However, the way I use the item is that I do not dictate what I see. I simply state what its capable of and let my opponent dictate what I would see. Anything else would be, in my opinion, god-moding.
Well, then I will throw Nicoli out there to be judged.
Name: Nicoli Salvatore Alias: D'Angelo Age: 30 Gender: Male Occupation: Veiled-One Demeanor: Nicoli is a man driven by his ambitions, he believes himself to be above human desires and has forsaken alcohol, sex, and drugs from his life. He tries to live a ’pure’ life not out of an attempt to reach enlightenment like so many, but because he refuses to let others have a way to exploit him.
Basic Appearance
Hair: Kept very short, and is a deep black. Facial Hair: None. Clean shaven. Eyes: Dark Blue Build: Thin, Toned, Corded Height: 5'9 Weight: 175 .lbs Special Features: Scars all over his body, arms, and legs. (This picture was specifically designed/created for Nicoli.)
Combat Credentials
Combat Style: Nicoli is a tactical genius capable of finding even the smallest advantage offered him on the battlefield, or even create said advantage if given the opportunity. Nicoli is also an extremely fast learner that is capable of observing a particular combat maneuver just once or twice and adapting it to his choice of weapons. Nicoli is an extremely deadly warrior when one combines his ability to dissect the battlefield, thievery training, weapon skills, and Radiim technique.
Abilities
The Art of Assassination: Nicoli is well versed in how to kill, he is very familiar with anatomy. He is a novice at the creation and use of poison and rarely employs the tactic. He is a master of using subtlety and misdirection in and out of combat and has honed his base senses to perfection in order to prevent himself from falling prey to his own tricks.
Weapon Familiarity/Mastery: There aren't many weapons Nicoli has seen that he can’t effectively use. Even if such were the case, his time spent with weapons would allow him to familiarize himself with it in moments and use it to it’s full capacity. These ‘weapons’ also include Nicoli’s body, fully capable of fighting off armed and armored opponents with his bare hands.
Thievery Training: Nicoli is extremely adept at many thieving skills to include lock picking, disarming traps, setting traps, disabling devices (magical and mundane), acrobatics, disguise, and more. He relies on his own skill rather than magic to get the job done, ensuring that he never loses his edge.
Alchemist (Apprentice): During his time with the Veiled Ones Nicoli has learned some of what it means to be an Alchemist. He can create many basic mundane items, but lacks the skill to create anything with magical or supernatural qualities.
Radiim: The technique known as Radiim is really two techniques used for one purpose. The first is not simply the ability to block out pain, but to register it on a different level, like breathing, pain became a natural part of Nicolis life. The second, and true purpose the first half of the training, Nicoli has learned to control the flow and potency of his adrenaline. While this does make Nicoli faster and stronger, capable of accessing a hundred percent of his potential, it does come at a cost. Shortened bursts of this, if used in succession make him tired and fatigued. While prolonged usage can result in permanent nerve damage, a heart-attack and even death. All of this is compounded on top of the normal threats one faces in any battle.
Anti-Arcane: This is not so much an ability as it is weakness. Because of a ritual his father attempted on him, Nicoli does not benefit from Arcane based spells. A spell meant to harm him works as intended. But a spell to make him invisible would be wasted on him, an enchantment to make him stronger or faster would only cause him pain. Attempting to drink a potion for similar affects would wrack his body with pain as it was rejected. Even holding a magical weapon with a blade meant to burst into flames would function as a regular weapon in his hands, while grabbing a cursed weapon would carry out its curse as it was intended. (The weapos/items still retain their full power and ability, Nicoli simply cannot activate them.)
Gear
Full Description/ Info:
-- Head: N/A —Shoulders: All Weather Cloak -- Torso: Leather Straps. ---- Underclothes: Simple Garments -- Legs: Leather ---- Underclothes: Simple Garments -- Right Arm: Steel Bracers. -- Left Arm: Steel Bracers. -- Primary Weapon: Long Sword -- Secondary Weapon: Short Sword
-- Combat Items: Throwing Daggers x 10
Chain Whip 10ft.
