried plan to her she grit her teeth, not liking the idea of sending him in first. After all, he was only a guest at the Academy; it was her responsibility to protect its reputation and take care of anyone with the audacity to use its resources for evil purposes. However, before she could protest the half-demon had pushed the doorway open, forcing her to jump aside and press against the wall to remain hidden. Priscilla listened to the conversation warily, trying to figure out who these men were and why they had chosen to use the Academy as a staging ground. When one of the infiltrators finally announced his own name she filed it away for later. She had never heard of a Garm Deirun before, but there were so many faculty member that taught and worked on campus that there was still a chance he was an accredited arcanist. That thought, more than anything else, infuriated her. The Academy was her home. How dare anyone besmirch it. She burst into the room as Everto shouted out, dark eyes quickly accessing the scene. There were four corpses stacked along one wall, each of the victims having been mercilessly slaughtered. They were wearing the robes designated for students, sending a new wave of fury crashing through her mind. All of her rage was quickly directed at the gathered men and women, each of them drawing weapons are beginning to cast a spell. She wasted no time in charged for the nearest man, reaching out with her left hand, wrapping her fingers around the hem of his robe and jerking him forward to interrupt his concentration. He fumbled to draw a dagger from his belt, but before his fingers even touched its hilt she had brought her right hand forward, the globe of blood surrounding it shattering the mask and his face beneath. The man fell to the ground, clutching the remains of his face and moaning piteously as she whipped her head towards the next opponent. The fallen arcanist's blood melted into her fist, annealing to its surface and giving her more blood to manipulate. The next arcanist in line had better reflexes and was already speaking the last words of an incantation, pointing both hands at Priscilla. She smiled mockingly at him as the fireball burst into life, a globe of white-hot flames that rocketed towards her. The haemokinetic made no attempt to dodge, instead focusing on her core temperature. Her demonstration for Everto had only affected one arm; now she forced her blood to cool throughout her entire body, her skin turning an unhealthy shade of light blue. The flames crashed into her figure, so intense that it burned through her flame-retardant laboratory attire in a flash, her tunic disintegrating. However, her flesh remained unblistered and unburnt. Priscilla commanded the blood to spread across her entire torso in a flash, hardening into armor and protecting her modesty simultaneously. She rushed at the man, kicking out with one foot and slamming her heel into his knee. It bent at an unnatural angle with a vicious snap, eliciting a cry of pain that was quashed when she brought her hand up and smashed his windpipe. Priscilla watched him fall with a mirthless grin and drew her dagger, trailing its blade across her left arm so that she could freely manipulate blood from that limb as well. |
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| Castor | Mon Feb 13, 2012 3:16 am Post #19 |
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Everto rushed past the first man, bring bringing his clawed gauntlets into the stomach of the next man, ripping it open with his new strength. He heard the man scream in pain as he fell, trying to hold his stomach together, Everto began writing the arcane script in the air, he heard the chanting of the others and knew the spell they were casting by heart, a mage's spell staple, the fireball. He watched as the fireballs soared through the air, peppering the area around him, he felt the heat and felt the power of his own spell come forth, causing the man holding the drake to combust in green flames, his screams cut short by the air in his lungs burning out, a few of the other casters seemed taken aback, but two warriors charged Everto, only to be cut down by the white flames of the now free drake. Everto pointed at the man named Garm, "You are running out of subordinates paladin scum! Pyris! Burn them all!" He strucked forward as he sent a low kick into the first warrior's shin, shattering it upon impact, using the kick to spin around, sending the back of his clenched fist into the stomach. The drake squeaked and shot out a stream of flames, enveloping the heads of the second warrior, together with Everto the two were a deadly pair, long range flames and short ranged punches, they would keep on fighting until they had won. Everto grinned as he attacked the nearest mage, using his claws and strength to rip open his legs, peeling them to the bone with two quick strikes. He heard another warning squeak and turned to see a blade coming towards his head, he grinned as he threw his head into it, the blade only cutting through the skin, stopping at the bone in his head. He thanked his foresight at getting that tattoo that gave his head the same hardness as iron, he reached up and grabbed the blade with his gauntlets, ripping it out of his hands and sending a powerful uppercut into the man's groin, sending a high pitched shriek from his throat as he fell to the