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Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

^{Bayard Lux, and Plutus Ishtar}

@Zarkun, @Lunarlord34

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The surface of a shallow creek glistened with the morning sun, the gentle rolling of the rapids downstream in harmony with the drone of insects and croak of a wisely toad. Perched upon an exposed rock amidst the stream, the amphibian gazed into the wild shrubbery across the stream in contemplation. A gentle rustle caught its attention. With a wary croak, the creature shuffled to the water’s edge and dived beneath the surface just as a sharp squeal prefaced the sudden arrival of a wild hare.

The hare burst from the shrubbery, skipping across the stream in a panic. A young man followed suit, dressed in a short sleeved, navy coat with a fur collar. In his hands he clutched a glaive with a star shaped blade, the shaft elegantly inscribed with the mantras of the boy’s homeland. When running through the creek, his boot caught on the rock the toad had previously sat upon and sent him planting face first into the water.

Lifting his head, he watched the hare scamper off into the dense woodland. His stomach growled. With a long groan, Plutus let himself collapse back into the stream.

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“Moron!” Bayard socked Plutus, who was positioned in a groveling kneel, with a heavy bonk on the top of his head. The younger mage clutched the sore spot on his head and winced, blubbering out an excuse.
“The lil’ guy was too quick for me, Bayard! He had a home field advantage.” Plutus had secretly hoped he wouldn’t catch the rabbit, since the idea of slaughtering the fuzzy friend for lunch made his stomach turn. Bayard expected as much.

“We wouldn’t need to hunt for food if you didn’t turn down the reward for our last gig.” Bayard scolded, picking the kid up by the scruff of his neck and to his feet. Plutus folded his arms and pouted.
“Real heroes don’t work for money.” He muttered, averting his gaze from the older mage. Bayard opened his mouth to argue, but instead settled for a disgruntled sigh. The kid had heart, he’d give him that. Yet passion doesn’t fill an empty stomach. The pair had made somewhat of a name for themselves as vigilantes – much to the disdain of the Rune Knights. They weren’t appreciative of wizards who worked outside the guilds and by extension, the council.

Plutus' naïve, fairy tale view of heroism was what drove him; often leading to some of his most surprising acts of courage. It also meant his skewed view of reality was a constant annoyance to the more cynical Bayard. The light mage reached into his rucksack and removed a bread roll, breaking it in two and offering the bigger half to his downtrodden companion. Plutus face lit up, clutching the food in his hands with glee before going in for the bite. Yet just before his jaw was about to enclose around the aromatic, firm crust, he shot Bayard an accusative look.

“You paid for this bread didn’t you?” When Bayard said nothing, the boy had his answer. Shoving it back into the older mage’s hand, Plutus turned away and began to pack away their camp.
“Fine, go hungry then!” Bayard spat, turning away and continuing his own preparations.

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The two were walking through the forest silently, both smoldering at each other with occasional glances. When Plutus couldn’t take it any longer, he walked straight ahead whilst shoving past Bayard with an annoyed grunt.
“You shouldn’t steal. People have a hard enough time getting by without losing their profits to low-life thieves.” He shot a look back at his companion on ‘low-life thieves’. That was the last straw. Bayard clenched his fists, stepping closer to Plutus with longer strides and spinning him around with a firm grip on his shoulder. Reaching down to his collar, he lifted the kid closer to him while menacingly staring down at him with a scowl.

“Listen here you little,” Bayard paused, staring around him for a moment before quickly shoving Plutus into a nearby shrubbery. He crouched behind the bushes as well, making sure to move as little as possible.
“What gives-” Plutus began, before Bayard clasped a hand around his mouth. He peered over the bushes, pointing through the foliage into the woods. It was hard for the boy to discern at first, but he would soon enough make out the silhouettes of two figures. The pair watched, hoping the unknown duo would pass them by.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

I am working on a post atm. Aiming to have it completed either tonight or tomorrow.

Cloud Chasers | First Book: Casting Stones Upon the Glass Sky |[ Invite Only ]|

In all his years as captain, Ragnar had never once heard the barracks fall completely silent. Even his own authority had failed to achieve such a feat. Yet as Adelyn stood amidst the crowd, the thud of the book she’d just lobbed at the captain’s head managed to accomplish what Ragnar couldn’t. The crew stared, mouths agape with shock, between the young noble and the captain who had so callously insulted everything she knew.