Hand Cross-bow / 5 Bolts + 1 loaded at beginning of combat
-- Alchemy Items: All of Nicoli’s Alchemy items are carried in glass vials on his belt unless stated otherwise Alchemist Fire X 2.-- The small glass vials burn fiercely and quickly when exposed to the air. The heat is hot enough to give third degree burns, and do much worse if not put out. Alchemist Ice X 2-- The liquid in this vial flash freezes on contact with the air. It can freeze or greatly weaken pivotal points in structures or items made of anything but metal or stone. Acid Vials X 2-- A mixture of chemicals, this Acid can eat through skin and wood with ease. Essence of Rust x 2-- Taken from the gullet of a Rust Monster, this dust can quickly eat away at non magical metals. Adhesive Gel Bag X 2-- This bag when thrown covers roughly a 10x10 area in a very sticky glue like substance that becomes hard like cement after a few seconds. Smoke Bombs X 2-- When the ceramic balls are broken they release a heavy dark grey cloud that can cover a 30 feet in all directions. Winds of 15+ MPH can disperse the wind in ten seconds, while winds of 25+ disperse it in 3. Garlic Pellets X 10— These small pea size pellets release a horrendously powerful smell when broken. Those without enhanced smell sometimes feel the urge to vomit because of its strength, while those dependent on their smell often find the effects much worse and ruined for a long period of time afterwards. Flash Pellets X 10— Also small pellets these release a bright light when cracked open. The light last for just a brief moment, but its effects can be damaging when used in total darkness or against opponents with superior eye sight. Glass Powder X 4— These small pouches don’t do any damage to the skin, but if caught in the eye or while breathing, they can wreak havoc while tearing through the body or when the opponent blinkds.
Long Sword -- Kardia -- This long, ash grey, steel forged, and slightly curved blade has a handle of polished obsidian carved into the likes of a black bird of fire, a black phoenix. The creatures wings are folded backwards to create a guard for the hand, the head pointed downwards holding a clear gem. The wings make the swords cross guard with the hilt crafted to depict delicate feathers of flame.
Short Sword -- Tooth -- This weapon appears to be crafted from the tooth of a very large carnivorous creature. It is a vibrantly white, straight, thin and wide short sword. Both sides of this wicked looking weapon are covered in many small jagged barbs that tear flesh. The hilt is a simple construct of bronze wrapped in brown faded leather. (This is the tooth of some very large carnivorous creature, the likes of which Nicoli hasn't the slightest clue.)
In order for Nicoli to compete with more powerful individuals he has all of the previously mentioned skills and weapons plus what follows here.
Anti-Arcane: This flaw no-longer exists at this level as Nicoli has worked his way through it.
Radiim: This ability remains largely the same, except that it can be used more often, to greater effect and with less of a draw-back.
Long Sword -- Kardia -- Upon command the blade can change to alter its metal properties. While it is generally steel Nicoli can cause the blade to become silver, cold-iron, mithril or adamantine. Doing this does not affect the integrity of the weapon, but does effect weight.
Short Sword -- Tooth -- Once this blade tastes the blood of its victim it grants the wielder an unnaturally keen awareness of them, helping the wielder to track that person across many miles, even planes. The effect lasts until the weapon is cleansed or blood of another touches its blade.
--Rod of Ropes-- This eighteen inch long baton his faded grey with three buttons on it. Pressing the first button releases sixty feet of rope every six seconds, up to a maximum of three hundred feet, pressing the button a second time stops it, pressing it a third time draws it back in at the same speed.
Pressing the second button produces a small leather loop from one end and a sharp grappling hook out the other. Hitting the button a second time launches one third of the rod (the end with the hooks) in the direction you aim. Up to three hundred feet trails behind the launched section, this launches it the three hundred feet in one second. Pressing the button a third time retracts the rope, drawing the held end towards the hooked end if it is securely attached. It can pull up to one thousand pounds.
When you press the third button grappling hooks sprout from each end of the rod. Pressing it again launches the two ends of the rod in opposite directions simultaneously. Three hundred feet of rope can emerge from both ends, for a total of six hundred feet. Pushing the button a third time causes the held section to be able to slide along the rope freely. Pressing it a third time retracts both ends and brings it back to is inactivated state.
Wrist Charms -- Eight Charms of the Night -- There are seven charms on this jet black bracelet. Nicoli wears this bracelet as an anklet, which is hidden inside his left boot. Each charm has a different minor ability that only works when attached to the specific chain. This bracelet is given to True Veiled-Ones, with each charm showing the level of skill and rank one has achieved, with eight being the Maximum. Only the Grand Master has the final charm.
