The merchant boy strolled around the noble district, somewhat uneasy during the evening of Velles the twenty-third. Was it really okay for him to just stroll around here? Perhaps he could come over as noble if he tried hard enough.. and if he was going to find one of the more pesky nobles he could always make a run for it.
After looking around the district for a while he stumbled upon a rather eventful dorm. Fiske decided to cloak himself before looking into one of the windows. Laughter, food, booze. Ah, it looks like a delight to be a part of it The boy thought to himself. oh, how he’d love to be a part of it. A while after taking in the party, a smile formed on the boy. “It seems that this party is not fit for an artist like me, but let me reward you for this entertaining view.” Fiske grabbed one of his small purses and left it in front of the door, knocking on the door and swiftly leaving the area.
Once in a safe enough distance he peered and saw a woman pick up the purse before going back inside. Content, the boy clasped his hands together. “Thank you, Alise.” Once out of the Noble district he laughed. “I wonder if Ipte will look favorably on me now.” He happily skipped towards the swirl. “I also wonder if Alise is free, combining my art with hers is quite the challenge.” And with that, he went in.
Dorothea’s feelings were quite turbulent. Anger, fear, sadness… guilt. Everything about that day was wrong. Not only did she fail to keep her mind on the mission, she also yelled at people she shouldn’t have and Manfred… Manfred… if not for Vedil, would’ve died.. However the price… the thought of it was enough to truly terrify her. No matter what she tried to do to keep those thoughts at bay, nothing helped, even her books weren’t enough to calm her.
The feeling of her body moving outside of her own control, the magic coming from her… terrifying magic she does not know coming from her fingertips. The feeling she felt when She beat those things… even if it wasn’t her own doing… it felt invigorating. ‘Was that my doing? Was that me?..’
“Well, if I don’t have much left. I guess I’ll have to make my life worth something before..” She gulped. “..I’m gone..” A warm feeling came over her as she realized that at the very least she could use her life to help someone that deserves it more.
Looking through her mail. “A suitor’s letter, another one, another… Oh, this one is transparent about it. No Heinrich, my family isn’t interested in an alliance with your house.” Then a letter with not just one familial seal on it… but one of the combined houses... “Are the Benrath organizing a party, having every other house’s blessing? Maybe the Rheinsburg thought it would be important enough that every other house would put the national seal on it?.. ”
Tears dripped off the girl’s cheek as she read the letter. “You’re kidding, right?... Me?.. This must be a prank letter, haha! Annalie can be a bit of a prankster!” Dorothea’s laughter did not last long, being replaced by silence. Placing the letter on the table, taking a seat and resting her head onto her arms all that could escape her mouth was a soft: “Why?..”
“Imbeciel, Dummkopf, Fjols!” Fiske was rather annoyed with himself, walking in circles. To think he’d be that brave… or rather idiotic enough to try and jump into almost certain death! “Perhaps I’ve gone mad. What in the world made me want to help those bastards out? They could’ve died for all I care!” The kid pulled on his hair. “Am I growing soft?...”
Remembering the feeling of Martina and Moli drawing was enough to make him feel sickness to a similar degree. The fear of knowing both of them could have turned him into a past-tense made him tremble once more. “Martina…. If that is your real name… I will have to thank you for being so merciful…”
The boy smirked. “And I still have to cash in for that dance.”
Dory was feeding her pet Schluckodil, Mrac. "You're growing quite well. You'll be big and strong soon!" It was truly hard not to spoil such a cute one like him, but she has tried to not make the young Schluck too spoiled.
After feeding Mrac, Dory grabbed her new favorite book and sat down. "Let's read some more of your adventures, mister Laughing knight." She carefully opened up the book once more. Reading and filling in the blanks for hours and as the book concluded, a bright smile was plastered on the Feskan's face.
"He's so cool! I wish I could be as strong as him. So confident and daring. In a fight he laughs, while I tear up in one." Just like a star-struck child, Dory got hit with the real world quite hard. "I won't ever be like him though" The girl grew more frustrated. "No matter how much I practice. No matter how much I learn. No matter how much I try! I will never be able to beat strong people."
