Silver Thorn // IC
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In the sprawling city of Balfest, laying high atop the highest hill to overlook the city, lay the three story building bearing the mark of the Silver Thorn. The guild had only came in the past few years, but it’s renown has grown greatly in those times. Many seek to join, to grow as wizards and find work with those of like mind. Many of the new members were instructed by Master Azar that they were to undertake a high level mission with an experienced member as something of a test, and learning experience. Though they were not told the name of the wizard, only that they were to meet outside the guild hall until he arrived.
“I wonder where he is?” Sorin questioned as he sat on the bench outside the guild hall as he waited for the others. So far the only other person that was around was a few members of the guild he recognized that were just talking. He knew they weren’t coming on this assignment since they had been in the guild for some time, though he supposed one of them could be their guardian for this. It seemed unlikely though since while they were strong, they didn’t strike him as the type to be put in charge of a group of newbies.
Rubbing the guild mark that was on his neck, he thought about this place. He had joined only two weeks ago, till then he had just been something of a drifter. He hadn’t really accepted any missions since he had joined, only a few that didn’t require him to leave town. He guessed that was why the master had told the newbies they were going out like this, to get them on their feet doing real missions.
“You always look like your so deep in thought child.” Looking up, Sorin saw an old man he recognized from around the guild, though the name escaped him at the moment. “You need to relax, I hear your going on quite the outing today are you not?”
Nodding abit, he smiled from beneath the collar of his shirt. “Yes sir, the master is pairing a lot of us newbies up with one of the top wizards from the guild to go out and take care of a dark guild. It seems like abit to much ffor newbies to handle, but I suppose I’m looking forward to it.”
The old man just sat down next to him with a nod. “No need to worry child, Mastar Azar wouldn’t send you all out on an assignment he wasn’t certain you could handle.”
Tiny beads of water dripped from the beautiful dark red petals as Atticus sprayed the mist bottle over the rare flower. He worked with an almost surgical precision to spread the liquid evenly across the blooming plant; it was a skill that came from nearly a lifetime of practice in caring for his parent's legacy. This Blood Rose was the last of its kind, for all other seedlings had been lost in the fire that took away his family, and in a way it was Atticus' final link to his childhood. Though it often seemed silly for a mage to spend so much time pampering and pruning a flower (and indeed, there were several members of the Silver Thorn who took great amusement in insulting his 'hobby') it had become his own way of calming his mind before a job. He took great pride in the vibrant flower beds outside his second-story apartment windows and many locals of Balfest could often be seen admiring the myriad of colorful, and often extremely rare, specimens he maintained.
His mind at ease, Atticus let out a soft sigh and set the bottle back in his horticulture case before closing it with a click. The sun was well up, moving away from the eastern horizon, and he was soon to be expected before the guild house. Running a hand through his long, blonde hair he couldn't help but wonder exactly why the guild master had given out this assignment. He'd only joined up with the Silver Thorn about a month prior and had run a handful of simple individual mission, mostly delivery or investigative work, to get enough Jewels to pay for his apartment and get him established in the city. Then out of no where Master Azar declares that he'll have to participate in a special job with several other newbies to secure his position, something that was not necessarily unheard of in the Mage Guilds but that still raised several red flags in Atticus' mind.
Still, all the master had to say was that dark wizards were involved and the young mage couldn't resist.
Grabbing his travel pack, he made sure it was stocked with at least five days worth of supplies before retrieving Epinoc from its case: a small wooden box covered in a myriad of elegant blue runes. He didn't put the clawed silver gauntlet on his hand, instead clipping it to a holder at his waist, and headed straight for the door. The morning air filled his lungs as a refreshing gust of warm wind hit his face, ruffling the brown-leather jacket and the elegant white-collared shirt beneath, briefly exposing the silver guild mark shining on the left side of his lower neck. With hands buried in the pockets of his pants, Atticus Tyren's knee-high boots clicked against the pavement as he slowly walked to that large compound overlooking the city.