ground, gasping for breath. He turned to see only two mages between himself and the man who had done the initial killing so many years ago. He heard the mages start casting spells and started his dash, Pyris flying directly into the face of the second mage, Everto sending his clawed hand into the other's stomach, unfortunately at the same time the man completed his spell, sending fireball directly into Everto's face. Everto screamed in pain as the flames died out, his face burned from the flames, he turned at the bleeding man and grabbed his leg with one hand and punched the kneecap with the other, shattering it upon impact. Everto turned to the man who seemed to be trying to cast a spell, only to be interrupted by the glass drake constantly flying in and biting his body, Everto let his fists unclench and started to walk forward, "I would kill you if I had the permission, but I'm sure the mages here have their own brand of justice to carry out." He sent a single punch into the man's stomach, winding him. He turned his head to Priscilla, "Will there be a mage that healing spells coming with the mages? Or do I have to live with these burns for a while longer?" It hurt to talk, it hurt to blink, and most of all, it hurt simply to smirk, which was the one thing he wanted to do, the battle was over and the paladins would probably be hunted down in the academy, even if he didn't get in it would be a victory for him. ((OOC:I meant to make it 10 years ago for when the man named Garm did the murders, so he was behind the real murders and his student took the blame, so yeah, sorry about that, my fault.)) |
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| Priscilla | Tue Feb 14, 2012 4:43 pm Post #20 |
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By the time Priscilla turned back to the battle it was almost over. Everto and his pet drake had made short work of the remaining men, fighting in tandem to rip, bite, and burn the cultists until only one was left standing. The man who claimed to be a professor was quickly brought down by the half-demon, gasping for breath. The researcher snarled and stepped forward, kicking his legs out from under him as he struggled to breath. "He's right. We like taking care of malcontents ourself." She slammed her foot into his sternum, pressing down with enough force that it was painful but just shy of breaking his ribs. Instead she focused on the blood in his veins, lowering their temperature by a drastic amount. The man began to shiver and shake, his body contorted by convulsions as the icy liquid sloshed through his circulatory system. Priscilla shook her head and walked away from the man, grabbing one of the featureless black robes off of the wall and wrapping it around her shoulders. It wasn't a flattering garment, but it would keep her from accidentally flashing anyone. The woman looked at Everto's blistered features worriedly as her bloody armor retreating, slowly creeping across her skin as it was siphoned back into her body. "Yeah, that looks unpleasant. All Justiciars are trained with rudimentary healing spells, they should be able to fix you up." She wandered across the room to the bodies of the slain students, a softness entering her expression as she stared down at their bloody, twisted forms. She walked from corpse to corpse, gently sliding their eyes shut and gently manipulating their blood to erase the pained expressions from their face. The doors burst open as she was turning away from the last body, the peacekeeping unit of the Academy piling into the room. They all wore golden spaulders and breastpieces above their dark blue robes, and she knew that they wore chainmail shirts wrought from mithril underneath that silk fabric. They all clutched the hilts of weapons, but the blades of their weapons were not made of metal but rather pure elemental power. Priscilla stepped forward quickly, raising her hands in a placating gesture. "You're late boys. Most of them are down for the count, although you could maybe save one or the other." She glanced at one of the downed men, the one whose throat she had crushed. His face had turned a deep shade of purple from asphyxiation, but they might be able to save him. She waved of the ministration of the Justiciars, instead directing them to heal Everto's face and check on the rest of the cultists. As the warrior-arcanists set about investigating the room Hayworth stormed in, his eyes crackling with electricity and his robes flapping furiously. The haemokinetic quickly walked over to him, detailing the situation in a hushed, hurried tone. When she was done he looked down at Garm like he was an insect, gesturing with one hand. The murdered floated into the air, his arms and legs spread out from his torso and held in place by invisible shackles. "You will tell me why you are here and why you have committed these atrocities. Then we will decide what to do with you." Priscilla stepped back, not wanting to get in the way of an angry Arcane Inquisitor. |
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| Castor | Wed Feb 15, 2012 8:18 pm Post #21 |