Envy hit the girl hard. Envy towards her own younger brother. Envy towards her Friends. Envy towards even people she barely knew. “If I had their power, people would look at me. If I had their power, people would respect me. If I had their power! I could make the common man’s life-.” For a second she paused, thinking about the encounter with the man whose glasses she took. Saunders and those ruffians. Anger filled her mind. “Scum like them don’t deserve a better life!” A picture of the Revidian that helped her seemed to calm her down. “Gianni. I still need to reward him… If only I ruled, I could lift up that boy’s status. People like that show true nobilitas.”
As the woman ranted and vented to herself she remembered a certain encounter. The words rang through her mind. ‘So, if you were to regain your position in Feska, Dorothea Hohnstein, would you rule fairly and justly?’ “Of course I would! Who is she to doubt me? The gall of her when the only thing as to why she can talk like that is her strength… That’s right, strength… All I need is to be strong… There has to be a way to get stronger than what is decided at birth…”
Before the first match started the Feskan couldn’t help but get her curiosity piqued upon seeing a path by the cliffs, thinking it might show her something interesting. the path itself was narrow and treacherous. She nearly slips and falls into the churning waters. “Verdammt! What a terrible idea this was…” After a while the trail branches, spotting a nest of some sort and going towards it. The nest is massive and she recognizes it as looking like similar but much smaller creatures' from back home. Dory realized that it belonged to a Perrench Thresher, grabbing one egg before waiting and finding her balance back.
Soon enough greed takes hold of the woman as she wished for more, trying to make it off with three of the eggs. In doing so she began to lose her footing and slips, losing one egg and barely avoided falling down the cliff. The woman looked at her dirtied dress and couldn’t help but yell out from the humiliation of it.
Around the fields of Eskand the Feskan met a friend in Rina, offering to help her goal of selling her cider recipe by funding it and sending some of her family’s Spratz supply over. After a nice discussion Rina accepted the offer in exchange for the cider's recipe along with some of the brandaeble that were ripe for the picking. The only condition the Feskan added was that the girl has to write to her in the coming days, becoming pen pals.
Huulendam was always a nation she wished to visit. Being told that the main family was quite a big deal here… but why is it just more wetlands! She came to the school to see more, not more of the same! The woman could scream if she were alone, sadly Desmond was with her for the time being. Dory’s expression was nothing short of showing peak annoyance. After seeing some ruined buildings she let out a sigh of relief, finally something that could be interesting!
An old fort was in her vision and she just knew she couldn’t leave it be, a need to explore it. Dory traces the unstable walls of the ruins, intrigued by what happened here to leave it in such a state. Then she realized it, a tower that was still somewhat intact. Getting to the tower required quite a bit of effort as she wasn’t exactly equipped to get around too well. She found a shelf with what appeared to be a few old books, many dusty and withered with age.
After searching through the withered books she ended up finding a children's book. The title sparks joy in the young Drudgunzean’s heart. The Tale of the Laughing Knight. A lot of pages were missing, however quite a bit were still quite well visible. One page that really piqued her interest was one where the Laughing knight showed a Blonde woman the error of her ways, reading the older script with the best of her ability. “The Bitch Knight raged at him, slamming her sword into the ground in what looked to be some sort of tantrum.… This is a Children’s book?” Reading further a bit as it was quite excited. “ The knight bowed low and said. ‘Welcome to the show, milady!’ he taunted the other, ‘you're the main attraction!’...” The Feskan couldn’t help but snort at the entertaining mannerisms of the Laughing Knight, truly a treasure worth keeping.
After returning back a bit she stumbled upon a shed that muffled a buzzing sound, the sound was rather off-putting but after her previous find she couldn’t help but go inside. Dory found inside nothing short of a horror, an insect-infected interior. Flies, mosquitoes, cockroaches ... All of them just crawled about and avoided the door she opened. There was nothing to feed on, yet many congregated here. She could see a table with something hidden under a cloth. As she made her way towards the table she realized that the insects did not get close to her… nor did they toward what was under that cloth. Now she had to know what it was, unveiling the cloth. When she unveiled it, a soft little tune begins to play right before the object can be revealed. That tune had ALL the little critters inside begin to crawl and fly in a singular, organized pattern around it, forming a black halo of insects. What Dory found was none-other than a music box.
