Ferrin Astra Colt and Claire
Mors Vincent Omni
The city was as busy as it was yesterday, maybe even more so. The Grand Magic Games had brought wizards and spectators for all over Firore to Crocus to witness the games, and what they signified, a burgeoning re-acceptance of magic. But people seemed to not care what they signified, or give thought to the consequences of their actions. If a wizard started a massacre at the games, it could very well cause a backward slide into another century of fear for magic. Though Ferrin only recently ended up in this time, he knew this was a huge, and frightening possibility.
He and the Twin had been combing the city for hours, talking to people, and looking into anything suspicious, searching for this mysterious necromancer who the Twin claimed was going to destroy the city. Despite the headache it caused him, Ferrin kept his magical senses perked for any feeling of necromancy. Unfortunately, the city was large and he had a limited area that his senses covered.
Ferrin started reflecting on the events that lead to him to this point in time, and those thoughts invoked a storm of emotions that he couldn't begin to contemplate.
Suddely, a voice, followed by the sound of a foot kicking something hard interrupted Ferrin's thought.
"Ugh, this is useless, we have been walking in circles for hours!" Claire shouted in frustration.
"Calm down, sis. I'm sure he knows what he is doing." Colt told her.
"No way in hell! If it was this easy, we would have found them days ago! This is just a waste of time!She has a point. This gets us nowhere. Outside of lucky chance, we will not find them this way. Ferrin pondered, while the Twin argued back and forth.
There has to be a better way. I could try contacting the guilds in the area, and see what information they have...What the-?Ferrin stopped in his tracks.
The Twin, who had been behind him, kept walking and ran into him.
"Hey! What's the big idea!" Claire asked.
Ferrin said nothing, but bent down to put his Gauntlet palm on the ground. He closed his eyes, and furrowed his brow.
Claire took another breath to berate him, but Colt took control, and clapped a mental hand over their mouth.
Quiet! Can't you see he is concentrating?" Colt felt her disgruntlement, but she settled down. The object of Ferrin's scrutiny was a feeling he got. He could feel a line of residual magic, clear, somehow silverly and very thin. The line continued east to west, across the street. Ferrin walked across, following the line, and focusing on it to the exclusion of all else. He drew shouts, and curses, as he blocked foot traffic.
"How very odd..." He remarked. He had felt this same magic before, a day ago, in a completely different part of town. Just like before, it felt new, strong. But it did not seem to do anything. Just marked a line. He walked back and forth, as the Twin looked on in confusion, and the people walking along the street got irate. "GET OUT OF THE WAY, BUD." One shouted. Ferrin pondered it for a while, something about it bothered him. It was completely irrelevant, yet it was out of place from the usual backdrop of the city. Like a book on a bookcase that was slightly out of place, or an off-pitch singer in a choir. It took him a few paces back and forth, before he realized what it was.
"It is not a line...it is a circle." He muttered.
Could it be...Suddenly, a blast of necrotic magic washed over his wide open senses, like a wave. His head snapped up, like a hound that had caught a scent.
"Over there!" He rushed over to the Twin, and snatched them up.
"Hey, what are you dooooooaaahhhh!" Colt tried to ask, just as Ferrin jumped with aether-enhanced strength on the top of the nearest building. He set them down and looked back. Their was nothing, but a confused crowd staring back. Ferrin heaved a mental sigh of relief. He thought they were being attacked. He could still feel the magic, moving away from them very quickly, if he didn't move fast, he would lose it. He bent down,
"No time to explain, get on my back." He said.
The Twin backed away, slightly,
"I'm not really a fan of--" Colt tried to say, speaking for both of them.
"Would you rather be carried under my arm?" Ferrin interrupted.
"Ugh, no." Colt sighed, and he reluctantly got on Ferrin's back.
This is embarrassing... Claire thought to Colt.
"You don't have to tell me that." He thought back.
"Hold on tight!" Ferrin admonished. He took a running start, and he leapt form rooftop to rooftop, in pursuit of the magic. The speed of his passage, rustled his coat, and from the Twin's postion, they could see a very interesting mark on Ferrin's body.
Sis, that mark...is that...?
I think so...anyone would know that mark.
What does it mean?But she didn't respond.
Back on the street...
"That was a dangerous ploy.""I know, but he was getting too close."A moment of silence.
"There is also a certain mage we can use as a scapegoat. Once I lead him there, he will hit a dead end.""Good. Do so."
Unbeknownst to Ferrin, a little skeletal rat was the source of the magic. Guided by it's creator, it lead Ferrin on a chase through the city, bravely dodging stomping feet. And circling birds, before finally stopping at the source of another disturbance brewing. It's task finished, it curled up, and once again, became an inanimate pile of bones. A moment later, Ferrin's boot came crashing down on them, reducing them to dust.
He let a very disgruntled Twin down, as he took a look around, his magic held at the ready. Loud shouts nearby drew his attention. He moved over to investigate. He was half hidden in the shadow of an alleyway, as he watched the details of Nidhogg's showdown with the various other wizards, most of which Ferrin couldn't identify.
This guy again. He though.
I need to question him, but getting an honest answer will be a pain in the ass. He studied all involved as tensions mounted.
Crap, this is going to get ugly. I have got to do something, and fast. He prepared to charge in, but he checked himself.
Stupid, stupid, that is what got you into trouble last time, dumbass. This Nidhogg is a slippery fellow, dead set (ba-dump-ching) on causing mayhem. I need to formulate a plan... Ferrin stayed where he was, as the dome went up.
"This fellow really likes his domes..." Ferrin remarked idly. He turned to the Twin, whom he was in charge of protecting.
"Stay here, out of site, or if things get chaotic, run far and run fast. I will be able to track you via that ring you are wearing." They nodded.
"Hey, Ferrin." Colt said, hesitantly.
"Don't die."Ferrin flashed him a grin, that was full of confidence and cocky assurance.
"Ha! They would have to kill me first." He said, turning away, and heading toward the dome.
Most of the once-gathering crowd had exercised the better part of valor, and ran off. Leaving only the brave or foolhardy with the Lich.
I'm one of the brave ones, right? Ferrin though. Two of the mages had been pulled below ground, but Ferrin decided to let them fend for themselves. His priority was to capture Nidhogg, or kill him, then damage control.
As he made his move some one else crashed the party, literaly.
"Hey!" He shouted at the newcomer.
"You are stealing my thunder!" He then turned, and pointed at Nidhogg,
"And I have a bone to pick with you, Lich."@Lunarlors34@Joshua Tamashii@Roseletta@Zarkun@Raijinslayer
