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(Meshiro glanced at the growling Demorbear whose eyes glistened like a ripe apple decorated in the morning's dew, and sunlight's glare.)
"So you're gonna be the canvas to my paintbrush, signori?"
(The youngling taunted. The boy needn't approach the beast or even move very much, for the spell has been set. A junction of waterways has been constructed beneath the Demorbear. This system of water had tunnels a good two feet thick. This mechanic was achieved by using the abrasive power of raw mana to chisel the earth, and allow his summoned water to fill in the gaps.)
"Mhm, Imma' genius everyone..."
(Meshiro glanced over his shoulder and looked around to see if anyone was watching before twirling his stave in the air. At once, three bright orbs of roaring fire materialized in front of the lad, each being evidently sentient and energetic. They were all three feet tall and two feet wide with featureless bodies. Meshiro dipped his golden wand towards the ground, and the docile golems each dived into the soil. )
(Beneath the surface, the three split apart and rushed through the nexus at greatspeeds making sure to evade any runic traps. Even with water splashing their burning anatomy the triplet infernos didn't waver in the slightest. However, the water begin to boil rapidly. Meanwhile, the Demorbear had at last begin to tense his muscles, and bore his jagged fangs.)
"Wait here, big fella.. Rejicio!"
(The golems self-destructed, releasing an intense burst of heat which coursed through the boiling canals instantaneously. By now, the soil beneath the Demorbear had grown soft, so when the beast decided to drag his claws against the ground, he was thrown off balance and sunk into the scorching pit. The grand finale, a phreatic explosion. A tremendous amount of scalding steam suddenly erupted from the soft dirt and devoured the snared demon.)
"Annnd.. Venite Huc..!"
(The heat from the steam cloud was suddenly drawn into the air by an unseen force and condensed into a spinning orb of pure red energy which formed above his victim. At the same time, the steam enveloping the Demorbear had become a solid carapace of thick, glossy ice. Inside, the beast was frozen without escape. Meshiro grinned and winked at the creature before slamming his staff into the ground, thus commanding the ball to plummet into the center ice prison and explode. The explosion tore apart the glaze with the creature inside, whose body had grown brittle and easily succumbed to the blast, leaving melted chunks of flesh, and burnt debris in a pool of still boiling water. Meshiro wiped his forehead and fell backwards, onto his butt.)
"How's that for a magic trick, ya bums.. Heh. Ha... Tehoo.."
(Into sopor the lad slipped. His narcolepsy usually intensifies after such a series of spells.)
"So you're gonna be the canvas to my paintbrush, signori?"
(The youngling taunted. The boy needn't approach the beast or even move very much, for the spell has been set. A junction of waterways has been constructed beneath the Demorbear. This system of water had tunnels a good two feet thick. This mechanic was achieved by using the abrasive power of raw mana to chisel the earth, and allow his summoned water to fill in the gaps.)
"Mhm, Imma' genius everyone..."
(Meshiro glanced over his shoulder and looked around to see if anyone was watching before twirling his stave in the air. At once, three bright orbs of roaring fire materialized in front of the lad, each being evidently sentient and energetic. They were all three feet tall and two feet wide with featureless bodies. Meshiro dipped his golden wand towards the ground, and the docile golems each dived into the soil. )
(Beneath the surface, the three split apart and rushed through the nexus at greatspeeds making sure to evade any runic traps. Even with water splashing their burning anatomy the triplet infernos didn't waver in the slightest. However, the water begin to boil rapidly. Meanwhile, the Demorbear had at last begin to tense his muscles, and bore his jagged fangs.)
"Wait here, big fella.. Rejicio!"
(The golems self-destructed, releasing an intense burst of heat which coursed through the boiling canals instantaneously. By now, the soil beneath the Demorbear had grown soft, so when the beast decided to drag his claws against the ground, he was thrown off balance and sunk into the scorching pit. The grand finale, a phreatic explosion. A tremendous amount of scalding steam suddenly erupted from the soft dirt and devoured the snared demon.)
"Annnd.. Venite Huc..!"