Then Adelyn’s own insults began. They poured from her mouth like a broken dam, mercilessly washing away any and all Chasers who drew her ire. A young pirate snickered as the lady next to him copped a savage remark that left her speechless.
“Hah! She got you good!” He jaunted, though his laughter was quickly silenced when the scorned pirate sent him flying through the crowd with a brutal right hook.

He wasn’t the only one.
“What’d you say, ya harpy screwing shite?!”
“Put ‘em up, ye sorry excuse fer a pirate!”
“How’d you like to taste your own teeth?”

In an instant, the barracks came to life with a series of battle cries, gunshots and jeers. Punches were thrown, weapons drawn and spell circles summoned. The captain, who had been standing quietly throughout the whole ordeal, turned back around just in time to watch Adelyn slip away from the carnage. He let his crew go for a moment before taking a deep breath and clasping his hands together. His eyes were closed, building an intense concentration of power throughout his muscles. He began to spread his arms wide just as his eyes opened; his gaze fierce.

“Echo Clap!” He bellowed, his hands pounding together as a roar of thunder. The wave of magic that radiated from him shook the entirety of the ship. The pirates inside the barracks toppled over each other, unable to maintain solid footing due to the captain’s Quake Magic.

Mona found herself shoving Alex off of her with a frustrated grunt. The drunken doctor was looking quite pale, his eyes widening with the realization of what was to come. He attempted to clasp his hand over his mouth, but that did little to stop him from emptying his guts over the floor.
“Alex, that’s disgusting!” Mona squealed, clambering away from the putrid stench as best as she could. She found herself next to Huangdi. He had asked her something before the brawl had broken out, but now wasn’t the best time to offer a response.

Meanwhile, Silver Claw and Amara remained standing. Before the captain’s spell toppled over the young girl, the other pirate had quickly stabilized her by wrapping his arm around her waist and digging the claws on his free hand into the side of the ship. Once the rumbling had stopped, he quickly released his grip and rolled his eyes at the groaning mess of pirates that lay before him.

“Let’s hope you’re more useful than this lot.” Silver Claw said, addressing Amara directly. Once everyone had stood up on their feet, Ragnar cleared his throat.
“You all have your assignments. Rest up. Tomorrow’s mission is important.” The captain made no comment regarding Adelyn’s assault, turning back around and continuing his path to his quarters.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

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Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

So which characters are heading out on missions not related to Tenrou? I'll need to excuse to introduce Bayard and Plutus.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Plutus Ishtar

✦ Character Theme | Killer Whale ✦

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Full Name

Plutus Ishtar

Age

16

Gender

Male

Species

Human

Personality

Larger than life, Plutus is experiencing the land of Fiore for the first time through his fresh, naive eyes. The type of kid to find something exciting about absolutely anything, Plutus is hyperactive and free spirited. A lot tends to go over his head, which he doesn't seem to mind so much. Ignorance is bliss after all. Not the brightest tool in the shed, but definitely the bravest! Plutus fancies himself a bit of an adventurer, like the ones he used to read of when he was a kid. In fact, he does his best every day to emulate those heroes in the books as much as he can. Plutus, unable to keep his nose out of other peoples business and in way over his head, has a tendency to jump on any chance to be helpful. This often leads him into some very undesirable situations.

Or at least that's what anyone who isn't Plutus would think.

To him, danger is just another form of excitement! The rush of a life or death quest, the breeze in his hair as he soars high above the earth with spear in hand, and the warmth in his heart when he can make the difference to a soul in need. These are all the things Plutus lives for. Plutus sees the good in everyone, even his grumpy companion Bayard.

It is Plutus' goal to become a hero, which he believes he can achieve by fulfilling the task he came to Fiore for. Finding his sister.

Strengths

✦ High speed fighter with aerial prowess
✦ Knuckleheaded Courage
✦ Compassionate

Weaknesses

✦ Magic works best in open spaces
✦ Naive
✦ Easily distracted

Guild

Rogue

Mage Rank

C Rank

Magic

Dragoon Magic
Holder Magic that involves the dexterous use of polearms in order to flourish in aerial combat. An orthodox magic, used by Knights of a faraway land to bring down fierce wyverns from the skies. The Dragoons, clad in heavy armor, used their magic to leap high into the skies before charging lance first into their prey. The gracefulness of their flight and scale piercing force of their dives which utilize the entirety of their body weight is a hallmark of the Dragoon Knights.