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Everto nodded to Priscilla, he needed healing magic but he personally had no head for calculating blood regeneration, skin restructuring, and whatnot, he was a fire mage, his way to heal was to cauterize wounds, but burns couldn't be cauterized. He could half see Priscilla closing the eyes of the students, she was kinder then most, Everto personally would have left them as they were. He heard a door slam open and saw figures rushing in, he heard the rushed words of a healing spell that washed over his body, healing his burns, he thanked the mage and looked back to a very angry Hayworth. He watched him use his magic to restrain the murderer and then started to question him, Everto had a good feeling what it was, but he wanted to hear it exactly for himself. The man spat at Hayworth the best he could before speaking, "I am Garm Deirun, I am a professor here in the academy, I taught practical uses of summoning and golemcraft. As for why I'm doing this... I did the same thing ten years ago, but one of my students took the blame, our goal as the paladin's mages is to research demons and ways to destroy them... our other motive is simply to exterminate all non-pureblooded creatures, which is why we butchered these abominations down here. It's not a crime to kill lesser creatures, they're not people after all." Everto growled in anger, if his hatred could manifest itself in fire the world's oceans would evaporate in a few moments. His hands clenched into fists, he turned his head to Hayworth and spoke without anger in his voice, but his eyes were always looking at the paladin scum out of the corners of his eyes, "Sir, I apologize for my actions before, but right now we need to do research about these... murderers. I also suggest you look for any half-beings that have been missing classes for a few days or took extended leave, there's a good chance they to have been killed. Also if you wish for any information on these paladin scum... I've fought them to many times to count, I know the locations of their forts and their so called 'Holy places'. If you want more information I'd be more then willing to write it down and submit a report in the next three days." He waited for his answer, if he agreed he would write up the report tomorrow, if he was also accepted into the academy he would do his first experiment in a week when his supplies and bags would come. He would probably send a few invites for people to watch the experiment, Priscilla and Hayworth would get invitations of course, Hayworth simply to show him some results, and Priscilla because she was an interesting person. |
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| Priscilla | Thu Feb 16, 2012 8:15 pm Post #22 |
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The room, already dim and murky, seemed to grow darker as the cultist spoke. The source of the encroaching shadows was Hayworth, whose scowl grew deeper and more furious with every word the man uttered. Priscilla felt a chill wash over her that had nothing to do with her abilities, indicating that the temperature in the room was dropping in accordance with the Inquisitor's rage. When Garm was finished speaking the pudgy man walked up to his prisoner, his bearing straight and proud. "You are no true professor. We teach younglings here; we do not enforce prejudices. You are a monster. You will be tried in full view of the Academy, found guilty, and executed. Of this I am certain." The mage brought one hand up, pressing the tips of his pointer and middle finger against Garm's forehead. There was a sharp crack! as magic crackled through the room, an intense bolt of raw electricity traveling down the arcanist's arm and coursing into the defeated man's body. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as his muscles spasmed uncontrollably. Priscilla wrinkled her nose at the smell of singed hair as the man slumped in the air, his clothes smoking. When Everto stepped forward to speak to the Inquisitor she almost grabbed his shoulder to yank him back, thinking it would be safer to avoid the attention of the infuriated magician. For a moment she feared Hayworth would strike out at the half-demon, but instead he seemed to deflate, his shoulders slouching and his anger fading to a weary sadness. "Your assistance would be appreciated... Everto, was it? I'll speak with the Master Archivist and see what information he can find in the library. On the behalf of the Academy I want to apologize for this. Please do not think that such happenings are commonplace here." He stared at the unconscious body as two Justiciars picked it up and carried it out of the room, shaking his head slightly in disgust. "Vee, find some rooms for our guest." "Of course, sir." For once there was no mocking tone in her voice. Although Priscilla had difficulty respecting some of the men and women who served as administrators for the academy, she knew that today's events would result in a lot of extra work on their behalf. Hayworth might be a bore and a stickler for rules, but he was truly committed to the institution and its success. She laid a hand on Everto's shoulder and led the tiefling out of the room and up the staircase, nodding at the Justiciar's stationed there as they left. "I'm not going to lie, the housing facilities here are decidedly sub-par. A lot of the faculty have houses nearby in Istan City. The beds don't have bugs and the furniture is sturdy, but there isn't much space to live in." She led him through the maze of hallways and staircases to a corridor that seemed almost entirely deserted. After checking a small chart on one wall, the researcher led Everto to one of the doorways and pushed it open. Inside was a cramped and sparsely furnished room with no window, although there was a dingy fireplace stuffed in one corner. "You can stay here for free, as an official visiting scholar. Of course, once you enroll in classes you could set up in the dormitories, although I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone. If you'd prefer staying in the city no one would mind." Priscilla lifted a set of keys off a hook by the door and tossed it to Everto. |