(The heat from the steam cloud was suddenly drawn into the air by an unseen force and condensed into a spinning orb of pure red energy which formed above his victim. At the same time, the steam enveloping the Demorbear had become a solid carapace of thick, glossy ice. Inside, the beast was frozen without escape. Meshiro grinned and winked at the creature before slamming his staff into the ground, thus commanding the ball to plummet into the center ice prison and explode. The explosion tore apart the glaze with the creature inside, whose body had grown brittle and easily succumbed to the blast, leaving melted chunks of flesh, and burnt debris in a pool of still boiling water. Meshiro wiped his forehead and fell backwards, onto his butt.)
"How's that for a magic trick, ya bums.. Heh. Ha... Tehoo.."
(Into sopor the lad slipped. His narcolepsy usually intensifies after such a series of spells.)
For clarification, elf-girl just fucked the demorbear, so.. should a new one spawn, or did I misread, and there's already several waiting?
(Meshiro bounced towards the gathering fray with his staff waving in the air. The youngling struck the soil with his stave & a trickle of water soon begun to explode into a stream gushing down the golden body of Mizuken his beloved relic. Instantly, an enormous body of mana began to pool from his body and drill into the earth along with the water without moving the surface dirt itself.)
"Venite Huc!"
(Tsuekami's voice rung like the bells of a cathedral, and his eyes were as bright as new silver. Air itself thickened with the summoning of mana. The event settled with a quiet whirring which occurred beneath the ground. Meshiro ripped his stave from the earth and ambled to the side of the hole he made.)
Yes, yes.. A very basic conjuration spell. This is gonna make everyone acknowledge me, teehe...
"Venite Huc!"
(Tsuekami's voice rung like the bells of a cathedral, and his eyes were as bright as new silver. Air itself thickened with the summoning of mana. The event settled with a quiet whirring which occurred beneath the ground. Meshiro ripped his stave from the earth and ambled to the side of the hole he made.)
Yes, yes.. A very basic conjuration spell. This is gonna make everyone acknowledge me, teehe...
(Meshiro shoved his way to the front using his staff to bonk those in his way while using his free hand's index finger to pick his nose & then scratch his rumpus/ He'd then start thinking in his head the following.)
Let's see here... A demorbear. To be able to summon one is pretty impressive, signori. Distant from the hell hounds, and much more powerful, I learned all of this back in Penrith.
(Meshiro looked onward as the first young man was dispatched with haste, giggling gently as his devious and sadistic nature allowed him to. Such a demonic atrocity could surely lay waste to this entire rowdy bunch of people, and its battlecry was a deafening one which nearly melted his ear drums into a paste as soft as charlotte custard. What powerful taming strength.)
"Teehaha, what a fool!"
(Tsuekami continued to watch as the beast was then slain by a nimble half-blood like his self, noting the steps he should take to kill the Demorbear in his mind.)
She avoided the traps by not advancing ya ya... however I will be much moar evasive, and upfront. A demorbear could most definitely absorb flames so I'll brittle his flesh and decimate it with an intense spell of mine. Yes... I'll impress all of these primitive infid-
(Meshiro was suddenly knocked to the side by a random breeze, and hit the mud; face-first. The youngling lifted his head and cast a ray of water from his staff which sluiced his face of dirt.)
"ok."
Let's see here... A demorbear. To be able to summon one is pretty impressive, signori. Distant from the hell hounds, and much more powerful, I learned all of this back in Penrith.
(Meshiro looked onward as the first young man was dispatched with haste, giggling gently as his devious and sadistic nature allowed him to. Such a demonic atrocity could surely lay waste to this entire rowdy bunch of people, and its battlecry was a deafening one which nearly melted his ear drums into a paste as soft as charlotte custard. What powerful taming strength.)
"Teehaha, what a fool!"
(Tsuekami continued to watch as the beast was then slain by a nimble half-blood like his self, noting the steps he should take to kill the Demorbear in his mind.)