It didn't take long for the young mage to round the last bend and spot the final stretch to the guild hall, though he stopped short before a small wooden bench on the hillside where another young mage and an older man sat talking. "You're here for the new mage's job, eh Sorin?" Atticus said in a rich tenor, his bright blue eyes scanning the boy carefully from beneath the wispy locks of light-blonde hair.
There was nothing more captivating in Balefast than the view of town from the large hill the Silver Thorn Guild resided. Even from such a great distance, Alice could make out the scenery of the town square. Bursting with life, the people danced around town. To them they were just completing the same mundane errands they always had, but there was an odd grace in the flow of strangers through cramped streets that left Alice mesmerized. Today she had braided her long, silky hair right over her shoulder. The ebony strands stood out against her almost illuminated skin. The light green insignia of Silver Tooth could be seen creeping up over her shoulder. She had decided to braid her hair today so that everyone could see her guild mark. She usually preferred to just let it flow freely, but doing that everyday of her life would become boring for sure. Her travelling clothes were far too big for her. A light beige tunic with brown trousers that she had borrowed from one of the other guild members. She looked absolutely childish in these rags, but she couldn't go gallivanting around the country in her usual gowns and she didn't have enough jewels to buy more clothes. The belt was wrapped three times around her waist, effectively making her lower half look like a wrinkly balloon. The top wasn't so bad, but the large V shape in the chest area was obviously tailored for a rather up-himself man. She'd pinned the fabric together as best she could so that her cleavage wouldn't be out in the open for everyone to gawk at. The shoes were actually rather comfortable. Thick leather boots that went halfway up her shin. She was able to tuck most of the fabric from the pants into them. Slung over her shoulder was a simple brown rucksack, which carried a heaping of medical supplies the group may need. Ever since she joined the guild she had only taken local jobs which involved healing the sick, so the idea of actually going out on a real, potentially dangerous mission both frightened and excited her. The sun shone brightly through the clouds and Alice decided it was time to go and meet the rest of the group. She'd only been in the guild for a few weeks and yet she was fairly infamous already, however her name was mostly met with a number of exhausted sighs and curses. That didn't bother her though, she would surely grow on them in time.
Skipping across the cobblestone path that lead up to the Guild, she could start to see the grassy plains where the other Mages were gathering. A couple of wooden benches were already occupied, and Alice could already see a few people sparring with each other in the distance. She made a mental note to go and cheer them on at some point. The grass crunched underneath her feet as she approached a small group of Guild Members she instantly recognized. Smiling, she picked up the pace of her skip into a brisk run, almost sprinting towards them. Atticus barely had time to react before she pounced, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a tight embrace.
"Aha! I knew I'd recognize that golden mop anywhere! It's a beautiful beacon of hope for all those who are lost. Thank you so much for guiding me to this location Mister Blondey!" Alice dropped herself, freeing the unfortunate Atticus from her snare. She danced around him, waving her arms around in a ridiculous fashion. "Friends! We are all together, let us rejoice with song and dance. And cake! I should have brought cake." She held her hands up to her head, pretending to be frustrated. Twirling around, she dropped herself down onto the bench next to the other mage, leaning her head uncomfortably close to his.
"Sorin, your hair is particularly smooth today. What conditioner do you use?" Alice rubbed her scalp back and forth along his, humming to herself in an offbeat melody. More and more people were starting to gather at the location, and the excitement was becoming too much to bare.
"Isn't this just great? All of us together for the next few days! We are going to learn so much about each other." Leaping up off of the bench, she began to circle around Atticus, Sorin and the elderly man with them spouting more nonsense about the trip. Odd remarks about the mission containing a murder mystery love triangle got Alice excited and she started to grow tired of waiting. She wanted the show to start so the shenanigans could begin.