Spell List

Vault: The Dragoon takes to the skies at incredible speeds.

Tailwind: Whilst airborne, the Dragoon may vault laterally up to three times before beginning their descent.

Zephyr: Vaults the Dragoon forward along the ground with an intense rush of speed. Targets he collides with along the path are briefly sent airborne.

Dive: Plummets from the skies to deliver a devastating piercing attack.

Hurricane Dive: Descends from the skies with a powerful Dive that sends all targets near the impact point airborne.

Dancing Edge: Dashes forward whilst airborne with a wide sweep of the lance. If Dancing Edge successfully hits a target, the Dragoon is able to execute an additional vault to maintain altitude.

Spinning Edge: Dashes forward whilst airborne, rapidly spinning forward with the lance extended. The Dragoon becomes a flying wheel of death and is able to traverse the skies at higher velocities than normal.

Wheeling Thrust: Uses the forward momentum from Spinning Edge to execute a powerful Dive capable of piercing through heavy physical and magical defenses.

Equipment

✦ Jörmungandr: Plutus' glaive, Jörmungandr, was taken from his Mother. She told him the weapon holds a hidden power that the Dragoons of his homeland are able to tap into. Though Plutus has long since forgotten this tidbit.

✦ Wyvernscale Armor: Enchanted scale-mail of the Dragoon Knights, granting resistance to Wyvern Fire as well as absorbing the impact of Dive abilities.

✦ Candy Cigarettes: "See? I can be cool too, Bayard!"

✦ Worn Pendant: A trinket his sister used to wear. The pendant has an enchantment on it so that only she can open it. It was all Plutus was able to find of her when his village was raided.

Fighting Style

Plutus doesn't just carry around his glaive for show. He is able to wield the weapon at an adequate level; by no means a master but diligent enough to hold his own in a fight. True to the teachings of his village, Plutus is trained in the unique fighting style of the Dragoon Knights. His powerful legs can leap high into the sky and easily maneuver to line up a perfect, piercing dive. He avoids direct confrontation, instead using his magic and natural agility to daze foes with a series of vaults, flips and twirls. All the while lashing out with his glaive in deadly arcs and lunges.

Plutus is notoriously slippery in combat, with even the most skilled fighters having trouble locking him down due to his peculiar pole arm style. However the weight of his armor can be a burden sometimes, causing him to over exert himself if he isn't mindful of his stamina and pacing.

History

Plutus came to Fiore a few years ago in search of his sister, Fay, who had been taken a few months prior during a raid on his home village. Born in Isvan, in a mountain range famous for its treacherous wyverns and year long winters, Plutus grew up surrounded by the herioic Dragoon Knights. His parents both served as Dragoons, keeping the skies clear of wyverns so that Plutus and his sister could enjoy the day. It wasn't long before the young boy insisted he begin his training to join them. The complete opposite of his studious sister, who spent her days analyzing star maps and reading the constellations. Fay had a knack for interpreting the night sky, and would often predict when the next wyverns were due to attack or the best times to harvest crops. Her gift did not go unnoticed, however.

One day, raiders came to the village with one goal; capture the young astrologian. Those who possessed Fay's gift were rare indeed, and it came as no surprise to the village when a malicious soul came to claim her power for their own. Despite fighting valiantly, the Dragoon Knights fell to the Dark Wizards among the raiders and Fay was whisked away from her home. Plutus remembers calling out to her, but she was too petrified to answer. The next day, Plutus helped his mother tend to the wounded. His father had set out with a search party to bring his sister home.

Things weren't the same without Fay. Even the stars were dimmed without her presence. Plutus' mother couldn't bring herself to fight any longer, spending most of her days inside. The young boy couldn't stand to see her suffer. Plutus made a choice one day, leaving behind only a note and taking his mothers glaive on a quest to join his father in finding his sister. Their paths have yet to cross.

His journey has taken him across the world, facing all types of treachery. He's made a few enemies, but even some friends. His quest lead him to Fiore, after all, a land of such wondrous magic. There is no doubt in his mind that Fay is here; among other brilliantly gifted mages. Plutus could only hope he wasn't too late to save her.