She avoided the traps by not advancing ya ya... however I will be much moar evasive, and upfront. A demorbear could most definitely absorb flames so I'll brittle his flesh and decimate it with an intense spell of mine. Yes... I'll impress all of these primitive infid-
(Meshiro was suddenly knocked to the side by a random breeze, and hit the mud; face-first. The youngling lifted his head and cast a ray of water from his staff which sluiced his face of dirt.)
"ok."
(Meshiro dragged his nose along his sleeve while gazing around the room before taking a seat. Legs swinging, the lad used his staff to scratch his head. Meshiro looked in the direction of Ravenroot with his eyes squinting and began to think inside his head.)
Mind-reading magic, eh? Reminds me of my aura sensing, but that's not possible to read minds. Must be some kind of bluff.
Well.. Hey there, look over here. If ya can read minds, then say the numbers '1-5-6-7' outloud. Yah yeah, that'll stump em'.
"Teeheheha.."
Mind-reading magic, eh? Reminds me of my aura sensing, but that's not possible to read minds. Must be some kind of bluff.
Well.. Hey there, look over here. If ya can read minds, then say the numbers '1-5-6-7' outloud. Yah yeah, that'll stump em'.
"Teeheheha.."
(Pondering, Meshiro stared down at his paper and pencil with a blank expression. Suddenly, the lad began blurting out in one of his random self rants.)
"Taha! A test of smarts, right? Childs play... Eh.. Even though I am a child, but... Alright. Ehh.. Time to answer I guess, signori."
Titan Oric was born of ash...
Well, the hunters...
(Meshiro was interrupted by a sudden yet familiar musty stench permeating his nostrils. On his side, he caught glimpse of a looming Etlock gazing at his answer sheet from above.)
"Huh? I can smell you inching closer, and closer, so listen big fella', back off my paper before I bonk you with my staff, ok? Eh, I guess only one of us will be a hunter after all, so no worries. Teehaha."
(Said Meshiro to the now embarrassed Etlock on his right. The Etlock cocked his head in the other direction, flushed with steam billowing from out his nostrils. The Etlock then started to cheat off a nearby elf paper. However, now that Meshiro is looking around, he could find so many individuals cheating. There was one human using some sort of unusual body language with his comrade to communicate answers. There was an elf holding a toxin-tipped arrow into the side of a human sitting next to him, forcing the human to cough up answers. An Etlock towards the corner of the room hung his unnecessarily shiny buckler shield against the wall at an angle that allowed him to see answers in the reflection of the shiny rampart.)
"Seems everyone is cheating in some way."
Anyways... The hunters started off as an elite crew of assassins made to dispatch adversaries of the old king, but now have been reformed into trained guards of the land.
Lastly, the 'Burg'. Mhm, Finished!
"Godspeed ya bub. See ya later, if ya pass! Teehahaha!"
(Shouted the youngling as he trudged off, staff in hand.)
"Taha! A test of smarts, right? Childs play... Eh.. Even though I am a child, but... Alright. Ehh.. Time to answer I guess, signori."
Titan Oric was born of ash...
Well, the hunters...
(Meshiro was interrupted by a sudden yet familiar musty stench permeating his nostrils. On his side, he caught glimpse of a looming Etlock gazing at his answer sheet from above.)
"Huh? I can smell you inching closer, and closer, so listen big fella', back off my paper before I bonk you with my staff, ok? Eh, I guess only one of us will be a hunter after all, so no worries. Teehaha."
(Said Meshiro to the now embarrassed Etlock on his right. The Etlock cocked his head in the other direction, flushed with steam billowing from out his nostrils. The Etlock then started to cheat off a nearby elf paper. However, now that Meshiro is looking around, he could find so many individuals cheating. There was one human using some sort of unusual body language with his comrade to communicate answers. There was an elf holding a toxin-tipped arrow into the side of a human sitting next to him, forcing the human to cough up answers. An Etlock towards the corner of the room hung his unnecessarily shiny buckler shield against the wall at an angle that allowed him to see answers in the reflection of the shiny rampart.)
"Seems everyone is cheating in some way."