-Wizards Aid– This small charm vibrates when magic is being activated/used within one hundred feet of Nicoli. It does not pin-point or identify the magic, it merely identifies that something is being used within that range.
-Rogue Feet– This charm magically silences Nicoli’s person, it only affects Nicoli and does not extend to anyone he is touching. What’s more, is that this item has to be activated by thought and lasts for only twenty minutes at a time and needs three times that much time to recharge.
-Spider Step– As the name suggests once activated, like Rogue Feet, it allows Nicoli to stick to nearly any surface. It can only be used for twenty minutes before needing to be recharged like Rogue Feet. This is best used in small instances for brief moments at a time.
-Divine. Me. Not.– This charm is useful against prying eyes. It does not outright stop Diviners, but it makes finding Nicoli through magical means much more difficult. Normal spells will not work, and often the only way to override this charm is through complicated rituals. This protection does help, though to a very a small degree, protect Nicoli's mind from intrusion. Having a piece of Nicoli (Blood, Skin, Hair) bypasses this charm easily.
-Cloud Step– This charm has three purposes. First, it makes the user incredibly light so when falling they take little to no damage, this also allows Nicoli to leap incredibly high and finally it makes it possible for Nicoli to run across liquid surfaces. This suffers the same limitations and restraints as Spider Step and Rogue Feet.
-Shaded Face– This charm, when activated, simply causes the users skin to be covered by a black ink like substance that swirls with dark red and deep blue streaks. It masks their features to hide their identity, but offers no further protection. If it covers the face than natural darkness no longer effects eye-sight. There is no limit to the use of this charm.
-Daggered– Normally this charm, when used, makes a dagger appear in the users hand. However, since this is worn on an ankle the dagger acts as a boot dagger, and does so without damaging Nicoli’s footwear. This can be activated up to five times before needing twenty-four hours to charge.
Monocle Lenses -- Beholder Eyes -- While the name is misleading, these small devices are located on a necklace that is kept under his clothing. There are four lenses on the chain, each allows Nicoli to see something different when looking through it and luckily each is colored to prevent confusion.
-Red Lens– This Lens shows body heat. Nothing more and nothing less, it cannot see through walls or doors.
-Blue Lens– This Lens shows magical auras, the longer that a spell or aura is looked at the more information it gives. Up to what style or school of magic it belongs too.
-Purple Lens– Similar to the Blue Lens, this shows only what is an illusion and what is not. It does not give the ability to see through the illusion however.
-Black Lens– This black lens shows finds that which seeks to remain hidden. It can identify something as a shape changer (Though not specifically what), or undead masquerading as a human or some other creature.
Bio/Back-story
The story of Nicoli Salvatore is not for the feint of heart, it is one filled with sadness, deception and death. He was born on the small temperate island of Alexandria. His father was Machiavelli Salvatore, an influential adviser to the King as well as a very accomplished Magus. Nicolis mother was a simple women, another mage and once Machiavelli's apprentice. Though, through child birthing she was lost and it is nothing short of luck that Nicoli survived.
Being born to an adviser of the King certainly had its privileges and Machiavelli was certain to take advantage of them. Once Nicoli was old enough to walk he began of tutors and teachers of many kinds, the sort that teach the basic things, and at an early age they often acted as more of a guardian or nanny. But as Nicoli got older, around five and six, his teaching became more complex and involved.
While Machiavelli did not play an active role in the early years of his sons life, not directly at least, he was very particular on what his son would and would not learn. From the learning how to read and write, to simple arithmetic. Whats more, is that Nicoli was kept from other children and failure to learn or grasp a subject often resulted in physical reinforcement. To say that some of Nicoli's instructors were cruel would be an understatement.
By the time Nicoli was twelve it became painfully obvious to Machiavelli that despite the magical heritage of both his father and mother, Nicoli had no talent for spell-casting. He grasped the idea and finer nuances of what was needed for spell-casting, the boy simply lacked the spark. To Machiavelli his son was a great disappointment, and he was not shy about voicing this to him.
Deciding to take a calculated risk Machiavelli thought that perhaps he could use a dangerous ritual to make his son more resistant, maybe even immune to magic. That way he could have a loyal assassin, able to destroy his competitors with. After all, if the boy could not wield magic than of what other use could he be?
Machiavellis hubris had always been his downfall, and his belief in his own skill and power was misplaced. The ritual failed utterly, not only did Nicoli not become immune to magic, but arcane weapons and armor ceased to be effective in his hands. Arcane potions would only make him incredibly sick and even spells meant to aid would be reduced in their effectiveness, while those meant to harm would work as intended.