Bayard Lux

✦ Character Theme | Short Hair ✦

Appearance

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Full Name

Bayard Lux

Age

23

Gender

Male

Species

Human

Personality

Brash and unruly, Bayard makes sure those who encounter him never forget it. A little rough around the edges, it's no surprise to most that Bayard isn't the biggest socialite in the world. He doesn't mind company, but is easily annoyed and lacks the necessary filters to keep him from running his mouth. Easily bored, Bayard tends to make his own excitement when push comes to shove. Unfortunately for him, not many people look kindly on his little outbursts.

There's a lot of anxiety when it comes to exploring his emotions. Bayard would rather people think him some tough street punk than expose his weaker side to them. Even close friends find themselves being pushed away during times of insecurity. Yet despite this reluctance, Bayard is intensely invested in the well-being of those he would call family. In particular, Bayard is quite protective over Plutus; though if asked he'd deny it.

Bayard isn't the type of person to back down from a challenge, but he's also humble enough to accept when he's beat. While not really the courageous hero type of guy Plutus thinks he is, he can't just sit by and watch people suffer injustice. His status as a vigilante has made him quite wary of who he can place his trust in, but he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Strengths

✦ Adept Swordsman
✦ Confident
✦ Skilled musician, vocals

Weaknesses

✦ Stubborn
✦ Reculusive
✦ Broken Wing

Guild

Rogue

Mage Rank

B Rank

Magic

Lumière Croix
Wizards born into the noble House Lux possess the ability to manifest their spirit as a pair of wings made of holy light. These incandescent appendages are intangible and illuminate the immediate area around them. When the Lumière Croix are activated, the user is able to wield potent Light Magic.

All Lux Wizards who possess the Lumière Croix are able to control the speed of their descent and detect the presence of evil. Additionally, each Lux Wizard possesses a unique magical aspect granted to them by their wings.

Bayard lost one of his wings some time ago. As a result, the effectiveness of his flight, evil detection and Bastille is reduced.

Spell List

Bastille: Bayard’s wings wrap around himself and up to three people, solidifying into a nigh impenetrable barrier that grows weaker with each attack that strikes it. As it suffers continuous damage, the wings begin to crack and crumble until they eventually shatter.

Sword Oath: Bayard’s sword radiates with a holy light, gaining increased cutting power and bathing all nearby allies’ weapons in a similar light. Additionally, Bayard and his allies gain Smite. Cannot be used during Shield Oath.

Smite: Afflicted targets are more effective versus dark forces such as demons and dark magics.

Shield Oath: Bayard assumes a defensive stance with his sword, creating a large ring of holy magic around himself. This ring significantly slows the velocity of all projectiles that enter it. Bayard moves slower, but becomes highly durable. Additionally, Bayard and his allies gain Ward from Evil. Cannot be used during Sword Oath.

Ward from Evil: Afflicted targets become highly resistant to the effects of Dark Magic.

Sword Oath – Techniques: Can only be accessed when Bayard is in Sword Oath.

Broken Wings: Three enhanced sword strikes that carry Bayard forward with a gentle beat of his wings. The finale is a downward strike that unleashes a blinding blast of light.

Tackle: Interrupts Broken Wings combo to charge forward in a rush of light, damaging and briefly stunning a target.

Spirits Within: Plunges Bayard’s sword into the earth, releasing a radial discharge of holy light that stuns and disorients all caught within the effect.

Holy Spirit: Fires a beam of razor sharp light from Bayard's blade, piercing targets over a long range.

Shield Oath – Techniques: Can only be accessed when Bayard is in Shield Oath.

Guardian Angel: Glides to a targets side up to a moderate distance away, granting Bayard and his target a brief increase to speed and defenses.

Clemency: Heals a single target for a moderate amount.

Bulwark: Removes a single detrimental effect from a target.

Sheltron: Assumes a stationary, defensive stance that allows Bayard to fully block the next physical strike against him.

Equipment

✦ Dark-Eater: Bayard's Greatsword, Dark-Eater, has the inherent ability to absorb Dark Magic into it's blade and infuse it's wielder with Dark Power temporarily. The weapon is frowned upon by the Knights of House Lux, but Bayard ceased to care for their opinions long ago.

✦ Serrated Throwing Knives: Simple, lightweight tools that cause bleeding. Bayard's employment of throwing knives is yet another strategy looked down on by his family. In his own words, "If it works, it works".

✦ Cigarettes and Lighter: Bayard smiles every time he remember the mortified expression on his mother's face when she found out he smoked.