During the finals Dory just wished to spend some time with Ayla and Maura for a while, going along with them as they wished to go over the wall, saying how great the view was. As they ascended they began to hear the echoes of a hum, coming right from that person. The closer they got, the more the light from the moons revealed a woman in a black cloak, wearing a dark witch-hat, not as big as Maura's, with metal bands stitched together that began to glow. Maura's own hat, already glowing, flashed brighter as if it resonated with it. Seeing it in action the Feskan could barely speak, her eyes glued to the woman's head before blurting out "What craftsmanship—"
The addition of a flute to the little melody had the mysterious figure begin to sway her being left and right whilst a small, black feline emerged from under her cloak. It mowed and then chirped to the beat, giving the newcomers a stare, but the woman did not react beyond this light movement. 'Oh, a kitty!' Was all that went on in Dory's head after it appeared. She tried to make eye contact with it and gain its trust with slow blinks. A warm smile appeared upon her face as Maura gave her some jerky to feed to the cat. The cat trotted toward them and nuzzled the jerky before taking a bite off Maura's. After chewing a bit, it then takes some from Dory before turning its head toward Maura again. The woman's humming stopped, and she smiled over at the lot right before the cat lunged toward Maura, or rather her hat. The moment its paw touched it, both it and the hat vanished and the humming came from on top of the nearest tower on the wall.
Seeing Maura panic over the loss of her hat reminded her of herself and her cloak. "Was that hat important to you?..." Then as they were starting to enter pursuit and hinder her humming… the witch sang, The very voice of her made the three feel very vulnerable at first, but then an air of tranquility comes with the new song as the Witch stares at them with a toothy grin and Maura's hat waved with her hand over her head.
The sudden determined musician Ayla caused quite a bit of shock in Dory, were they really challenging her? Well, not like she’ll be able to do much. Even so the Feskan tried her hardest, utilizing every bit of knowledge she had to make a variety of colors from one point, herself. Dory's feet began to tap the ground and within moments she was dancing to the music her friends were making. The woman retaliated with her own song and dance and after quite the battle the woman disappeared, leaving the feline behind. Dory again couldn’t help but try to pet it. The cat meowed and hopped off the ledge. It rubbed itself around her hand and then her ankle before meowing up expectantly with its tail perked up, as if demanding something. Maybe it is hungry again. Dory took the leftover jerky and showed it to the cat. "Want more of this?... or... this?" She used her other hand to softly pet the cat. The cat began to lick the jerky and nibbled away. And then, looking content, it trotted over to the tower and squeezed into the entrance. It then continuously calls out as if it wants the attention. Dory walked along with the cat, until it reached the door. Opening the door and following it further. Inside, Dory found the cat on a small, neatly tied package just waiting to be unwrapped. It sat there. Then, it noticed Dory. "Meow." it cutely mewls before unleashing an unnaturally loud, lion-level roar before vanishing into nothing, much like the Witch herself. The package remained, with only a light, dark stain left on it.
After being stunned from the incredibly loud roar, Dory was left with a nice package. She grabbed the strain and put it in her pocket. Then there was this package and Dory couldn't contain her excitement, opening it slowly so as to not rip anything from the packaging. Then suddenly a wave of cold blasts through Dory, as if she had opened a door in the middle of a snowstorm. She feels it strongly in her right arm in particular. And then she doesn't really feel anything on it, like she lost the sense of touch. This fades, somewhat, except for what is on her forearm. A mark - a white one - was left upon it the shape of a tulip that eventually fades. But Dory can still feel it. After collecting her cool again she found a nice looking broach.
