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VYRIK
Adding insult to injury...
Vyrik, desperate to minimise the calamity he was causing, shot up from the floor with haste and frantically reached out to support the blurred figure before him, the one he knocked into, the one he didn’t want to fall from the balcony. He grabbed at the figure and held them tight ensuring they were stable, his heart calming a little as they were. His blinking eyes recovering sight just in time to notice the red face of a wildly furious noble woman staring daggers at him and the inappropriate placement of one of his hands on her chest, as a violent slap connected with his face and sent him stumbling to the side with a great sting resounding in his cheek.
The lady was truly livid, it had appeared as if her body didn’t know how to contain such levels of rage, and all her anger, fear and aggression had been released into that single mighty attack. Words were lost to her and instead a shrill scream escaped her throat and rang high in the air.
”Shite.” Vyrik groaned. His voice lost to the cry piercing his ears and drawing even more attention their way than his actions already had. If people hadn’t seen him before then they had now likely at least heard her. It would have been easy for him to just jump down from the balcony, the fall being nothing to him, but he was keenly aware of how many eyes were probably pointed in his direction now. Soon, hands were reaching at him from behind. Other people on the balcony.
Just wanting to get out of view as quickly and subtly as possible and for this entire mess to be over with, he acted with a lack of fore-thought that could only be brought on by the heart racing moment of embarrassment, fear and panic.
Vyrik pushed through the doors leading from the balcony and into the house and turned to shut and lock them behind him. It hurt to put weight on his right leg but that was the smallest of his problems right now.
”Shite, shite!” he swore, standing in a large opulent clean room. It was a bedroom of sorts, given the large four post wooden bed in the centre of the far wall bearing more silk covered fluffed pillows than Vyrik had ever seen in his life. Vyrik thought it was criminal to call this space a room, for it was bigger than most houses he had ever lived in.
He had broken into some nice houses in Revidia but nothing like this. The sheer sophisticated indulgence of it all.
A banging on the balcony door shook him from his hypnosis and his eyes immediately went back to the bed where a young boy had been sitting on its edge. Feet unable to touch the ground, dressed like all other pretentious high noble children, eyes wet with recent tears, he now just sat staring back at Vyrik with an uncertain shock.
”Are you, are you robbing us?” a meek soft sobbing voice asked.
”No!” Vyrik quickly exclaimed. Raising open hands out to the child. ”No no, just visiting. I don’t like any of this stuff anyway.” he added playfully with a shrug. ”Say, why are you crying?”
A quick conversation ensued as Vyrik searched for a way out, followed by a promise that he wasn’t sure he could keep. Turns out the boy who was just 10 name days old was disappointed that he hadn’t got the gift yet. But not as disappointed as his overbearing mother was. His sister was a part of it but he wasn’t allowed to watch or enjoy the ceremony until he was a part of it. So in exchange for his help, Vyrik promised to teach him. That whole exchange happened rather fast as the boys mother was banging on the balcony and what was presumably guards, were banging on the front door.
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As Vyrik sat, hidden in a closet he listened to the boys distant voice guide the guards to a back window and tell them of the mage who ran through the house and escaped out there. Vyrik listened very closely for hint of betrayal but none seemed to come. The child was an eerily good liar. Even down to the fake details of his appearance. The guards were quick to follow the boys fake lead and poured back out to search in the direction they were given. One man remained however to see to the lady of the house. A moment later they both left the house too. While Vyrik waited in the oversized closet he found a cloak that would just fit without seeming too ridiculous. It hid his giveaway hair and concealed a little of his face.
Things soon settled back to normal and when the coast was clear Vyrik was lead to the back door. The boy stopped, staring at him and held up a bedazzled jewelled necklace dangling from a clenched fist. For a moment Vyrik was extremely confused. The thing must be worth a fortune judging by the gold, silver and sparkling gems that adorned it.
”My mother will notice this missing soon, its one of her favourites and the blame will fall onto you. I don’t know how long that will take, probably not for days if you are lucky, but it will happen. Then you will be even more of a criminal and another more serious search for you will begin. I’ll put it back when you come back to teach me, just don’t leave it too long.”
Vyrik had to hand it to the arrogant little snot nosed brat. He had some fire and determination in him along with a sharp mind and some bravery too. If he had the gift he would likely become a proficient user. What could Vyrik teach him that expensive tutors could not though. He didn’t need the ire of this wealthy child following him, he was far too smart and ruthless. Things were already bad enough. He gulped as he realised the task at hand. With only a nod of acknowledgement he snuck out into the street and instantly turned his gift to focus on all the voices around him, listening intently for signs that he was being pointed out or noticed. While walking his mind went back to the first conversation he had with the child and he realised he had been played. Was any of it true?