Fighting Style

Skilled with his Greatsword, Bayard uses solid footwork and a keen eye to outmaneuver his foes in combat. With the size and weight of his weapon limiting him, he tends to play on the defensive most fights. Utilizing any and all tactics, including dirty fighting tricks, Bayard creates openings in his opponent before going in for a mighty cleave. Bayard wields his weapon in his left hand, using his weaker right arm to deliver quick jabs or shoulder tackles into unsuspecting opponents. He never wields his weapon with two hands, as his training under House Lux was for utilizing both sword and shield.

Bayard is quite physically fit, possessing enough stamina to keep up with skilled opponents. True to his rambunctious nature, Bayard likes settling disputes with his bare hands first and foremost. He only ever draws his blade when it becomes clear he'll need to use his magic to protect himself or others.

History

In the Capital of Crocus, the prestigious manor of House Lux presides. Once a family of famed Paladins, wielding the power of Holy Light to smite blasphemers, the Lux clansmen have since hung up that mantle in exchange for the prestige of being affiliated with Fiore's royalty. While the Holy magic of their forefathers is still passed down through the family, the Lux Wizards tend to offer their services to the Rune Knights nowadays rather than the pursuit of evil.

Gerard Lux, father of four and current head of House Lux, will always be remembered with the utmost contempt by his son Bayard. A ruthless dictator to the family, Gerard was insistent that his three sons and daughter would make him proud as Fiore's best and brightest Knights. In pursuit of this dream, Bayard and his siblings were subject to the most grueling physical and mental training. The very best money could buy.

While each of the four children were rebellious in their own ways, it was Bayard who was Gerard's biggest thorn in his side. He copped the worst beatings from his father, oftentimes just to protect his younger siblings and draw his father's ire away from them. In particular, he worried for his youngest brother Simon. The boy was just not cut out for being a Knight, and the training was taking too heavy a toll. When Bayard brought up his concerns with his father, Gerard took it to mean that Simon needed stricter instruction. The next week, Simon was sent away to Isvan to train at a notoriously nightmarish military complex. Bayard and his siblings were told he could write weekly. They never received a single letter.

The very final straw for Bayard was Gerard's intention to wed his only daughter, Isadora, with the son of another noble family. His hope was that the arranged marriage would further his personal agenda to gain favor with the royal family. The man Gerard intended to hand his daughter to was at least twice her age, with a malicious look in his eye. Even at the age of fifteen, Bayard knew he had to stop this stranger from taking his sister away. So he slit the man's throat in the dead of night.

The next few days were mostly a blur. Having never taken a life before, Bayard become more and more frightened at the reality of what he did. Not to mention how furious his father was. The beatings his received for his 'little stunt' as Gerard put it were severe. His father even resorted to using his own magic, something he had never done while punishing Bayard. As a result, one of Bayard's magical wings was permanently broken.

More interested in protecting the family name, Gerard made sure to cover up everything as best he could and stage the death as an unfortunate accident. When the dust began to settle, Gerard shoved Bayard out the door and disowned him from the family. Over the last few years Bayard has floated through life, picking fights in bars and taking the odd security job. He even had a brief stint with a Dark Guild, just working as hired muscle for them. It was here he encountered Plutus. The little idiot's grin was infectious, and Bayard couldn't help but think of his lost brother Simon.

Plutus was a young adventurer who had heard of the Dark Guild's misdeeds and decided to take them on. When Bayard stood opposite him in the forest that day, Plutus was severely outnumbered. They were mostly thugs, but even that would have been enough to take him down. Yet he stood resolute, lance at the ready as he goaded the ruffians into striking first. Bayard isn't sure what compelled him to throw the first punch into his comrades head, the ensuing fight was too much of a blur. Yet when he and Plutus were the last ones standing, it became clear to him that this kid might be worth sticking around.

The two have grown in infamy over the last year they've been together, a pair of wizard vigilantes wanted by the Rune Knights for their obstruction of justice and property damage. Bayard had never put much thought into what he wanted his life to be, but helping others in need whilst being on the run was a hell of a lot better than following the path laid out for him by his father.

