[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=aba400]Maxamillian Gray[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1120141739236282439/Copy_of_Copy_of_Dark_Blue_and_Gold_Aesthetic_Tarot_Desktop_Wallpaper_.png[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=aba400]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=aba400]Spells:[/color][/b] Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, Flames of Faltine, Tnus itcaf assim, Basic Spellcraft 
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Max shrugged at Klaras question. [Color=aba400]"Never really had to. I can make my own weapons on the spot. That…and half the time the law was after us so having a weapon on me would've been bad."[/color] he said as he gave his sword a practiced swing. It wasn't exactly his weapon of choice, but when fending off demonic plants he figured that it was probably the better weapon to go by. That or a massive battle axe which would look cool as hell. He tried to focus on that thought, and ignore the uneasy feeling that covered him from head to toe. It was as if his body was sinking in tar but he couldn't see it. That is, until the plants began to flower. Flowers were the last thing Max had expected to find in Limbo. Not unless they looked as though they could maim you with one wrong touch. These however looked harmless, floating above their heads as they each got onto the Chariot one by one. The horses began talking about some old legend, one Max hadn't considered in a long time now.

He let out a big yawn, one arm stretching to the heavens as the other one covered his mouth, his sword placed onto the floor of the chariot for the time being. [Color=aba400]"The Green Eyed One? I thought they were just an urban legend. A story to tell your kids to keep them in shape. Besides if they were real, what could we even offer to a God of Death?"[/color] He let out another large yawn as he began to slump onto the Chariot. [Color=aba400]"I think…[i]yawn[/i]...I think these plants are putting us to sleep. We gotta…gotta…"[/color] The words left him for a moment as he began to doze, just before Stranges words reached his ears and jolted him awake for a moment more. [Color=aba400]"I summon…I…the winding Wimbs of Watoomb"[/color] The grogginess didn't help with Max's attempt to cast the Winds of Watoomb for the first time. He'd heard of the Conjuration spell that worked wonders to banish creatures and spell effects, but never once attempted to practice it. His words slurred and hand gestures fumbled the minute intricacies that were the somatic components to the spell. Instead of a gush of wind that wore off the effect, a mass amount of glitter exploded with a foul sulfurous smell accompanying it.