Not one to admit failure and ever being an opportunist he would not let a potential tool pass him by. If Nicoli would be of no use in the Arcane sense, then he would simply need to be fitted to a different mold and at the age of thirteen Nicolis teachings began a vastly different route.
His study of the Arcane was brought to a trickle his lessons were instead focused on how to identify and avoid spells. Nicolis true focus instead became learning the finer nuances of the court life. He was taught diplomacy, proper etiquette, how to steel his features and keep emotion from his face. His instructors taught him how to lie with a silver tongue and how to tell if others were lying to you. Whats more, Nicoli was taugh the subtle uses of a dagger. Such a weapon could be easily concealed and could just as easily kill as a sword.
His tutelage was much more than simple classroom lectures and it wasn't long before Nicoli was required to attend diplomatic functions with his father. He was expected to learn the people of the court, and to be his fathers eyes and ears. In this task Nicoli did not fail, as a young boy wanting nothing more than his fathers approval he excelled at his training and found it quite easy to assume different roles and change his demeanor based on who he was speaking to, or more often than not, who he was listening too.
As skilled as Nicoli thought he was, he was still only sixteen years old, and not truly tested. But like many young adults Nicoli thought he knew best and he took it upon himself to attempt to spy on the King. He learned that day that there is always someone more skilled than you, there is always somebody better.
Nicoli was caught hiding in the Kings private chamber one evening while he was entertaining a monarch from across the sea. Because Nicoli had heard nothing of importance the penalty for such a crime could only be one of two things, banishment or imprisonment. Since he was still a boy in the Kings eyes and since his father had dedicated years of faithful service to him he decided to banish the youth from the isle.
Truth be told Machiavelli could not care less that his son was caught, to him it was like loosing a dagger, a pity bu easily replaced with the resources he had at hand. He made no move to speak on Nicoli's behalf beyond a token gesture and his concern was only a showing so that he would not appear to be too callous in the courts eye, he was after all loyal only to the crown, and choosing loyalty to King over blood was seen as the ultimate test of loyalty, only advancing his own standing.
Nicoli was given a small amount of coin and was quickly sent on a ship with only what he could carry. He noted that day his father hadn't even come to send him away, instead it was the city guard escorting him. He left the isle that day, vowing to return and pay them all in kind. He was brought across the sea to the nearest port city, Kellport.
Kellport was a brutal place and for one accustomed to the riches of a castle it was a rude awakening to what real life was like. Despite being a man at sixteen Nicoli was not very large, he was short for his age and thin. He had to learn to survive on the streets and it became apparent after several failed attempts at pick-pocketing, one nearly costing him his hand, that he could not do it alone.
Using what skills he did have he was able to join with a small band of miscreants, Nicoli would provide the distraction, usually by pretending to be interested in buying something or causing some other commotion so that others could steal what they needed. Still, it was not enough, Nicoli wanted more, he wanted what he once had.
As luck would have it one night while Nicoli was staking out the next target for the small band of thieves he belonged to he heard the sound of muffled talking. Perched on a roof he crept to its edge and peered down. There, he saw two man confronting one. He could tell quickly by how the man by himself was dressed that he had been up to no good. His dark clothes and many daggers, not to mention the black veil he wore across his features. This man was an assassin, only they wore the Black-Veil like that.
Being one part brave and two parts dumb, Nicoli took his dagger from his belt and dropped the twelve feet in silence. His dagger catching one man in the neck as he fell. The impact wrenched him free of the weapon, but luckily his target had caught most of his momentum and so he only had his breath knocked from him when he struck the ground.
The second man, caught by surprise turned to face the newcomer, only to be run threw by the Assassin. Only after his actions, sprawled out in the alley before the black veiled assassin did Nicoli think that his actions were a mistake. Much too his surprise the man whom he would come to call Blade offered him a hand up and together they left alley.
Nicoli learned that blade was indeed a Veiled One, and that with Nicoli saving his life he was in debt to the young man and the Veiled One's always repaid their debts. In return for saving his life Blade would give him the skills to begin a new one.
His life as a petty thief was all but over and Nicoli threw himself with a zealous into his training. It allowed him to push his past far behind him, which was something that Blade demanded. Nicoli had to learn to let go of his anger and hatred, something that he extreme difficulty with.