Cloud Chasers | First Book: Casting Stones Upon the Glass Sky |[ Invite Only ]|

Another streak of lightning set the sky ablaze, giving Mona a quick glimpse of her comrade’s faces. Sania was worrying as she usually did, but still eager to be of any help. Ezekiel’s face was calm, eyes locked on the contraption with the focus of a true artisan. Lazulin’s eyes radiated magic power, glowing in a most eerie fashion that persisted even once the rest of him had faded back into the shadows of night. The deafening crash followed soon after, shaking Mona to the core. Her heart thumped rapidly, sensing the ever growing intensity of the storm closing in on them.

“Let's have Sania do it. Charge the lacrima, I mean. Her magic seems to match the energy of this storm near perfectly-“ Mona didn’t catch the rest of Lazulin’s plan, a gale of fierce winds whistling in her ears. What she did hear sounded promising.

“Laz, you legend! What an idea!” Mona began to praise her friend, but was interrupted by Ezekiel who had seemed to come across some revelation when examining the machine.
“That's a good idea an' all, but I think I found tha problem.” Ezekiel explained the issue, revealing it to be a lot simpler than Mona had expected. Sure did make her feel dumb that she couldn’t notice an out of place screw. She knelt down beside the disruptor and sure enough, lodged between the main gears, was the aforementioned copper screw.

Mona cursed like a sailor, though her vulgarity was cut off by another clap of thunder. Reaching in to the machine, she gave the bugger a little twist and yanked it with a frustrated grunt. The atmospheric disrupter sputtered and coughed like a dying animal before whirring back to life with a soft purr. Standing up, Mona couldn’t contain her excitement at the prospect of not being torn to pieces by a vicious wet season storm. She gave Ezekiel a big squeeze and then a friendly punch in the arm.

“Bloody hells! Wish you’d shown up sooner, gear-brain.” She jaunted, giving a polite nod to the three of them for their assistance. After a few moments of running, the disruptor shot a beam of energy up into the sky. It soared above the ships mast a few feet before dispersing; cascading around the ship in a perfect sphere of tessellating blue hexagons. When the sphere connected underneath the ship, it flashed a bright white before fading away. Mona removed her hood and held out her arms. She couldn’t feel a single drop fall onto her. She saw another bright flash of lightning scar the night sky, but there was no thunder to be heard.

One of the other crew members approached the group. He was a brute of a man, his size rivalling that of Captain Ragnars. He wore a fur pelt around his waist with a pair of scimitars holstered to his hips. His exposed body was covered head to toe in orange fur with black stripes and his face was more feline than human. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, but the intense gaze from his glowing, yellow eye was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“’bout time ya worthless knaves did something right. Was beginning to question if yer was even worth ya salt, I was. Get to the barracks, now. Cap’n’s orders.” And with that, Silver Claw headed off in the opposite direction; no doubt to gather up anyone else not present for Captain Ragnar’s address.
“S’pose we better head down there. I don’t want to end up on Silver Claw’s shit list.” Mona suggested. She wasn’t one to back down, but Silver’s reputation as an elite Cloud Chaser and horrifically brutal fighter was known to all across the Free Skies. Definitely someone you would want to have on your side.

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Down in the barracks, Captain Ragnar watched as the last few crew members made their way into the room and crammed themselves in like sardines. Silver Claw arrived shortly after the last stragglers, giving him the signal that everyone was present. Slowly, he rose from his seat and cleared his throat.

“Chasers,” he began, his voice deep and powerful in such a way that demanded other’s attention. “The Librarium are preparing to send another shipment of food into the city-state of Keter. Food they have stolen from the good people of Pandora!” He pounded his fist into the table, sending a few empty pints toppling over.

“It sickens me to the core, thinking of those indulgent nobles stuffing their faces at their pompous parties while those who work day and night to feed their gluttony starve!” His words were met with a few outbursts from the crowd.
“Death to the Librarium!”
“I’ll rip their guts out!” He rose a single hand, restoring silence.
“That food belongs to the people! It comes down to us, protectors of the Free Skies, to take back what is rightfully theirs. Crow’s sources have informed us that the food is being transported via freight train along the Banskie Skyline, route fourteen. When it reaches Suphlatus, it will be transferred to one of Keter’s direct lines. Those trains are far too fast for the Chaser to keep up with and are heavily guarded to boot. Our best chance is to intercept the cargo before it reaches Suphlatus.”

