Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
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OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jul 9, 2011 18:47:22 GMT -6
Left behind... yup. That seems like an appropriate approximation on the current status of the mage of crimson. Left behind, by just about everyone it seems. Big red and his group weren't anywhere, not that he was particularly looking forward to whatever the man made of beef jerky was planning. That wasn't what got him down and bummed, no that was the fact he was left behind by another person. A much more significant and crimson person, who was totally nice to Elias even though he didn't deserve it. Where did Garnet go? He left all his things, his supplies but he took his weapons. He didn't even leave a note, or anything... Maybe he left on purpose? Trying to... Trying to ditch Elias... Well it wouldn't be the first time someone has tried to ditch him. He's guilty of doing it his self to Kyro. How is he doing now? It feels like forever since the two last talked. Hopefully he was fine... They weren't particularly close, but he was the first person to give Elias a chance. Even if, well, he messed it up. That wasn't the point really, the fact he gave it in the first place was the important bit. The first change from what he was used to, and his first step into the world at large.
If there was a few things Elias has learned in his travels, it was: One, bandits are everywhere and hurt people everywhere for no clearly deigned reason. Two, people aren't nearly as horrible as he thought they would be, he wasn't superior to them all as the unconquerable Crimson mage... in fact he was worse then a lot of them. Three, bandits are EVERYWHERE. For no reason. Seriously. And finally four, everyone has problems. Their own problems, and to be quite honest they didn't care about yours. As soon as he met Kyro, he was pulled along with his problem of delivering a message, then he was pulled along into Etruria's problem and the church, then it was Bern with the Ilians, then it was Ilia with the bandits and then it was more bandits in Ilia. Everywhere he went, there were people who had problems and issues and they needed help. From a little village to an entire army. No one really cared about Elias, they were always too busy with their own issues. Their own problems... Even Garnet...
It didn't matter, they were all gone now, and Elias was left behind. Locked in his room in the inn, refusing to exit as he just stared at the unchanging walls. There was a little toy ring in his hands, one that he keeps fidgeting with. Never putting it on his gloved hands, white gloves. Another gift given to him, by Mana. The myrmidon... Was she his friend too? Maybe. He didn't think much of it at the time, but she was friendly to him too. Much more so then he was used to. Alice too, that little girl in Ilia. How was she doing? How were they both doing? Did Mana become the incredible swordsman she wanted to be? She must of... she was great. Did Alice and her family arrive in Edessa safely? What of Arthur? Was he still injured?
And Razzle... where did she go after they ventured for that back? Cecil, he was supposed to watch him for Garnet... He failed that didn't he? Elias' mind poured over the many faces, names, people that he's met. They were all gone now, and he was alone. Left behind, as it seems. "Maybe..." He began, staring at the ceiling that seemed to stretch forever into nothing. "Maybe... I should just go home..." Maybe he should visit Heath and his wife Liza Kutald. It was always a bit odd they didn't share the same last name Elias had. His father said it was the name his former parents had, the name he had when he was adopted. But he didn't know, all he knew was that it made him feel distant from his parents. Like they weren't even his parents. Sometimes it really felt that way, that they were teachers instead of guardians.
He wasn't a hero. He was never going to be, he was a failure and his father needed to know. He would hate him, but that cannot be helped. Elias was a mistake, in all senses of the word. He'd hate him too.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jul 9, 2011 19:46:25 GMT -6
Well, no matter what he decided to do, he couldn't spend the rest of his life in this room. It was pay per night. So he gathered all his things together, knicks and knacks, thingamabobs and whosamajigs. All gathered into his pack, a skull, wolf hides, a toy ring, bloody gloves, all kinds of junk. Well, if all his plans flop maybe he could be a merchant. He did seem to have a knack of picking up weird things. Who knows? Maybe something would sell for a lot? Or a little, it didn't really matter at this point. He was poor and would probably take anything. Luckily for him he had Garnet's provisions and junk so he wouldn't need to buy any more of his own. As long as he liked jerky, that was, which he didn't. A true gourmet like Elias should be eating fine cuisine, not hardened and dried beef. Still, he couldn't lie and say he didn't have some fondness for the salty meat. He would never admit it, just think of his reputation!
Chewing on some substance he dare not identify, he finally reached for the doorknob that adorned the mahogany door. It was fairly nice looking, like it was new, this inn probably wasn't very old. The paints on the walls was all in it's proper places, except the places where children obviously tore it off. Probably to eat it or something. Children get bored easily. Paint doesn't even taste that good. Not that Elias would know, the gourmet that he is who only eats the fanciest foods at five star restaurants. Red paint tasted the best though, naturally.