As the match had ended Dory returned to the Betting hall that she left storming a couple days ago, she had to repay Manny for his gift after all. Having encountered a well dressed man that told her that there might be secret, exclusive items on sale. This however was nothing but a filthy lie as a group of four men converge into the one-way alley and walk up to the duo, "That'a one of 'em students, Saunder?" the glasses man nods, one hand in his pocket and the other gesturing at Dory, "All yours. Fresh from the academy of twerps and rich kids." the head of this gang of four pulls out what seems to be a metal pipe, "Good." they all have weapons, one has a shitty knife and the other a wooden club, "This is for our families that eat shit why you sit comfortably on your asses with no punishment." says the better-spoken club-wielding lanky lad. To think someone would misuse her trust like this.. “This is for our families that eat shit why you sit comfortably on your asses with no punishment." Our families?... What did he mean with that? She felt trapped, feeling a lump build up in her throat. "No punishment? But I haven't even done anything to hurt someone." Dory looked somewhat annoyed. Did other students screw these guys over? Why does she have to deal with this mess? Dory puts her hand behind her, close enough to touch the man if he tried anything. "I would stop drawing if I were you, sir. I do not wish for this to go bad for either of us." Her hand tensed up, ready to strike the man with her own magic.
"Ohhh, I'm very afraid." Saunders nods with his sarcasm as evident as Eshiran's lust for battle. Dory can feel it - Saunders has a higher RAS than her by what he's drawing, although not by a considerable amount. The assault doesn't end. She can barely see straight from all the blows received, ready to fall any second. And then she feels herself getting kicked in the gut by another in the gang, forcing her on her knees. Finally, the knife wielder slowly approaches, and attempts to mangle her eye. She manages to headbutt the back of his hand, however, "Ahhh! Bitch!" now he's mad, and Dory isn't in great shape. He grabs her hair and prepares his knife to take her eye.
As she began to accept the fact she was just going to be another victim, a commoner boy that seemed to be helping her? Why would he even want to help someone like her? Dory had a moment of respite, as all eyes were on the boy. She still felt weak. She never was a strong mage, or at least she thought. At this very moment, she could feel the mark on her arm writhe and throb. Like it was beckoning her She cried out at Gianni. "Kid, you should've left me. I don't want others to get hurt for my mistake..." Slowly standing up. her breath getting rather cold.
The kid was getting beat up because she couldn’t handle some plebeians by herself. As her vision began to somewhat return to her she could see one of the men lunge at her… and as if it came naturally she tapped against his skin and drained him of his energy… it felt good.. So damned good. Her euphoria came to an end as another man attacked her, luckily managing to avoid it. Another of the men began to get rather annoyed. "Fuuuck. Saunders, the deal's still not done!" he growled. With that Saunders moved in to attack the Feskan’s blind spot.. within moments his hand was stuck in ice. It wasn’t the strongest and thickest but it got the job done. He flinched, but then ripped it out with a strong swing of his arm, "Little tart. You are not supposed to be this potent." he glares at her.
The expression of Dory was quite something.. or rather her lack of expression. She used her arcane like she never used before, the mark leading her path in ice. No words escaped her mouth as she was trying to make a club out of ice to hit Saunders with. Using his kinetic magic, he dragged one of the assailants and used him as a meat shield! "C'mon! You wanted a student! Where's the effort?! You guys really thought you could just get a student without a good plan?!" Saunders opens his arms in a big shrug, the last remaining man didn’t reply and grunted in annoyance.
Dory had never truly been in a battle between two mages before but her mind was still filled with the pleasure of using this new coldness. Saunders’s frustration with the situation grew and grew, hurling metallic objects up to throw at the woman but before any of it happened he could feel his hands getting colder and colder and before he could think of something else, was coated in frost. Breaking free wasn’t too much of an issue for him but did only exhaust him further. He was pissed, to think a child was embarrassing him so, throwing a great blast of Arcane flames which were only countered by an ice wall. Most of the flames were doused by it, but the hot steam scales Dory's arms. Saunders breathing began to get heavy, "Just another pompous little bitch! I ought to put you in your place, since these lesser men can't do SHIT!"