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| Castor | Fri Feb 17, 2012 9:50 pm Post #23 |
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Everto nodded as Hayworth agreed, good, helping out in this situation would help his chances of entering, while it seemed cruel and calculating to use this moment to his advantage, but helping them was simply the right thing to do. He heard Hayworth ask Priscilla, but he called her Vee for some reason, probably a nickname, he probably hasn't earned the right to call her that though. He set out to follow her as his pet once again laid down on his head, settling down for his nap. He followed her to the room, listening to her explanation of housing issues, he would probably live in the dorms anyway, Pyris would hunt down the bugs and what not easily enough and he doubted they would care if he improved it. He caught the keys that she tossed and nodded, "Well thank you for giving me a tour and helping me with the paladins, I guess it's best if me and Pyris rest for the rest of the day. Oh, I plan on having several people watching my first experiment, I'll send a note or something when the date is established, but first I should sleep, and then go through my journals for all of the information on the paladins. So goodbye for now Priscilla, until we meet again." He didn't even bother to see her leave, his body was still that of a child in some aspects, he was sore and tired from the short bursts of exertion, he laid down in the bed, Pyris moving from his hair to his chest, the duo slept soundly, letting their worries sink away. It was more then a week later, he had compiled all of his information and sent it in, but for some reason they had asked for a demonstration of a wild magic ritual, he had one in mind but didn't want to attempt it, but he would anyway, wild magic was dangerous no matter then situation, at least this ritual would have a high payout if it succeeded. He had been given three people that would judge his work, Hayworth, Priscilla, and some Justiciar, he didn't know his name but he was there. He rolled up his black sleeves and tossed aside his red jacket, Pyris had been left in his room, but he had brought along two powerful items, an icy staff with a serpent spirit trapped in it and a mace meant for slaying undead. He had found both in his wanderings and wished to see what he could do with them, he just had to wait for them to come in and he could start his experiment. He sat down on the floor, meditating to straighten out his thoughts, he needed to be absolutely calm, or else risk death. |
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| Priscilla | Thu Feb 23, 2012 12:13 am Post #24 |
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The week after Everto's arrival at the Academy was positively dull by comparison. Priscilla left the half-demon in his rooms and promptly took the rest of the day off, dismissing Par so he could go back to his studies. She spent the next couple of days completing her experiments dealing with the speed at which her haemokinetic abilities could be utilized, using a wide variety of weapons to gauge her armor's strength and deployment rate. She had other duties to take care of that had been piling up, like finalizing her course schedule and syllabus and finishing the paperwork to request an expedition to a newly discovered ruin in the Hills of Mist. However, she kept Everto's experiment in mind and when he finally sent word to her that he was ready to proceed she headed down to the Wild Magic laboratory. Once she arrived she was surprised to find out that she would not just be observing but rather one of the judges assessing the tiefling's work. Everto was already in the testing chamber with two items. Hayworth murmured under his breath that both of the objects possessed potent enchantments, which only made Priscilla more curious about what he was going to attempt. "Good Luck Everto!"" She waved merrily to the diminutive magician as she left the room, heading for the observation chamber. One of the steel panels that lined the walls of the experimental changer had a pinpoint hole in it that allowed them to broadcast what was happening within. Wild magic was far too volatile and dangerous for them to physically stand in the room while the test was being conducted, so Priscilla and the other two arcanists could watch from relative safety. There was even a complicated enchantment that would allow them to hear what was happening in the chamber. The hameokinetic sat down on one of the available chairs, leaning back in the seat and crossing her arms with a small smile. It was time to see what Everto was truly capable of. |
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| Castor | Thu Feb 23, 2012 1:23 am Post #25 |