The door opened smoothly, which was a bummer because Elias was totally expecting it to creak something mysterious. All spooky and whatnot. Not that he was desiring a certain level of horror in his journey, it was just any time a door is opened slowly he can't help but expect some kind of creaking to be connected to it. Like it was hardwired into his very mind, it was probably because all the doors at his home creaked all the time like they hadn't been oiled since the scouring itself even though he's lived in half a dozen places as a child and atleast two of those places were basically giant tree houses.
"Hey."
"Oh hi." It wasn't as if tree houses even had doors to creak, but somehow his father managed to work that in. He truly was a magic master.
"Excuse me."
"Huh?" Well, since that person was so rude to bring Elias back to reality, he decided to give him a looksie. Elias was still standing there at the door with it swung wide open. Just outside it was a person, probably 14 or so, not that old but not a little kid. He had sandy blond hair and dark brown eyes, along with a few freckles dotting the teenager's face. He looked quite innocent really, and not all that much shorter then Elias. Then again Elias was always kinda short.
"You're... Elias right?"
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jul 9, 2011 20:54:40 GMT -6
"Who are you?" Elias felt prompted to ask instead of answering the question posed to him. He remained there in the doorway, the boy more or less blocking his path. Not that Elias would of totally ditched the boy and leaving him standing there with his, oh who are we kidding Elias totally would.
"It depends, are you Elias or not?" The teenager crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow, scrutinizing the red clad man with a critical eye.
"How is that possible?" Elias looked dumbfounded, well moreso then usual.
"How is... what possible?" The boy took a step back as Elias' face drew near. Looking the kid directly in the eyes with an intensity that would make anyone feel uncomfortable.
"Your identity. It has requirements, how is that possible."
"Erm... what?"
"You say who you are depends on whether or not I'm Elias, how is that possible? I have never met someone who's identity is dependent on outside situations and requirements."
"Oh Elmine save me." The boy pinched the bridge between his fingers with a groan. "You don't get it."
"No, I don't. How do you live?" Elias continued his insane little speech, ignoring each iteration of the boy telling him to stop. Each time growing more and more annoyed and irritated, trying desperately to get the rambling red headed mage. "How is it you are one person if I am indeed Elias, and another if I am not? Do you change shape? Are you actually a lady? Every day knowing that you may be an entirely different person depending if the person you are talking to is Elias or not. It must be madness, your family must be in tears with the fear you could comple-"
"I'M VICTOR ALRIGHT!" He finally snapped at Elias, destroying his train of thought mid sentence. "Just... just... damn."
"Well, if you want to get all snappy about it." Elias crossed his arms and pouted, well it looked like he was pouting, he really had a somewhat wicked smile as he saw the boy try to scramble back together. "What is it you want, Victor?"
"I want to know if you are Elias or not, my master told me to look for a mage garbed entirely in red." He was defeated, not by cleverness but by idiocy.
"Well you found him. Good timing too, I was just about to leave." Elias stopped his fake pout and offered a more genuine grin to the kid.
"Oh thank Elmine. I was so worried when I heard that the people you where traveling with left..." he said, the irritation that was radiating before easing away.
"You mean big red and his entourage of whatevers? Nah, I'm not with them, and proud of it. They're probably going to do something stupid anyways. I'm heading to Lycia." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder.
"Oh please don't go! Not yet atleast, I need you to come with me to my master." The boy was shocked and relieved in equal proportions, which really is quite a hard expression to describe. Surlieved? Shocved? Well it didn't matter.
Elias let out a little groan. "Actually... I don't feel like doing anything but going to Lycia right now, sorry. Maybe you can find another, better mage or something. It shouldn't be hard."
"No! It has to be you Elias! Don't worry, the trip isn't that far from here. I promise."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jul 10, 2011 12:09:16 GMT -6
Well it looked like Elias was being held hostage, surrounded by demons as he sat in the back of the demon drawn carriage with the person who more or less begged him to come. Arms crossed and legs dangling off the side of the wooden carriage, one that looked more like a caravan then anything for civilians. What with the giant puffy white roof and the such. The wood wasn't particularly fun to sit on, and the road was obnoxiously bumpy. There wasn't many roads in Sacae, and it appears that this Master's home didn't involve any. Still, for all Elias' complaints he couldn't help but say Sacae itself looked nice. Not great, but better then say Ilia which was just terrible. Just cold terribleness.