There was not a single word from the woman as her expressionless face was now nothing but a gaze filled with murderous intent. Saunders was preparing for another ice attack. Both his hands conjured advanced fireballs, ready to chip into Dory's defenses and rake in a win. At worst, he would use the lackey on the side. But then, nothing happened. No cold, nothing. Until he feels it. It is too late. He falls to his knees, hands against his temples as he succumbs to the chemically-induced agony prompted by Dorothea. "G-g-go to Essshiiiirannn!" His mouth foams and he screeches briefly before the saliva muffles his cries. He falls over, nearly dead from shock.
The woman grinned rather evilly, there was still a man standing. A small club of ice was conjured and hit the man in the back of the head, knocking the last man out. After a second of recollection she looked at the man who helped her out. Whew ..." he looks over at Dory, "That was close." "You should've ran, why did you help me?" The girl looked confused at the man, keeping her arm hidden as it throbbed. "Don't need a reason to do the right thing." he answers, hand on his flank as it definitely hurt from the beating, "Wouldn't be my first fight, so it's fine." he spitefully kicks the knife-guy on the ground, "Merda." he sighs and then checks out Saunders, "This guy's always been trouble. Seems to look just fine without glasses but always wears them. Weird, don't you think?" "Need that checked out? I'm not a binder but I'm sure I can numb the pain a bit." Dorothea looked rather concerned. Gianni shakes his head, "I'm fine. You're looking worse." "I'm okay, I can keep myself going for a while if I have to.." Saunders, barely conscious, tries to reach for his glasses, "Hnnnggg." Dorothea looked down at the man, stepping on his hand while a grin appeared on her face. Oh, how easily she could take this powerful man’s life. Would it feel good to drain all the heat out of his body?
As Saunders succumbed to unconsciousness once again Dory picked up his glasses and put them in her pocket. "A small payment." She looked at the man "You may do with them as you please. Ah, may I have your name?" "Gianni Bruni, you?" the boy replied. "Dorothea Hohnstein, I'll remember that name. Next time we meet, I'll have a reward ready.... Or you can ask for me at the school." Gianni gestures in denial, "No, please, I don't want a reward." he claims, "It was the right thing to do. One student did the same for me today. So I thought if I did that too ..." he rubs his abdomen and winces a little, "Well, I'm sure you'll see the world a bit differently now. I hope, anyway." "I will give you a reward whether you want to or not. Good deeds should be rewarded after all..." Dory looked stern enough to get the message through. "I would be rather sad if I did not reward my savior." Gianni chuckles, only to cough afterwards, "Ahhhh," he spits to his right, "Fine, fine. You really should get out of the Quarter before more of these groups show up." he warns, offering his hand to Dory, "Be careful. More and more are sharing their sentiments."
“Then let’s work to change their sentiment to something better.” With that the Feskan grabbed the man’s hand and was let out of the Quarter by the Revidian.
Diamondscale Thresher egg.
Drudgunzean Gold Thresher egg.
Rina as a contact (500 Magus expense for long term investment.).
cinnamon-brandaeble cider recipe.
The Tale of the Laughing Knight. A book with many illustrations of the famous Laughing Knight, and the story of his eventual fall. Many pages are missing, however a few renditions remain somewhat intact. One looks eerily familiar.
Lord of the Mosquitoes: a musical box that emits a sound that draws all mosquitoes and many biting insects within a hundred yard bubble.
The Mark of Clairmont: An advanced Blood Magic Curse that increases drawing and containment inefficiency, but in turn amplifies cold-based Arcane abilities. The cursed will feel easily cold in areas that aren't explicitly hotter than average.
Clairmont’s Cracked Broach: Increases Arcane-based cold attacks casting power by 3% and illusionary power by 3%. This was a Broach that was once commonly used to represent certain families during famous Garden Parties in Relouse.
A high-quality pair of glasses, runically imbued: allows one to see in ultraviolet and infrared, as well as true yellow. They focus light and allow for night vision.!
The boy jumped off the roof of a carriage and made himself visible. “Finally, that ride lasted forever!” He began to stretch and look around. "It’s much livelier than I expected for a school of this prestige..” the boy had nothing less than the most devious smirk on his face. Time to practice my art! he thought to himself before walking around to find his victim.