With a defeated sigh he moved into the crowd, trying to hide his limp as made his way to the groupings. It looked to be almost over. Had he missed his calling? How would he know who his teacher was now? What sort of impression did that leave. He groaned to himself. It had been a long day already. Just then a small piece of parchment was put into his hand. He looked up to catch the very nondescript delivery man walking away. Clothes neither rich nor poor, all features plain, and just like that he disappeared into the crowd.
@Dark Cloud
How do you want to take this moving forward. Won’t push you into a fight if you don’t want too.
But if you’re keen to flex your necromancy magic we can do that too.
How do you want to take this moving forward. Won’t push you into a fight if you don’t want too.
But if you’re keen to flex your necromancy magic we can do that too.
The tavern was quite a large space, although only a few people occupied the ground level and all seemed to be otherwise occupied. However the main floor was multi-leveled, with a wide stairway leading to a smaller seating area just between the two hallways that contained the many rooms one could stay in.
It was from this second level, just beyond the angle of sight, the sound of a chair shuffling on the floor could be heard.
A second later the torso of an elderly man could be seen leaning on the railings as he deliberately and loudly cleared his throat.
”And if you find this person, what shall you do..? Oh little necromancer.”
His voice was surprisingly strong and carried well for an old man, full of force and confidence but also a weight of arrogance and cruelty. He stared down at one person in particular and it was clear in the twist of his lip that he despised Alwen.
A flash of light zapped again as the imp touched the edge of its magical bindings, only this time it was not because he moved but because the cage was shrinking.
Behind the man two silent figures made their way to his side. A head shorter and of thin frame, billowing white robes covered their bodies and a large hood concealed their faces. However, somehow their mere presence exuded an aura of danger.
It was from this second level, just beyond the angle of sight, the sound of a chair shuffling on the floor could be heard.
A second later the torso of an elderly man could be seen leaning on the railings as he deliberately and loudly cleared his throat.
”And if you find this person, what shall you do..? Oh little necromancer.”
His voice was surprisingly strong and carried well for an old man, full of force and confidence but also a weight of arrogance and cruelty. He stared down at one person in particular and it was clear in the twist of his lip that he despised Alwen.
A flash of light zapped again as the imp touched the edge of its magical bindings, only this time it was not because he moved but because the cage was shrinking.
Behind the man two silent figures made their way to his side. A head shorter and of thin frame, billowing white robes covered their bodies and a large hood concealed their faces. However, somehow their mere presence exuded an aura of danger.
I won’t be able to get a proper post up till later. Will introduce the culprit
@ONL
”No, this is not like holy wood land, what ever that is.”
A gurgling voice echoed in his head as a shadow imp casually flew past him over his left shoulder. Leathery dark wings beat almost silently as the small fiendish creature landed upon the bar and turned to fix his big empty white eyes on Richard.
”Holy woods sounds like a terrible place. Why would anyone go there? I have seen the forgotten forest though.”
”No, this is not like holy wood land, what ever that is.”
A gurgling voice echoed in his head as a shadow imp casually flew past him over his left shoulder. Leathery dark wings beat almost silently as the small fiendish creature landed upon the bar and turned to fix his big empty white eyes on Richard.
”Holy woods sounds like a terrible place. Why would anyone go there? I have seen the forgotten forest though.”
@Dark Cloud
Binding spell has him trapped.
There’s a holier than thou cleric nearby who doesn’t like demons or necromancers.
Binding spell has him trapped.
There’s a holier than thou cleric nearby who doesn’t like demons or necromancers.
@Song Book@LiegeLord
Less than a full moment after the question was asked, the curious imp drops to his hands as feet and crawls low across the table, tail waving behind it, wide eyes looking up at Ethodi intently. Head slightly angled and body language that could only be described as awe.
Vendril Couldn’t hear the telepathic words it shared with the naga.
”Do you have sharp teeth? Is your tongue long?
Less than a full moment after the question was asked, the curious imp drops to his hands as feet and crawls low across the table, tail waving behind it, wide eyes looking up at Ethodi intently. Head slightly angled and body language that could only be described as awe.
Vendril Couldn’t hear the telepathic words it shared with the naga.
”Do you have sharp teeth? Is your tongue long?
Hey, sorry. I’m not going to be able to get a character together for this. Too busy atm. Hope it goes well though.
He was going to make it. The tailing end of the procession was within his vision now as he ran down the street. They were not yet all at the academy. He found new hope and energy in seeing it, for the people he was seeing were clearly of his mother’s homeland. He knew this instantly. They had proudly brought home with them, displaying their significant style and traditions like a badge of honour, holding onto them firmly as his mother had. They were solid and strong people, of mind and body. Vyrik may have been biased though, being half Eskandish himself. His mother had romanticised her homeland to him and the beauty and purity of its people. If fate had not sent him here, that’s where he would be right now.