Becoming a Veiled-One was not merely becoming an assassin. Any fool could pick up a dagger and coat it with poison. The Veiled-Ones eschewed the use of poisons and followed a tradition based on a thousand years of lore. The training regiment was unlike anything Nicoli had ever faced or heard of.
They believed in training how you fight, and so death was a knifes edge away. Failure generally meant loss of life, limb or death, it meant that only the most skilled of men and women joined their organization. Nicoli trained day in and day out with a variety of weapons and sometimes with nothing but his hands and feet.
The Veiled-Ones were also the guardians to a secret technique they called, Radiim. It required a mastery over yourself that few could accomplish. The training for that was horrifying and painful. Luckily for Nicoli Divine magic would work on him like any other man, and the Veiled-Ones were masters of their craft.
Eventually, after having been subject to some of the most physically and mentally painful experiences the minds of demented tormentors could think of Nicoli began to register pain on a different level. Pain was overcome, an after thought that did not detract from his task. This was the first step to Radiim.
The second half of the training required an understanding of oneself that was thought to be the domain of mystics and monks secluded in monasteries or the wild. It as also far more lethal than any of the training he had undergone because only he could judge his limits, and too push too far too quick would result in death.
Nicoli spent thirteen years training as a Veiled-One and perfecting his techniques. His dedication and single mindedness allowed him to traverse the ranks quicker than anyone in their history, to the point that in that short amount of time he ranked as second in the organization, surpassing his previous master Blade and becoming the Left Hand of the Grand Master. His birth name was tossed to the side, and as is befitting tradition he took on a new name to be used within the organization, he became D'angelo.
There was no reason to hide the smile that played over D'Angelos face as he watched Jahar's feats of strength. He had a pretty good indication of what that magic was doing now. It made sense, his lens had shown him some transmutive properties, mixed with other magical energies that he did not have the skill to analyze. But he knew more now than he did moments ago and he realized that if he had attacked blindly that very strength could have proven his downfall.
"Yes perhaps you have overestimated us." He agreed, laughing at Jahars words. "It seems you've fallen to the same delusion and myths that everyone else has. We are but men." He said with a mock-bow, his hands coming to rest on the hilts of his swords once again. As he spoke his body began to work over-time, eyes-dilated, body trembling slightly as a rush of adrenaline filled his body. "But, since you have humored me, I will oblige you."
There were no further words as his hand moved with a blinding speed, his left hand dropping to his belt and retrieving green vial that he flicked out with surprising speed and accuracy. The target wasn't Jahar, but the tiles that were on the raised roof to Jahar's left. The Acid vile, unless Jahar went out of his way to try and catch the item, would shatter on the roof.
D'Angelo came forward a moment after he threw the vial, his footing sure footed as he withdrew his long sword with his right hand, his left once again dropping to his belt, though he made no move to grab anything this time. He reigned back the speed at which he ran, which took incredible control as all he wanted to do was open the flood-gates.
After a brief moment many of the tiles that the acid struck would begin to break off an slide down in pieces a couple steps behind Jahar. It wasn't an overly dramatic thing, and the amount of tiles that broke free was barely more than a dozen. The only thing of note would be that they would land behind Jahar and continue sliding down to the ground the same moment D'Angelo came in range, his long sword stabbing out stabbing forward and try to skewer his opponent in the gut.
It was the type of attack that wouldn't cause him to over-balance on the slanted roof and throw himself off the edge. It also used his range to his advantage, knowing that if Jahar back peddled to evade the attack he would risk stepping on a loose tile, which in itself wouldn't cause much harm. But any misstep and loss in footing would cause D'Angelo to press that advantage further.
The smoke was not quick to dissipate, though the light breeze that was constant at these heights did help speed it along. D'Angelo took all that time to once again run through the array of lens's he wore on his necklace, he stopped on the blue tinted lens and was transfixed by what he saw. Since the cloud of dark smoke was not magical it did nothing to hinder the magic of his lens. But what exactly D'Angelo was seeing he hadn't the slightest idea. It was clear to him that the tattoos were a at the heart of whatever was happening, or rather, to him it looked like they were responsible for transporting whatever sort of magic was at work.
Again, no answers, only more questions.