After looking around for a bit he encountered his target, a girl that radiated noble and such nice jewelry... The perfect target. Rushing over towards the girl. “Miss, miss! Can you help me with something?” He asked while showing his most innocent expression. "I'm in a bit of a hurry." The girl replied, making the boy tug on her. "Please, please." He pleaded as he was finally able to make contact, numbing her sense of touch slowly but surely. Making sure she won't notice that cute hair ornament and the ornate armband were getting a bit loose "I need some directions to where the school is…" The girl, not sensing any ulterior motive, sighed. "Look, see those buildings over there?... That's the school. Did that help?" The girl looked somewhat agitated. She was really in a hurry, huh? Well, no matter. One slight pull and… there. "Yes, miss. Thank you so much!" The boy smiled brightly before walking away. Going into an alley to cloak himself just in case she did notice.
Letting out a sigh of relief before smirking. "What an idiot. Walking around with such valuables." He inspected his catch, laughing contently. “If this is how easy it will be around the school, I’ll have plenty of fun.” The kid stashed away his catch and walked off.
Fiske loves to trick everyone, from the richest of the rich, to the poorest of the poor. It all depends if they’re gullible enough to let him take advantage of them. He claims his family is from Helbahn and immigrated to Huulendam for better trading opportunities. He will always proudly proclaim that his name is due to his family’s origin as fisherman… and that he is not, in fact, a fish.
Snot-nosed like no other, he will always try to hide his inexperience in front of others. The only thing working against that is his smug and general show-off behavior.
Standing at a proud 162cm. His pale skin shows a life of leisure, a smug expression that is almost glued to his face. His clothing is rather well kept for being from a rather poor merchant family. His physique is rather unimpressive, having no experience with any physical confrontations. He himself states that he has “A graceful amount of muscle.” yet truthfulness of that statement is questionable.
T H E G I F T
Arcane: journeyman: Fiske’s bread and butter, The boy loves making Illusions and works to perfect his craft. The harder people fall for it, the harder he can laugh about it. His aptitude with the heat side of it is not as strong as the illusions are, yet they are sufficient
magnetic: novice: his handy tool to use whenever he really wants someone’s good-looking necklace or other jewelry. His skill with it is limited as he shows no interest in furthering it.
Blood types: Blackblood, Sensemaster
B A C K G R O U N D
There is not much known about the kid’s family and he prefers it that way. Everytime people ask him about his background he will have told another absurd story.
Like that one time he tricked the Traveler with his incredible super cool illusions and wits, keeping all of Huuledam from its clutches.
Or the time the Iron Duke awarded him with a medal to show his honor. (The medal he shows of is of Revidian origin)
However when he is not sharing his grand backstory to others he will just tell them he is a basic merchant’s son.
M O T I V A T I O N
Fiske’s main motivation wishes to further his arcane craft, wishing to become the world’s best illusionist and be able to trick even Hugo and people of his caliber.
I N V E N T O R Y
A couple hand mirrors. A prism he is very fond of. Some stolen jewelry.
Dorothea couldn’t believe she was dumb enough to yet again dabble in politics. Like Vati always said: Don’t concern yourself with politics, don’t end up like Opa. The Feskan started to feel a lump in her throat as she noticed some familiar faces at the meeting point. I hope Vati won’t know about this…
Dory did not say a word to anyone and tried to not stand out too much… Just standing around made her nervous, was this a trap?... Did she fall for a trap? The nerves just kept on building up until a couple of posters appeared.
The Feskan could only think of her own hypocrisy as she thought about it, having profited from laws that would not be considered morally right.. Having seen enough women driven abroad just so their children would not become Feskan and thus gain rights by law. She held her ribbon as Ayla monologued about laws. Dory could not help but speak her answer without realizing she spurted it out. “If the law hurts people and can not be bent to keep it from hurting people… It may need to be broken.” A face filled with uncertain determination was clear as day.
After a nice, relaxing day during the derby. Dorothea was left with a sense of guilt for not having done enough while her teammates were out and trying their hardest, she was doing nothing. It might have been some hubris due to her enhanced abilities at the time, however she could not chase away that feeling.