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Everto smirked as he turned to see Priscilla waving, he returned the wave and started his work, he spoke as he started sketching a rather complex and fragmented magic circle, "As you can see, unlike most magic rituals, wild magic rituals can be done without a complete ritual circle, it just needs to be scrawled down somewhere in the room, when used the circle comes together with the finished spell or item." He had fragmented the circle into three pieces, he placed the mace and staff into two of the circles and put his own hands in the center, he spoke once more before starting the ritual, "This ritual is for the combining of magic items, doing this has a high chance of fusing my arms into the staff and mace, causing me to effectively have a staff and mace as arms. My goal is to combine the them into my gauntlets or break them down into their base materials, by giving multiple orders I lessen the chances of my arms becoming weapons. This way I can learn their enchantments exactly and have a higher chance of success on the second attempt, this is a necessary attempt in wild magic. Without this step, dozens of wild mages would have died on their first rituals. Now I will start pouring my magic into the circle and issue my requests." He started letting his mana pour into the circle, turning the circles a bright green, he spoke in elven to issue his request, "Wild spirits of the items, I request you become one item or disperse into your basic forms." He felt the wild spirits rush him, as if ignoring his requests. He felt the assault on his mind and body, magical ice starting to form around his body, he cried out in pain as the ice slowly crept up his body. He slowly felt the staff's power run through his body, pouring into the gauntlets, the mace shattered, sending dozens of small metal shards at his form. Everto felt the vengeful spirit that was used to enchant the mace, shrieking his hatred of injustice and undead, it knew of Everto's struggles against evil paladins and undead. The shards started to pour into the gauntlets, becoming one with it. The magic circle became one as Everto let out a painful howl of agony, the ice forming in the cracks of his gauntlets, from the left gauntlet came an ice serpent spirit, hissing in rage and anger, the gauntlets turned icy blue, and finally, instead of claws on his fingers, mace flanges came out of each knuckles, going down his fingers. He felt the pain disappear, the ice surrounding his body shattering, he breathed heavily as he stood, he held his head high and tried to look fine, but his legs shook slightly. He spoke again, this time addressing his knew gauntlets, "I have taken the properties of three different items and used wild magic to fuse them together on a spiritual level. I can grow the flanges of a mace on my knuckles at will instead of growing claws, making it a useful weapon against heavy armor, but that's not all, the flanges still have the undead destroying enchantment in them. Now for the staff, it held an ancient ice serpent spirit in it that could be released at the wielder's whim, it also added frost magic to any spell cast for a little something extra with offensive spells." He released the ice spirit which immediately started to coil around his left wrist, waiting to strike out at his enemies. He started speaking again as he resealed the spirit, "It also gives my gauntlets the ability to be used as a magical implement as long as the spirit is inside them, the experiment is over, I will clean up and come to you for my results." He started by putting what was left of the items into a small bag, that was all he had to clean really, he quickly donned his red jacket and started off, he would arrive in the viewing area in a few minutes, he hoped the people would decide by the time he got there, but if he had to he would argue his case, he wanted part of this academy, even if it meant butting heads with the higher ups. |
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| Priscilla | Tue Mar 13, 2012 6:50 pm Post #26 |
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Priscilla watched the demonstration with rapt attention. Wild magic was one of the last frontiers of the arcane world. Very few magi were competent enough to manipulate the raw energy necessary for the school of magic, and the smallest fluctuation could have calamitous results. Although she was initially worried that Everto would prove to be far less talented than he had boasted, her fears were soon alleviated as he completed the ritual without any accidental disintegrations or explosions. She leaned back in her chair, releasing a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding when the tiefling said he was done. Even with all the precautions they had taken, if something had gone wrong there was a chance all of them would have been obliterated instantly. She glanced at the Arcane Inquisitor with a small smile, raising her eyebrows. "Not bad, eh, Hayworth?" The portly man glared at her, making a shuching movement with one hand while leaning forward to activate the enchanted intercom system. "Well done, Everto. Please wait for our decision." As the arcanist turned off the system, he turned back to face Priscilla and the Justiciar that had been chosen as witnesses for the half-demon's experiment. "Let me speak first. I have no doubt that this individual could further research at the Academy. However, we must