The words had barely left his mouth when suddenly Atticus found himself accosted by the overly-bubbly hug machine that was Alice Leijon. They had met on only a few occasions, mostly in the guild hall during job down times, and yet that didn't seem to perturb her from extremely uncomfortable (at least for whoever was drawing her attention in the moment) displays of affection. So surprised was the blonde-haired mage by her appearance that every muscle in his body seemed to tense and he found himself lucky that he hadn't accidentally bit off his tongue. "You're... welcome... Alice." Was all he managed to choke out before she finally released him from her death-hold. A gloved hand came up to rub the new sore spot on his neck as he watched the strange girl bound over and turn her sights on Sorin.
Definitely the most cheerful person Atticus had ever met (quite obnoxiously so), the young mage wasn't sure exactly how he felt on her accompanying them on this job. He had heard talk her rather unique fire magic was quite powerful in many ways, but it was painfully clear that she didn't seem to take too many things seriously, at least outwardly. With this mission sounding so dangerous, he hoped she wouldn't become a liability for the rest of them with her carefree manner. Maybe it was all an elaborate ruse?
Atticus grimaced for Sorin as she began rubbing her head against his in some kind of attempt to share hair products.
Maybe it was a very elaborate ruse.
"Say, how long have you been with the Silver Thorn, Alice?" Atticus said with a curious tilt of his head, his bright blue eyes studying her curiously. "I sometimes forget you're technically a new mage with the... eh... comfortable way you seem to know everyone."
Well, this should be great. Waking up, Atrus did his normal morning doings. Washed up, clothed up, and ate; these were the only things that Atrus needed to do, as he only really relied on the bare necessities. Balfest was a nice and pleasant city in Atrus' eyes, even though he hand't been there long. taking a step out of his house, he walked out to the Silver Thorn guild as he had for the past few months. He wasn't anywhere near S-Class, but he made his money however he could. Well, time to see what those nut-jobs are up to today, I guess. grabbing one of his favorite books, Atrus was off.
By the time he got to the guild and looked around, it seems like things have already gotten weird. With a light sigh and a slight glare, Atrus took his time walking around. he didn't usually get mixed up in whatever happens, but he knew all to well that something was bound to happen. He just sat down and began reading his book like he usually did. after he woke up a little more, Atrus might wander over and pick a job.
"Well, good to know that you're all having fun without me!" A womanly voice spoke over the others as Lucilia arrived to the guild. It seemed like everyone was already starting to play around with each other, which certainly helped Lucilia take her mind off their mission. Honestly, she was rather nervous about fighting off dark mages. She had a strict "No Kill" policy, but she didn't think the other dark mages had the same restraint. If anything, if she didn't come at them with killer intent, she'd likely wouldn't be able to finish the mission with the others. But at least Alice bubbly shenanigans put a smile on her face.
"And there's nothing wrong with being familiar with each other, Atticus. Though we should at least... Well, make sure that we know each other well. Savvy?" That last part was directed more towards Alice. She didn't mind the girl, as Lucilia has learned that so long as you don't try to escape her, Alice is only a second-hand annoyance. But with the guild, there were always worse people to be around than Alice. "Though before you direct the same question to me, I've been part of the Silver Thorn for little under a year." Crossing her arms behind her back, she learned towards Atticus, showing him where her guild mark was; it was on her left eye, shaped out from her Iris. It was just a contact lens though, allowing her to remove it when she goes to performances; She isn't called the Psychic Songstress for nothing. Lucilia did music collaboration with various bands around Balefest, providing parts that the band do not have the resources for. She never held a show for herself, but her skills as an assistant in such matters were well known enough that she didn't need to even advertise.
Before Sorin could even answer the blonde hair boy, He found himself being attacked by the guilds resident ray of sunshine. While she was rubbing her head against his, he just returned the act with little enthusiasm but figured he might as well play along. “I don’t use conditioner.” He said as he moved finally out of the girl’s range. “It’s nice to see you again as well Alice.”
One by one he watched other newbies arrive at the guild, and wondered how many of them were coming on this mission of theirs. Though once Lucila arrived, the old man that had been sitting next to Sorin stood up rather easily. “Well, it seems everyone is here. To begin, you may call me Zadon.”