INVASIVE
The day of the Dragon was here and a new found determination was radiating from the Feskan’s face. Her hair was wilder than she would normally have it and those bags under her eyes, did she even sleep?
As soon as she saw snow covered Ingrid arrive she darted off while laughing at the sight. She tried her hardest to reach the homes as quickly as possible. As she reached said homes, she could barely catch a breath… perhaps she has gotten a little bit out of shape… there are no fields to work in, perhaps she should go to the fields in the school some day. Dory knocked on every single door she could find until one lady opened up. The nerves hit her, did she study hard enough? She cleared her throat and proclaimed very choppily, “Need. Pot. Pig. Hunt.” The lady looked rather hesitant, not up to giving up one of her pots.
No, no, no, my plan won’t fail on the first step! The desperate Feskan held the lady’s hand in desperation, starting to invade her mind with chemicals. Perhaps the magic word please could alter her mindset a bit. “Please, need, pot.” The Lady looked a lot more positively at the plea. She left and soon enough came back with a small pot, giving it to the Feskan. Step one is a go! Time to enter the forest!
Perhaps she should’ve slept more as the exhaustion is starting to hit her… not a problem, all she needs to do is pump herself full to keep going. Finding a perfect spot, Dory set up the pot, put the carrots and the water in the pot, gathered some sticks to hold it in place and lit a fire. The smell was not enticing enough. Dorothea ran around and started looking for good smelling weeds, finding some and throwing them in the pot. She hastily tried to reproduce a weaker form of her knockout liquid from the days before from the pot, and as the trap was laid she snuck back with Ashon making sure they weren't spotted so easily.
“Roight, be very very still… Them piggies are smarter than we might think…” She observed the pot, not leaving her sight for a moment until one pig approached it. “There she is, what a beauty. So rotund!” The pig could hear her as clear as day and ran away. “Clevah gal. . “ The sleep deprivation might really start hitting the woman as the words she spoke were almost like she was someone else entirely. This was luckily halted as her teammate put her hand on her mouth to shut her up.
And with this silence a group of micropigs approached the pot, close enough to have the liquid, now as a gas invaded their body, putting them to sleep. Moments later they got enough and the two made a run for it, Dory ran and ran as quickly as she could, giving herself one last boost of adrenaline to make it through the portal,seeing Zarra depart the moment he saw her. “I did it!” And with that everything hit her at once, collapsing to the ground, passed out. Finally some rest.
▇▇ | Female | ▇▇▇▇| The most noble! | ▇.▇, Blackblood, ▇▇▇▇
“I don’t care about anything, and I don’t care that I don’t.”
Associations: Herself!
The Gift: ❖ [ Arcane:] – [ ▇▇▇▇ ] - I can make very spooky images! ❖ [ Binding:] – [ ▇▇▇▇ ] - Free nom noms are good nom noms! ❖ [ Chemical:] – [ ▇▇▇▇ ] - It helps me with boom booms! ❖ [ Kinetic:] – [ ▇▇▇▇ ] - Zooming around is aways fun! ❖ [ Magnetic:] – [ ▇▇▇▇ ] - It was never very fun… ❖ [ Atomic:] - [ ▇▇▇▇ ] - Boom boom! ❖ [ ▇▇▇▇:] - [ ▇▇▇▇ ] - Book-book has secrets only I may know!
Description: The great, magnificent, majestic Magemi! The one and only! Truly not much is known about the woman that randomly visits Ersand’Enise but she always has an aura of confusion that follows wherever she goes. Many have brushed her aside for just being a crazy homeless person. However some people in the Truth seeking society have been observing the woman and KNOW that something is definitely off about her.
Magemi herself has not revealed much about herself and her past, the only thing she brags about is on how strong she is and what a big deal she is. Known to be a bad influence on the students, trying to teach them all sorts of dangerous spells that should not be taught.
She has an overall friendly and cheery attitude, not caring about anything that happens around her. The only thing that got any negative reaction from her is whenever someone touched her book without consent. The moment it happens the woman will go into a frenzy, attacking everyone on sight until a Zeno calms her down.
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