also gauge his character. He is insolent, which is a dangerous trait in someone who specializes in such a dangerous branch of magic." "Pssshah. I'm insolent, no one stopped me from enrolling." Priscilla leaned forward, nodding towards the window leading into the experimental chamber. "He might be older than me, but he's barely lived a fraction of his life. He's still technically young. He'll grow out of this rebellious phase and become a true credit to the institution. I saw we give him temporary membership." The Justiciar frowned past his impressive mustache, turning to face the scholar. "If you have so much faith, why only temporary?" "He doesn't plan on staying here, just using our resources and furthering his own research. Those are both commendable goals, but I don't think he's necessarily devoted to the Academy." The haemokinetic lapsed into silence for a moment, letting her colleagues mull on her words. "Everto is a skilled magician and will obviously be an asset to our institution. However, a full Academy rank is something that should be withheld until an arcanist has completed a certain amount of study here. If he stays for enough terms, we can always reevaluate his membership." Hayworth squinted at her, still frowning slightly. "Are you volunteering to sponsor his membership, Ms. Vermillion?" She smirked back at the storm kindler, her tone brimming with feigned innocence. "Of course not, Arcane Inquisitor. I would need a promotion before my rank is high enough to allow for sponsorship." His eyes grew wide for a moment, then narrowed in thoughtfulness. The silence stretched out for several long moments, long enough that Priscilla feared that she had pressed the man too far. However, he eventually leaned forward and activated the intercom once more. "Let it be known that Everto Parvulus be admitted to the Academy of Magic, Istani Campus, as a temporary scholar. He will be afforded the full rights of his rank. Sponsor is Prsicilla Vermillion, Mystic Researcher... First Order. Congratulations." Hayworth stood up, nodding to Priscilla. "I hope you know what you're doing, Vee." She shot out of her own chair, a wide grin splitting her face. "I never do, but that's never stopped me before!" The researcher gripped the man's hand and pumped it enthusiastically several times before blazing out of the observation chamber, entering the main experimental room and heading over to Everto. "Congratulations, Everto! I was rooting for you!" |
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| Castor | Wed Mar 14, 2012 7:17 pm Post #27 |
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Everto sighed, he had to wait for their decision, it was obvious he had completed the ritual better then most would have, he had made his gauntlets as powerful as three different artifacts, but he had also made a bad impression on one of his judges, that could kill it if the man held a grudge. He felt the magical drain from his ritual rip away at his strength, he sighed just before the the magical intercom system flared back to life, he had passed... and apparently he was sponsored by Priscilla, even better, someone he respected would be watching over him. He walked into the hall and saw Priscilla rushing towards him, saying she had been rooting for him, he smiled and nodded, "Thanks, but creating this new artifact has really made me tired, I just need to name them... Iced Bonecrushers will do for now." On cue he made the mace flanges appear, and then fuse back into his gauntlets, he smiled at the new power at his fingertips, until he felt his knees bend against his will, he put his back to the wall and leaned on it to try and cover up his little show of weakness. He looked up to Priscilla as he spoke, "What does it mean that you're sponsoring me and how long do you think it will be until I become a full member?" That was all he was really curious about at the moment, he would learn the answers and then go to the room he had been given, he needed to sleep for a few hours before doing more studying and note taking, after all, his new life started today. |
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| Priscilla | Thu Mar 15, 2012 6:34 pm Post #28 |
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Priscilla watched Everto carefully, knowing that such a tremendous display of wild magic would drain the tiefling's resources. Although he seemed fine at first, she thought that he was acting a little less animated than usual. Instead of drawing attention to this fact, she decided to answer his questions. "Well, you're basically the same rank as a full member. You have all the same privileges and status; the only difference is that you've haven't been here for very long." She began to walk towards the exit to the room as she spoke, knowing that the half-demon would follow her. "The vast majority of full Academy magi are those who have trained here for years, but there are many exceptional cases, such as yourself. You'll receive full membership after working here for long enough that the higher-ups are convinced you are not only trustworthy, but a boon to our institution." She didn't mention that she had supported the decision to keep him as a temporary member for now. Priscilla had spent almost her entire adult life studying and working at the Academy; Everto would have to full earn the right to be seen as an Academy mage, no