I understand, well, I'll scrap that idea as well.
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I've settled on making a sorcerer that focused on research, but I don't know what his goal will be. Are there any major problems related to magic?
I've settled on making a sorcerer that focused on research, but I don't know what his goal will be. Are there any major problems related to magic?
I am fairly interested.
We're going on a journey.
It was heavy. It was dark.
Chunji opened his eyes to see a familiar room. With a wooden roof, the grassy smell of the outside permeates through the window. He could hear the familiar sounds of the birds chirping as he removed his blanket off of him.
He was home, yet he wasn't.
"Chunji! Breakfast is ready!"
A masculine voice immediately made Chunji step out of his bed. His mouth hurt, and the cats eyed him oddly as he walked past them. Entering the family living room, he met eyes with his shadow-faced father. He was smiling(?) as he gestured towards the table. "Eat. You have a long day ahead of you."
Chunji looked down at the table. It was a simple rice dish with vegetables. Oddly enough, the room smelled of fried eggs. "Your mother is praying right now, so don't disturb her." Chunji looked back to see that his father disappeared.
He was dreaming. It could explain the inexplicable feeling that he was having right now.
Suddenly, the door that seemed so far away became so close. Something slithered between Chunji's toes as he looked over to acknowledge it. He could hear the faint yet loud murmurs.
"Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Ahhh..."
Chunji turned away from the door. A blink and he found himself outside the door. Something wet slobbered itself on his leg. An elderly dog looked up at him expectantly.
"Mutt." Chunji simply said as he reached out to him. The dog leaned his head forward for Chunji to touch its soft fur. As soon as he did, his hand was immediately smacked away by a wooden sword.
The wooden sword clattered onto the ground as he kneeled.
"Chunji... You have to be better than this. We can't be around you all the time." Came the disapproving voice of his shadowy father.
Chunji wanted to speak, but he couldn't. The words were trapped inside and failed to struggle to escape. Still, Chunji picked up his sword and turned to face his father.
A giant serpent eyed at him.
Chunji opened his eyes to see a familiar room. With a wooden roof, the grassy smell of the outside permeates through the window. He could hear the familiar sounds of the birds chirping as he removed his blanket off of him.
He was home, yet he wasn't.
"Chunji! Breakfast is ready!"
A masculine voice immediately made Chunji step out of his bed. His mouth hurt, and the cats eyed him oddly as he walked past them. Entering the family living room, he met eyes with his shadow-faced father. He was smiling(?) as he gestured towards the table. "Eat. You have a long day ahead of you."
Chunji looked down at the table. It was a simple rice dish with vegetables. Oddly enough, the room smelled of fried eggs. "Your mother is praying right now, so don't disturb her." Chunji looked back to see that his father disappeared.
He was dreaming. It could explain the inexplicable feeling that he was having right now.
Suddenly, the door that seemed so far away became so close. Something slithered between Chunji's toes as he looked over to acknowledge it. He could hear the faint yet loud murmurs.
"Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Ahhh..."
Chunji turned away from the door. A blink and he found himself outside the door. Something wet slobbered itself on his leg. An elderly dog looked up at him expectantly.
"Mutt." Chunji simply said as he reached out to him. The dog leaned his head forward for Chunji to touch its soft fur. As soon as he did, his hand was immediately smacked away by a wooden sword.
The wooden sword clattered onto the ground as he kneeled.
"Chunji... You have to be better than this. We can't be around you all the time." Came the disapproving voice of his shadowy father.
Chunji wanted to speak, but he couldn't. The words were trapped inside and failed to struggle to escape. Still, Chunji picked up his sword and turned to face his father.
A giant serpent eyed at him.
Chunji paid no mind to Ciara's reaction to being drugged by Otis. With her impulsive personality and profoundly injured condition, calming her down with opioids was acceptable in Chunji's eyes. Part of that was attributed to the fact that he was carrying an injured Davil in his arms. The quicker that reached the clinic, the better. Chunji pressed his lips and spoke to Ciara.
"Rest easy, Ventaura. Arillo did not lie. Opioids help ease pain by triggering the brain to release endorphins. Although you received a higher dosage compared to mine or Kyrios's, you should save your grievances for tomorrow. Now is not the time to fight, again." Hopefully, that will be enough to calm down Ciara.
Then that entered through Otis's door.
A space most unfamiliar greeted Chunji as they entered the laboratory. This place must serve as an intermediary for Otis's portals. Chunji's eyes did not wonder all too much, though, as he followed Otis's path. Partly out of respect for privacy, lack of interest, and desire to see Davil get treatment.
Chunji did little as Otis checked the other side. He wanted to ask Iraleth and Otis a question so he could adequately quell the buried emotion but now wasn't the time.
Crossing through the door, Chunji appeared through the door behind Otis. He walked up carefully with Davil in his arms. "I am back, receptionist," Chunji stated. "What my classmate said is true, and the one in my arms needs urgent care. It would be prudent to take him off my arms as I will soon collapse from hypovolemic shock, approximately in one minute, after losing at least 25% of my blood from today's events."
Despite his words, neither Chunji's body nor his words wavered in front of anyone. When Davil were to be retrieved from his arms, Chunji would inadvertently collapse like a puppet cut from its string.
"Rest easy, Ventaura. Arillo did not lie. Opioids help ease pain by triggering the brain to release endorphins. Although you received a higher dosage compared to mine or Kyrios's, you should save your grievances for tomorrow. Now is not the time to fight, again." Hopefully, that will be enough to calm down Ciara.
Then that entered through Otis's door.