Murmers began to rise among the crowd, the faces of sky pirates lighting up with eager, toothy grins. One young lass rose her make-shift prosthetic arm into the air.
“We’re pullin’ off a heist ya mangy currs!” She roared, and the room lit up again with cheers and merry shanties. The captain joined his crew in the uproar, smashing back another pile of ale while he slung an arm around a drunken Alex. His voice cut through the riot, silencing the rowdy lot.

“These Skies belong to no man! We’ll make sure the Librarium remembers that when we hit ‘em where it hurts tomorrow!” He rose another pint, watching as the crew followed suit with their own drinks. They drank together, sharing this moment and relishing in what it truly meant to be a Sky Pirate. When the crew began to settle, Ragnar sat down and began to move around various pawns on his sky map.

“We’ll be splitting into three squads. Team one will be responsible for infiltrating the Sky Train via gliders. You’ll need to get on board, take out any Knights and bring the train to a halt. Team two will be protecting team one’s approach with their own gliders, making sure they deal with any Librarium resistance. Finally, team three will be heading off tonight to Banskia Central Station. If this mission is to succeed, team three will need to infiltrate the control tower and shut down their comms. Team one and two can’t move out until we’re sure the Knights can’t call for reinforcements.”

There was a buzz of excitement in the air. It had been some time since the crew had undertaken an operation of this magnitude. Ragnar pulled out a last from under the map, beginning to read off the names of the various squads. First was team one,
“… Laz, Adelyn…”

Then the second,

“… Ezekiel, Amara, Silver Claw…”

And finally, the third team that was to depart tonight.

“… Huangdi, Mona and Sania.”

There were a few pirates disappointed that they weren’t being sent to Banskia Central. It was one of the finest stations among the Hierarchical Realms with the most expansive network of Sky Routes. But more interesting was the Banksia Bazaar, a marketplace teeming with black market dealings and wondrous treasures. What so many wouldn’t give to get a chance to trade at such a renowned network of merchants.

“The rest of you will stay behind and tend to the ship with me. Alex, you take a few into sick bay with ya and be ready to help the wounded. Team three, meet me in the landing docks in one hour.” And with that, Captain Ragnar stood up from the table and made his way through the crowd, returning to his chambers while the excitement of tomorrows mission still lingered in the air.

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Ignis, the Wayward Magus

Ignis Barthandelous

✦ Character Theme | The Worm's Tail ✦

Appearance

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"You will be my masterpiece!"

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Full Name

Ignis Barthandelous, the Wayward Magus

Age

57

Gender

Male

Species

Human

Personality

Ignis is an inquisitive soul with a thirst for knowledge of all things Magical. He's an easily intrigued fellow who has a bit of a problem sticking to one train of thought. His students often claim to see his head in the clouds, lost in his latest obsession. Ignis finds it near impossible to sit still, not a trait one would associate with such a renowned scholar. The Magus prefers to learn through action, as theory can only take you so far. He believes greatly in the power of knowledge, never hesitant to share it with any who seek his wisdom. In fact, he often laments on how so little people these days wish to sit and discuss his hypothesis' with him.

While he may seem like a cheery fellow, his reputation in the magical world is less than kind. And for good reason. Ignis' curious nature is his biggest detriment, so much so that once his fleeting attention has finally locked onto something; he simply must follow through. He has a tendency to work above the law and morality when it comes to his experiments, never fearful of committing heinous acts in the pursuit of knowledge. To Ignis, the ends justify the means and there is no such thing as forbidden knowledge.

Strengths

✦ Highly knowledgeable in the Arcane.
✦ Highly versatile and unpredictable.
✦ Childlike curiosity, leading to bold discoveries.

Weaknesses

✦ Minimal attention span.
✦ Lacks the physical prowess he once possessed in his youth.
✦ Curiosity borders on mania.

Guild

None. Formerly a Magus of the Grand Archives.

Mage Rank

S Rank

Magic

Cantrips: Mundane magical tricks, requiring the most entry level knowledge of the arcane. While not hard to grasp fundamentally, their power is often underwhelming and singular in purpose. The effective application of cantrips is dependent on the ingenuity of the wizard implementing them.

Cantrips Ignis uses include:
• Lesser Telekinesis – Ignis can move small, inanimate objects with his mind.
• Lesser Pyrokinesis – Ignis can create magical sparks that ignite flammable objects.
• Cast Light – Ignis can create a small, magical light source.
• Magic Script – Ignis can write words and draw pictures in the air with his magic. Unlike a Script Mage, these words hold no power.
• Requip – Also referred to as Lesser Conjuration, Ignis is able to summon forth small objects and tools stored in an alternate space. Opposed to a Requip Mage, Lesser Conjuration has a sparse limit to what can be stored. Ignis mostly keeps vials, parchment, ink and his favourite quill.