He watched even as the smoke faded and Jahar stepped out of the other side, his mouth moving with insults. They made D'Angelo smile in turn. Of course Jahar didn't want to come up here, up on this uneven footing D'Angelo's training and array of magical items gave him every advantage. He made no move to reply, again he knew that Jahar was employing the same tactic that D'Angelo had failed at earlier. D'Angelo reached for his belt again.
He removed a small wooden instrument and for a moment held it in two hands than looked at Jahar as if debating to throw it. Clearly he decided against the action when he put the Ocarina to his lips and began to play a rather up-beat, fast paced song. They were at a stalemate it seemed. D'Angelo, not knowing what sort of magic was coursing through Jahar was extremely hesitant to go fight the man, while Jahar likely recognized the folly of fighting D'Angelo on a ground of his choosing.
If Jahar did nothing than D'Angelo would stop after roughly a half-minute of playing and let out a little laugh. "Music calms the beast they say." He paused and slipped the instrument away. "I can still feel whatever magic your using, whatever it is that your tattoos do, I do not know. You claim I am afraid? No, Butcher, I am not afraid of you...nor do I take you seriously." He spun on his heel and gestured to the blood moon in the sky.
"You have hired the Veiled-Ones to come kill you. So, clearly you know what we do. Yet you decided the battle-ground and demand open combat. While we are not assassins, though I do not expect a man like you to understand the difference, we employ similar methods. Most of the Veiled-Ones are not warriors in the traditional sense. If another had come in my place they would have likely left the moment they realized it was a set-up and struck you when the situation best suited them. However...curiosity has always been a weakness of mine."
He leveled his eyes back on Jahar, one hand still raised up as if supporting the dark blood red moon in his palm. "A coward? No. I merely recognized a superior fighting position and am utilizing it to its maximum effectiveness. Even a warrior of your particular skill-set should understand that. Yet, if you cannot find a way to match me then I will come down to your level." He finished with a smile and raised one foot, as if ready to drop off the roof back onto the sand below.
D'Angelo felt no small amount of surprise when he didn't decide to push the two small advantages he had gathered. The burst of light and having his long sword trapped. Adding to the surprise, along with a bit of confusion is when Jahar released the trapped long sword and instead felt the need to let D'Angelo know how effective that little trap had been on others. Wisely, however, D'Angelo decided not to reply.
None of his words had any sort of desired effect on Jahar. When words wouldn't work for the designed purpose then all they were was a waste of breath. Like any other tool, they too could be discarded. As Jahar spoke D'Angelo took a step back and sheathed both of his weapons. That first step back was followed by another, and another. The reason behind those steps back was because of the sensation he felt around his left ankle again combined with the active tattoos that his charm was no doubt warning him about. Though, exactly what those tattoos did, D'Angelo didn't have the slightest clue.
With the sort of practice movement that comes with hours spent training every day or over a decade D'Angelo reached into one pouch with his pinky and ring finger on his left hand while his thumb and pointer finger worked free a small darkly colored bag on his belt. In the same motion that was used to pull both out his wrist snapped out and downward.
The resulting affect would be doubled, the first item was a pellet of smoke that when broke would cover the area thirty feet out in all directions wit a heavy dark grey smoke that made it difficult to see the hand in front of your face for a couple seconds before it dissipated over the course of a minute, or more quickly if there was a constant wind. The other was an adhesive gel that would splash out like water but quickly dry like cement. Granted, getting the solution wet again would make it easy to remove. If Jahar didn't move he would find that the ten foot by ten foot area that adhesive gel covered would be enough to root him to the floor.
For his own part D'Angelo took a final step off the edge as he threw the items down. Though where Jahar might expect to hear the crunch of boots on sand when the smoke became to thick to see that far, he would hear only something whizzing through the air to his left, on one of the roofs, then a clinking sound as if metal striking tile.
D'Angelo activated his Cloud Step charm when he stepped of the edge, the magic that slowed his fall gave him ample enough time to remove the Baton shaped item on his back. With the few presses of a button the Rod of Ropes would carry the near weightless form through the air to stand roughly thirty five feet to Jahars left and ten feet up, on a slanted roof. As D'Angelo touched down he would mentally command the charm to stop so that he landed lightly on the balls of his feet and at the same time slipping the Rod of Ropes back into its spot on his back.
The whole process took less than a handful of seconds and D'Angelo was at a spot where he felt he could safely analyze the situation, away from whatever sort of magic Jahar was using. But, more importantly he was on a ground of his choosing, and not letting the man he had been sent to kill control this meeting like he had been this entire time.
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