The men were in trousers and tunics, whilst the women dressed in strap dresses made of what he imagined to be local Eskandish wool and flax. The odd wealthy individual who walked amongst his country men of all standings, stood out by the silk and gold threads that ran through his clothing or the foreign jewellery that adorned hand and neck. Then there were the furs of different animals, and if what he was taught was true, each animal was either once a beloved companion or a fierce foe now honoured in death.
It was partly why Vyrik had liked to collect feathers. That and how he longed to fly and be free like a bird.
With his new found energy he began to draw. He used the sounds of his destination to power his muscles to get him there. He started to feel light and was making great leaps in no time. That was when his stomach decided it had had enough. He was forced to end one of his jumps early so he could get rid of what he hoped was the last of last nights alcohol on someone’s doorstep. His throat stung and a putrid taste hovered on his tongue. Oh how he really need to start studying chemistry seriously.
He looked up and noticed he was in a fancier district. The houses had balconies and some of those had people in them who eyed him suspiciously. He shrugged it off and took to running and leaping again. Drawing even more this time to make for lost distance. He was growing so close now but also so was the end of the ceremony. It seemed as if the last of the Eskandish stragglers were about to be sent through. He could almost make out the names being called. Bystanders and joyous onlookers were now an obstacle in his way, growing denser as he grew closer. Vyrik was forced to leap higher, jumping over people’s heads now. Landing, running and then jumping again.
Then...
It all happened so fast, he was finally there, he just hand to land and he would have made it. All the students and powerful teachers were gathered here before him. He was struck with awe by the sheer amount of people and excited energy buzzing within the grounds and great buildings as he flew through the air. As his feet touched the ground he was utterly startled by the person appearing before him seemingly from thin air. Preloaded with energy and without time to think he simply expelled instead of slowing himself, shooting up into the air where an unexpected vibrant display of light power immediately went off right near his face, accidentally or deliberately he did not know. This sent him careening off to the side blinded and shaken. He half expected to hit a wall but instead was sent spinning over a balcony after it bashed into his thigh. But before he went tumbling to the elevated floor he felt body on body contact.
First fear of utter embarrassment had him. He was at the back, surely no one would have noticed. WAIT! Did he just knock someone off the balcony!? How high up was he? Is anyone else up here with him. Eyes still stinging and blurry he frantically reaches out in the direction of the body he may of hit.
The men were in trousers and tunics, whilst the women dressed in strap dresses made of what he imagined to be local Eskandish wool and flax. The odd wealthy individual who walked amongst his country men of all standings, stood out by the silk and gold threads that ran through his clothing or the foreign jewellery that adorned hand and neck. Then there were the furs of different animals, and if what he was taught was true, each animal was either once a beloved companion or a fierce foe now honoured in death.
It was partly why Vyrik had liked to collect feathers. That and how he longed to fly and be free like a bird.
With his new found energy he began to draw. He used the sounds of his destination to power his muscles to get him there. He started to feel light and was making great leaps in no time. That was when his stomach decided it had had enough. He was forced to end one of his jumps early so he could get rid of what he hoped was the last of last nights alcohol on someone’s doorstep. His throat stung and a putrid taste hovered on his tongue. Oh how he really need to start studying chemistry seriously.
He looked up and noticed he was in a fancier district. The houses had balconies and some of those had people in them who eyed him suspiciously. He shrugged it off and took to running and leaping again. Drawing even more this time to make for lost distance. He was growing so close now but also so was the end of the ceremony. It seemed as if the last of the Eskandish stragglers were about to be sent through. He could almost make out the names being called. Bystanders and joyous onlookers were now an obstacle in his way, growing denser as he grew closer. Vyrik was forced to leap higher, jumping over people’s heads now. Landing, running and then jumping again.
Then...
It all happened so fast, he was finally there, he just hand to land and he would have made it. All the students and powerful teachers were gathered here before him. He was struck with awe by the sheer amount of people and excited energy buzzing within the grounds and great buildings as he flew through the air. As his feet touched the ground he was utterly startled by the person appearing before him seemingly from thin air. Preloaded with energy and without time to think he simply expelled instead of slowing himself, shooting up into the air where an unexpected vibrant display of light power immediately went off right near his face, accidentally or deliberately he did not know. This sent him careening off to the side blinded and shaken. He half expected to hit a wall but instead was sent spinning over a balcony after it bashed into his thigh. But before he went tumbling to the elevated floor he felt body on body contact.
First fear of utter embarrassment had him. He was at the back, surely no one would have noticed. WAIT! Did he just knock someone off the balcony!? How high up was he? Is anyone else up here with him. Eyes still stinging and blurry he frantically reaches out in the direction of the body he may of hit.
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