matter how skilled he was. "Come on, let's get some food in you. That ritual was quite impressive; we don't want you fainting from exhaustion on your first day." The scholar grinned to relieve any sting the comment held and started to lead Everto through the corridors until they reached the mess hall. Richer students and faculty members usually chose to have their meals at restaurants and taverns in the nearby market district, but Priscilla had always liked the simple, stick-to-your-ribs meals that the cafeteria served. "Sponsoring you basically means that I'm the Academy member who's responsible if something goes horribly wrong. In the old days, a sponsor would also take the other mage as an apprentice, but that custom has all but died out. Still, the Academy bylaws state that someone must sponsor any attempt to gain admittance, even if it's temporary." She walked over to the food line, picking up a plate and starting to pile it high with a wide selection of foods. "So don't make me regret it, okay? It took a long time to bowe and scrape up to First Order... I'd like to enjoy the rank for at least a month before it gets taken away." |
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| Castor | Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:11 pm Post #29 |
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Everto listened to her explanations and nodded with satisfaction, he was only one step away from becoming a full member, and then it would only take his works to get him to the title he was shooting for, the title that would give him the most respect possible, Archmage. He felt his stomach growl, when food was mentioned he didn't even care that he felt weak in the knees, he wanted food. He followed Priscilla to the mess hall, he could smell the food which only served to make his stomach growl louder. As they walked towards the line, Priscilla started to explain what it meant to sponsor him, the woman made a rather risky move trusting that Everto wouldn't do something stupid, then again that just meant he had to be extra careful with his experiments. He picked up a plate and looked over the food, taking mostly meat, at some times he had a bit of trouble thanks to his stunted height. Once he had his food he followed Priscilla to a table and started to eat, only stopping to talk, "Now that I think about it, I never told you I'm cursed did I? I should be the size of a full grown male, but thanks to my father's blood, his curse was passed onto me. Males of his blood will remain the size of a child until the curse is lifted, that also means all of my sisters are unaffected and treat me like a child, it's rather infuriating." He went back to eating, the food wasn't bad, and it was filling, what more could he ask for. He looked back to Priscilla and bowed his head, "Thank you for supporting me, I promise that I won't let you down." He went back to eating his food in silence, waiting for Priscilla to speak. |
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| Priscilla | Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:10 pm Post #30 |
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After they had both been served the pair sat down at one of the small tables scattered around the cafeteria. Priscilla's plate had a virtual mountain of foot heaped on it, seemingly far too much for the diminutive woman to eat. However, haemokinesis put a large amount of stress on her body, meaning that she had to eat a large number of calories just to make it through the day. Thankfully, her metabolism was extraordinary as well, allowing her to eat as much as she wanted without gaining weight. She ate at a steady pace as Everto shared more information, not interrupting as he revealed the reason for his short stature. "Huh. I wish I had a curse like that... It would explain why I'm so tiny." She grinned to make sure that the tiefling wouldn't be insulted by her casual tone. She took a long drink of milk before continuing. "Curses are pretty serious business, but if you're interested I'm sure someone here would be willing to investigate it for you. Believe it or not, we have a couple of magi who specialize in reversing curses. It's quite a lucrative field of study; there seems to be no end of cursed items and people in Chaon." When the half-demon thanked her in an earnest tone she paused again, setting down her utensils and raising an eyebrow at him. "No need to sound all deferential, now. The Academy needs more members with some spunk, keep the management from bothering me all the time." She grabbed her spoon and pointed it at Everto like a weapon, emphasizing her words with emphatic jabs of the metal utensil. "I'll be frank, Everto. A lot of people here will treat you poorly. Most racism has been washed out of the Academy, but its hard to stop the persecution of demons. Plus, you look like a child, which means you'll get patronized quite often. We have a full arcanist whose been here for years and looks like a six-year old; some idiots still treat him like a child even though he could tie them in knots telekinetically." She took another bite of her food, chewing and swallowing before continuing. "I'm not saying that you should let them walk all over you... Just try not to bash their heads in when they act like idiots. It won't earn you any friends here." |
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