Anyways... The hunters started off as an elite crew of assassins made to dispatch adversaries of the old king, but now have been reformed into trained guards of the land.
Lastly, the 'Burg'. Mhm, Finished!
"Godspeed ya bub. See ya later, if ya pass! Teehahaha!"
(Shouted the youngling as he trudged off, staff in hand.)
(Waddling into the lecture, Meshiro pushed to the front ... alongside the others. Even with his stature, he could barely squeeze through the breaks of the crowd for it was as a tight and clustered as tuna in a tin. Occasionally, Tsuekami found himself brushing past individuals who smelled entirely of corpus and must. With each advance, Meshiro took scheming stares, and harsh eyeballing from a few slender elves who had been plotting behind their thick black mantle of steel knives and other deadly trinkets, or even a downward glance from brutish, hulking Etlocks who loomed over the boy like an ant to a human.)
"Boy, am I gonna be an anvil's face, or a hunter? These big body, lousy ruffians here... They out here expectin' they're gonna be swift killers on a field, heh! To be soaked like a towel just by trying to move... and not even by mine sweat, musty beast ya are. Maybe, one of those filthy thieves from before will cut me with his ears alone. Dice my little body up like-- eh, signori, ya're in the way...?"
(The quiet rant had come to an end. Interrupted by a mountainous Etlock whose arm lazily swung towards Meshiro with a hand the size of a frying pan with fingers built like juicy bratwursts. Cerise fuzz decorated the giant's palm like green on endless hills. Meshiro accosted the great hand with the warmth of his own, but in reality could only bring the Etlock's pinky to a twitch and not even a shake. The Etlock grinned and scooped Meshiro from behind with his veins bulging like thick viola strings. The Etlock catapulted Meshiro through the crowd with a 'gentle' shove.)
"Uffgh, signori... Ya needa be careful shoving me around like some doll.... Oh."
(Meshiro glanced up, lying at the feet of yet another Etlock. This Etlock was not as kind the former, and didn't offer his hand. Furthermore, this Etlock was even bigger, with golden locks of hair, and wielded a heavy spiked iron baton in one hand, with a red bulwark in the other. The Etlock nudged Meshiro off the ground and faced back the other way. Meshiro looked around himself, and still, it seemed he hadn't moved even a meter from the entrance.)
"When will it be my turn already..."
"Boy, am I gonna be an anvil's face, or a hunter? These big body, lousy ruffians here... They out here expectin' they're gonna be swift killers on a field, heh! To be soaked like a towel just by trying to move... and not even by mine sweat, musty beast ya are. Maybe, one of those filthy thieves from before will cut me with his ears alone. Dice my little body up like-- eh, signori, ya're in the way...?"
(The quiet rant had come to an end. Interrupted by a mountainous Etlock whose arm lazily swung towards Meshiro with a hand the size of a frying pan with fingers built like juicy bratwursts. Cerise fuzz decorated the giant's palm like green on endless hills. Meshiro accosted the great hand with the warmth of his own, but in reality could only bring the Etlock's pinky to a twitch and not even a shake. The Etlock grinned and scooped Meshiro from behind with his veins bulging like thick viola strings. The Etlock catapulted Meshiro through the crowd with a 'gentle' shove.)
"Uffgh, signori... Ya needa be careful shoving me around like some doll.... Oh."
(Meshiro glanced up, lying at the feet of yet another Etlock. This Etlock was not as kind the former, and didn't offer his hand. Furthermore, this Etlock was even bigger, with golden locks of hair, and wielded a heavy spiked iron baton in one hand, with a red bulwark in the other. The Etlock nudged Meshiro off the ground and faced back the other way. Meshiro looked around himself, and still, it seemed he hadn't moved even a meter from the entrance.)
"When will it be my turn already..."
(Meshiro broke the position and looked around the empty lot after a little bit of time had flown by.) 'Ehh.... Where's the crowd , signori? I'm catching a cramp here.' (Meshiro lurched towards the ground after he did a bit of a playful spin before plopping onto the soil to rest.)
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