“Zadon? One of Silver Thorn’s Elite?” Sorin questioned rising an eyebrow, somehow imagining someone else.
“Yes, him. Are there any questions about this mission before we leave?” He asked simply, looking around among the group.
Atrus enjoyed his book in peace as he took himself out of the world. he watched that world, rather than living in it. His body was motionless when he didn't occasionally flip the page. When he heard about the questions, Atrus closed his book and stood up. He looked at the "team" he was stuck with and nodded. all of these wizards could use their magic in battle while he couldn't. of course he could just use his blades, but it wasn't very wizard-like. Not here. Atrus answered with little emotion, and hid the book under his jacket. of course he had questions, but it wasn't the time to ask his type of question. The master had good judgement, and he wasn't one to question the master. taking another look at the others, Atrus once again questioned why he was even on this mission. Pushing it aside, Atrus nodded to himself and took a step towards the door.
"Nice to see you too, Lucilia." Atticus responded with a friendly smirk, his light blue eyes flickering between her and the other new comer, Atrus, who seemed content with his nose in his book. He thought it was somewhat surprising that she was part of this particular group, though he understood she spent less time around the guild and more time in greater Balfest. The blonde-haired mage had even managed to see her perform once or twice with a few musical groups in the city and with her talent he had silently wondered why she bothered with a career in magic.
They all had their own ways to unwind, he supposed.
When Zadon introduced himself, Atticus' eyebrow raised slightly for he had not expected one of the top class guild mages to accompany them. It appeared this task was to be a lot more dangerous than anyone had initially suspected and though he wished to question Master Azar's motives, he held his tongue silent simply because he had already decided he would go on the mission. The answer wouldn't have mattered because he wasn't going to pass up a chance to stop some dark wizards.
By the time Lucilia had joined the group, Alice was already hanging upside down from the bench, her feet dangled over the back and her braid dropped down and coiled like a serpent on the floor. Her logs rocked back and forth while she tried to touch the tip of her nose with her tongue; a little game she played whenever she had to wait. She spotted the Songstress' beautiful, flowing hair from a mile away. Tumbling back in excitement, she pulled her knees up to her chest and bounded up from the ground like a bouncing ball. She failed to stick the landing and instead stumbled a few feet forward right over to Lucilia.
"You two are so adorable together!" Alice covered her face in her hands, suppressing the desire to squeal in front of the other mages. "The quiet florist and the soulful songstress, no matter how much they grow to appreciate the beauty of their craft they will still only have eyes for each other. A dwindling flame of passion and obsession. He attends her concerts, secretly wishing he could speak to her after the performance, but never having the courage to do so. And she admires his care and delicateness with nature from afar, never wanting to get too close. Oh my, I think I need a moment." Turning around to face Sorim, she burried her face in her hands as her cheeks started to grow an unnatural shade of red. Quietly, she whispered towards Sorim in a rough, almost demonic voice.
"I ship it. So. Hard." Bursting into a fit of giggles, the young mage turned back to the two she had no doubtedly just made even more uncomfortable with a glimmer in her eye. She wanted to go on, she wanted to scream to the heavens of their 'love'. However there was only so much her new guild mates could tolerate and she wanted to get off to a decent start with them. At first everyone thought that Alice's obsession with pairing everyone in the guild off with someone else was just a stupid joke. However after about a week of her little matchmaking game, it become all too sudden that she was far too serious about the whole thing. Not that everyone was complaining. A young couple in the guild met because Alice suggested they'd be happy together.
An older man approached the group, his strange attire catching Alice's eye instantly. She hopped slightly closer to him, eyeing his clothes up and down. She then looked at her own oversized travelling wear and frowned.
"Wanna trade?" She pointed to his outfit and then back to hers. She'd probably look better in black. He introduced himself as Zadon. She'd heard of him before; and quite a powerful mage he was according to the rumors. Being with someone so strong definitely made Alice feel better about the situation.