Greater Telekinesis: Similar in function to Lesser Telekinesis, but with enhanced effects. Greater Telekinesis allows for much heavier objects to be manipulated. The more mass an object possesses, the more concentration and power is required to move it. A benefit of Greater Telekinesis is that it does not require any form of Magic Circle in order to be used. An orthodox magic with many uses, and a personal favourite of the Magus.

Spell Steal: A technique of Ignis own creation, allowing him to instantaneously draw in the magical essence of any mage in his line of sight within a 30ft radius. Doing so allows Ignis to cast a flawless replica of the last spell cast by his target. Ignis may store up to three stolen spells.

Spells of a higher caliber than Ignis is able to wield may still be cast, but at a severe Magical Power penalty. All spells may be replicated, even those that require a Holder component or belong to a Lost school of magic.

Erase: Forgets a stolen spell. No Magic Cost.

Multi-Cast: Casts two or more stolen spells simultaneously.

Dual-Cast: Combines the power of two stolen spells into a new, more powerful spell.

Tri-Cast: Combines the power of three stolen spells into a new, more powerful spell.

Fighting Style

Ignis always believed one best learns through doing, and this philosophy has brought his studies to the battlefield many a time. In combat, Ignis is able to analyze not only his opponents strategies, but the intricacies and movements of ethernano through their spells. With this knowledge, he is able to flawlessly replicate their magics and use them against their foe. His biggest advantage in a fight is his unpredictability, but this can also be a deficit. Being able to mimic spells and break them down into new ones never before seen both bewilders enemies and Ignis, who delights in the chance to apply something entirely enigmatic in nature.

Ignis operates best at a range, firing his spells as destructive artillery. He has limited options if a fighter gets in close, instead having to rely heavily on his Telekinesis to keep himself safe as well as any stolen spells. If every caught in a situation without his magic, Ignis would be unable to call upon any martial training to aid him.

History

The extraordinarily gifted and highly controversial former Magus of the Grand Archives. Ignis Barthandelous, while not known greatly across the nation, is a name any who go into the study of the arcane arts come to know. His study into Ethernano and how a Wizard manipulates it earned him glory among the greater Magus community, but his unethical practices and shocking morale code put the final nail in his coffin when it came to his status in the Archives. Fiore's Grand Archives is an magical institute that houses brilliant, studious minds. Not dissimilar to a Guild, but rather than accept jobs to aid the people, these scholars invest their time into magical discovery. Above them all are the Magus. All genius' in their own right, it was the Magus who oversaw the Archives and acted as mentors to it's younger members.

Ignis Barthandelous rose to the mantle of Magus at the age of 28, one of the youngest to be initiated in his generation. Under his tutelage, students flourished and their contributions to the magical world earned them well deserved renown. Though none of them would deny that their success was not in part the fault of Ignis. His teaching practices were fresh and revolutionary. He preached study through action and the mantra of using failure as the ultimate teacher. Never having been one for grazing over mountains of dusty tomes, Ignis' approach to learning did not necessarily yield the most knowledgeable charges; but it did get the most results. Ignis was celebrated for his success as both a scholar and a teacher, until his curiosity got the better of him.

Ignis began to delve deeper into aspects of magic most would consider taboo. His insatiable hunger for knowledge lead him to committing some wicked acts that would shock the other Magus'. The exact incidents were too innumerable to list, but they heavily involved experimentation with Dark Magic and involved living, human subjects. Stripped of his title and condemned before the Magic Council, Ignis barely escaped a prison sentence due to some leverage he held with the old Council. Though he would remain free, he would never be welcome in the Archives again. Though his wicked acts were covered up to protect the reputation of other Magus, there are few scholars across Fiore who do not know of Ignis Barthandelous.

When he was released from his position, there was one of his students who abandoned the Archives and expressed a desire to join Ignis on his newest quest for discovery. Always being one for a challenge, Ignis was delighted to have the opportunity to learn whilst exploring the land. Despite everything, he never once came to regret his actions and was proud of his contributions to Wizards across Fiore, deeming his removal from the Archives as a mere differing of opinions.

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