A space most unfamiliar greeted Chunji as they entered the laboratory. This place must serve as an intermediary for Otis's portals. Chunji's eyes did not wonder all too much, though, as he followed Otis's path. Partly out of respect for privacy, lack of interest, and desire to see Davil get treatment.
Chunji did little as Otis checked the other side. He wanted to ask Iraleth and Otis a question so he could adequately quell the buried emotion but now wasn't the time.
Crossing through the door, Chunji appeared through the door behind Otis. He walked up carefully with Davil in his arms. "I am back, receptionist," Chunji stated. "What my classmate said is true, and the one in my arms needs urgent care. It would be prudent to take him off my arms as I will soon collapse from hypovolemic shock, approximately in one minute, after losing at least 25% of my blood from today's events."
Despite his words, neither Chunji's body nor his words wavered in front of anyone. When Davil were to be retrieved from his arms, Chunji would inadvertently collapse like a puppet cut from its string.
"...Ventura," Chunji almost referred to his peer's first name but withheld himself from saying it. "As I've told you before, if you have nothing of use to say, then don't say it. Your worry is wasted on me." Though, Ciara's worry was rightfully placed. All of them knew that their limits were hit. However, he needed to redirect his worry toward Ciara's interest. "Remember why you are here. Even though you have helped Davil, your name still hasn't been cleared by a person of authority for the guards. So..." Chunji took Davil from Ciara and laid him down on to the ground as if he were made out of class.
"So, stay behind me. At least until we can ease the situation." Calmness soon settled into Chunji, and so did the waves of pain that shored up into his body. He looked over Davil's body, and his perceptive eye peered through him. A laceration to the stomach that's bleeding profusely. His stomach was churning with vomit, so Chunji quickly lifted his so that he would not choke on it. Though before he could say anything of note, another bright light manifested near him.
The damned Otis.
If Chunji had lost control of his emotions, he'd been sure that he'd give the owl some choice words, but nothing surfaced. A potion of sorts was offered to him. A frown filled with suspicion filled Chunji's face, but nonetheless, he took it. The taste of opioids washed over his buds as the pain began to soothe. Unfortunately, no potion or magic could help Davil, who was in pain at the moment. Any more foreign essence would prove detrimental to his recovery, and Chunji didn't want to fuel Davil's very apparent addiction.
"Dayin, to me." In a split moment, a carbon copy of Chunji manifested to his side. With a wave of Chunji's hand, the clone dispersed and revealed itself as his Adapa. "Assist me, Dayin." The Adapa glimmered before seemingly stopping.
"Warning: Essence Rebound imminent. The use of essence will have a detrimental effect on the user. Advice: Do not use essence at this moment." The Adapa hummed in his mind.
That wasn't an option, of course. Chunji cut open Davil's shirt to have easier access to his stomach. "Dayin, drain the blood." Without further wait, Dayin obeyed and began removing the blood.
What felt as if countless needles had pierced his skin, Chunji quickly worked on Davil. He did what he could by applying antibiotics and bandaging to his wound. It wouldn't be enough to fix Davil, but it'd be enough to at least transport him safely through Otis's door.
Without a word, Chunji carefully lifted up Davil and prepared to walked through Otis's door.
"So, stay behind me. At least until we can ease the situation." Calmness soon settled into Chunji, and so did the waves of pain that shored up into his body. He looked over Davil's body, and his perceptive eye peered through him. A laceration to the stomach that's bleeding profusely. His stomach was churning with vomit, so Chunji quickly lifted his so that he would not choke on it. Though before he could say anything of note, another bright light manifested near him.
The damned Otis.
If Chunji had lost control of his emotions, he'd been sure that he'd give the owl some choice words, but nothing surfaced. A potion of sorts was offered to him. A frown filled with suspicion filled Chunji's face, but nonetheless, he took it. The taste of opioids washed over his buds as the pain began to soothe. Unfortunately, no potion or magic could help Davil, who was in pain at the moment. Any more foreign essence would prove detrimental to his recovery, and Chunji didn't want to fuel Davil's very apparent addiction.
"Dayin, to me." In a split moment, a carbon copy of Chunji manifested to his side. With a wave of Chunji's hand, the clone dispersed and revealed itself as his Adapa. "Assist me, Dayin." The Adapa glimmered before seemingly stopping.
"Warning: Essence Rebound imminent. The use of essence will have a detrimental effect on the user. Advice: Do not use essence at this moment." The Adapa hummed in his mind.
That wasn't an option, of course. Chunji cut open Davil's shirt to have easier access to his stomach. "Dayin, drain the blood." Without further wait, Dayin obeyed and began removing the blood.
What felt as if countless needles had pierced his skin, Chunji quickly worked on Davil. He did what he could by applying antibiotics and bandaging to his wound. It wouldn't be enough to fix Davil, but it'd be enough to at least transport him safely through Otis's door.
Without a word, Chunji carefully lifted up Davil and prepared to walked through Otis's door.
Ripperino. I guess I just read too much into it lol.
Edit: Though to answer your question, I had asked Nanaya about the distinctions of medicine and potions. So I was being particular about that detail. mb.
Edit: Though to answer your question, I had asked Nanaya about the distinctions of medicine and potions. So I was being particular about that detail. mb.
@Nanaya
So what Otis offered. He says potion but is it medicine since it uses opoids instead? I'm just wondering for clarification. The last thing we need is to accidentally poison Davil.
So what Otis offered. He says potion but is it medicine since it uses opoids instead? I'm just wondering for clarification. The last thing we need is to accidentally poison Davil.
Don't worry, I'm already on it.
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