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@Hatman1801 Awesome. Also, my CS may take a while longer ^^"

Edit: Here's the CS!


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Home now! Working on my CS now.
I'm definitely wanting to join. I'll post the CS later tonight when I get off work.
Hrm... would it be alright if I join? I know the "Apply" thing is still up, but I also know that it can sometimes be overlooked '>.>
Aramil Nailo

Location: Actium


The old wizard took careful note of the dragon whelp's expression when it turned to his general direction. It appeared hopeful, then somber, and finally enraged. He was hoping to bring out her curiosity more than anything, but this also proved fruitful in his endeavors. She was alone and she had finally let the anger and loneliness consume her in a fit of rage. A childish temper tantrum. He also took note of everyone else who took action as he performed his cantrip; everyone was trying to bring down the dragon in some way. Save one, who was apparently hidden and singing. The song was laced with magic and were he some other wizard who did not endure the sickness that currently dwelled within him or the life full of death that broke him, it may have affected him. Aramil, however, would not be swayed, for his continuous pursuit of knowledge was paved in blood, some of which was his own. Knowledge and power... he was willing to die for these things.

The chaos in the square was escalating, and he very badly wanted the dragon to live. So much could be learned from her, and he much preferred her alive rather than dead. Aramil had a soft spot for children; were she full grown and at her prime, he would not care either way how he gathered information from her. As a whelp, she was just as scared and as desperate as the rest of them. He needed to act quickly to assist in the calming of the people and he would not dare cast anything more than a simple trick. His mind raced, the seconds feeling like an eternity; yet everything slowed down. Unfortunately, a manacle collided with her snout, raining blood and teeth from the impact. The dragon bellowed an infernal roar, ascending further. Embers became visible to the old man, but he knew quite well how harrowing this could be for everyone. And then, like an arrow on high, she descended with such speed and precision that Aramil began to consider a spell that could render him physically weak. It grew even worse as the young man that had caused the incident, much further down the road, had turned and launched a spell of sorts. His magic was interesting and foreign to Aramil, but the wizard did not wish focus on him.

The dragon was the key to ending this nonsense.

However, the spell launched by the youth had the strength of a powerful storm. Aramil could do little but brace himself, only to skid back and slip. He fell backward and tumbled, his physical strength drained. The wizard needed his concoction, needed his vitality. The flask was empty and he cursed under his breath. Without much more to do, he took the blood that he had coughed up into his hand and began a low chant, drawing a bloody circle of magic. When the chant reached its end, the wizard infused his energy into the tiny circle and cried in a deep, raspy baritone:

AHK'MANUK TEL VOR CZI!


Without the aid of his blood, the spell would not have been potent; however, the spell was beyond his normal power because of the strength of his component, even if diluted by the disease and saliva. A wave of rolling green mist appeared from the circle, flecks of emerald starlight within its depth. Those who were caught in the spell would feel waves of calm, perhaps even dream-like euphoria. It was a powerful Calm spell and it drained the wizard greatly, using his own blood as a conduit. The spell rolled swiftly from the circle and rose high into the air, about 20 feet if not a little more with its escaping wisps. The circle would provide the rest of the energy he no longer had to expand, and he knew quite well that it could fill the square.

The old man sighed as his sight began looking down a long tunnel. He needed to remain awake...
@Frengo
Alright, seems solid enough. In the meantime, I'm just going to wait patiently '>.>
@Sessamaru Looks alright to me?

Although - and I didn't want to say it because it'd cause embarrassed - It's ACTIUM not Atrium.

Let me go re-read to see if you cocked anything up. Didn't look like it in the first read through.

EDIT: @Sessamaru <Snipped quote>

I'm a little confused about what's happening here. Let me go google cantrip...

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A trick. Ah right, so he made a dragon noise to gain the whelp's attention? Sorry if I'm being a moron, I have been known on occasion to drop below 50 IQ.

Ack! Well, it's not embarrassing. I'm prone to forgetting names and making typos, sometimes at the same time. Thanks for the head's up.

But, yeah, he's trying to gain everyone's attention, especially the whelps. The trick itself is a minor spell, the dragon's bellow being an illusory sound coming from the staff's crystal. ^^"
@Frengo

I'm actually wondering if I should edit/remove my post. It appears I overlooked some major details :/
@AtomicNut Well considering a large part of the story concerns the possible second-coming of an all powerful necromancer, it's hardly surprising. If Magnor was a fallen Paladin, you'd probably find we'd have half a dozen paladins instead. Nothing wrong with it at all, in fact it's natural and preferable. There must be a lot of hidden necros who are coveting the hidden powers of Iron Coast, outside of established PCs.

When I first made Gripus, he was a necro. Decided against it in the end though, because I thought a more generic mage would be more fun.

EDIT: Not to mention that necromancy in general is a huge theme in this RP, with 95% of all enemies being undead.

SECOND EDIT: Just to reiterate, I am not bashing necro characters as being unoriginal or uninspired. This RP was created specifically with them in mind, and frankly I'm surprised no proper evil necromancers have sprung up.

lol, honestly, I just like this particular necromancer. I had another character who was a rogue/fighter/warlock that I could have used, but thought better of it due to his more... extremist... personality. I can only use one character at a time, otherwise I would find the other more interesting than the other and focus on one more than the other. Aramil just so happens to be incredibly clever and laid back, using his wits more than anything else.
Aramil Nailo

Location: Actium


The old wizard shambled his way into Atrium at the precise moment a dragon whelp arose into the sky. What uncanny luck... he thought ironically, knowing full well that this town would force him out if he did even the most simplest spell. However, it was interesting to see a young dragon in these parts. With a pain-wracking cough running throughout his body, Aramil continued his way further into the town, his pace quickened. Already the cries of fear and rage reached his ears, the hysteria of knowing that a dragon was within their town was enough to cause many of the folk to run past him. Nevertheless, the old wizard did not slow and he pressed on, ignoring the arrows that landed by him after their arc came to an end.

Aramil arrived just in the time, for it was merely the beginning of the garrison's assault. He heard the bootsteps of many more rushing closer into the city and he gave another cough, his right hand becoming coated in blood. It has been too long, Aramil thought, his eyes drifting to his flask. Already he felt weak-kneed and exhausted, his bones aching with an otherworldly cold. The wizard shrugged the thought away and simply stood behind the current ranks. More were coming and he would need to stop this before it escalated.

The wizard tapped his staff three times onto the cobblestones, muttering an arcane syllable, causing the crystal ball atop it to come to life with a simple cantrip: an ancient dragon's bellow. Throughout this all, Aramil looked skyward towards the dragon whelp, whose dark silhouette was plastered onto the darkening clouds of a coming storm.
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