His feet were a few feet above the grassy ever changing earth as the carriage bumped and groaned over the uneven earth, rocks, little mounds of dirt. Even though Sacae was impressive in it's empty boringness, it still wasn't a proper substitute for a road. It would probably of been better if they had just rode the damn demons themselves, but Elias would never do that. Ever. EVER. "So. You've forgot to tell me, again, for the millionth time now. Why is it you want the Cri... Why do you want me?" He looked at the boy sitting in the carriage with him, just relaxing it seems. It was a mystery HOW he can relax, what with all this rickety rocking.
"Why do you hate horses?"
"They killed my grandfather, and stop changing the subject." Elias groaned as he laid on his back, across the wooden floor between the two benches for people to sit on. It was a small carriage, probably used to travel from that one city to other places for people who weren't exactly rich. There was few roads in Sacae but lots of Sacae. If you want to get anywhere without getting lost, it's a good idea to get a carriage or caravan or something.
"Well... I guess you do deserve an explanation..." Victor shrugged, but looked away. His face unreadable, mainly because it wasn't in the right position for Elias to be able to read it. Elias imagined it was all unscrupulous, or covered in clown makeup.
"What's this? No nervously changing the subject? No conditions that have to be met? No complete ignoring me?" Elias asked, his voice slightly mocking the kid. "You're going to kill me, aren't you?"
"N-No!" He snapped back, craning his body away from Elias and leaning back in his seat. Eventually he eased back to normal, but still eyed Elias warily. Couldn't blame him. "My master, he said someone told him a mage named Elias was in town. Apparently he knows you to some extent, and told me to bring you to him. I... I don't know why, he just told me to fetch you. That's all I know, honest."
"Well, that was woefully unhelpful." Elias simply sighed, staring at the white ceiling thing that were always on the top of these carriages. What were they called? Well it didn't matter, light filtered through it all that same. It was quite bright out right now, probably around lunch. "So, just who is your master? Is he some kinda incredible tailor? Because if he is, I could use a new cloak. This ones full of holes and isn't fashionable all. A new hat would be nice too."
Victor just shook his head with a laugh. "No, of course not. I'd be much more smartly dressed otherwise." He DID have the look of some commoner peasant person, whatever they were called. Plebians sprung to mind. "No, my master's a Sage. Where almost to his tower, I can see it in the distance."
A tower in the distance? Well you just know Elias had to get up to look. Scrambling to his knees, he more or less crawled over and stuck his head out the front. Ignoring a slightly annoyed coach and putting the demons out of his mind, despite them being right there in all their unholy glory, he looked around. It wasn't long until he realized just what Victor was talking about. A tower, one that seemed to reach into the heavens itself! Damn. That's a tall tower. Along it's side where intricate designs, almost looking like runes. He stopped for a moment to wonder just how they where put on the sides of the building, but the answer was obvious of course. Magic. Didn't have to explain anything.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jul 10, 2011 12:59:41 GMT -6
"So, why is it that mages and junk always build their homes super tall? I mean, my dad's a Druid so my house was always really dark and naturey and junk. I think we lived in a tree house a few times. He always said something stupid though, but even then he had a small tower of research things we'd end up going to all the time, I'm surprised he didn't just live there, but sleeping on ancient artifacts and endless piles of books probably isn't very comfortable." It was very magic like, like somehow he took magic and assaulted it with a hammer to turn it into bricks or something. The walls didn't glow, but then again it felt like they could if they wanted to. It was probably too bright to glow or something, Elias couldn't help but entertain the idea of blowing out all the torches and lanterns that lit this place. It probably wouldn't do no good, magic fire and whatnot. There was windows too, so that also made it moot.
"I don't know. Master says it's something like defying the heavens and something, but I personally think it's just mages showing off. Like a little kid taunting people with things like 'my tower is bigger then yours!' and what not." Victor muttered off hand as he rifled through things. The first floor of the tower was large, wide, and full of junk. Mostly books, all the cool stuff was probably higher up. At the end of the hall, near the stairs there was a couple of staffs laying on the ground and a long rope hanging from the ceiling.
"We have to climb... all these stairs don't we? He's on the top floor, I just know it. What's the point of a giant tower if he's not on the top floor?" Elias groaned, and almost cried when he thought about the thousands of stairs he'd have to climb.
"Well he is on the top floor, but we won't have to climb come over and grab on to me." The boy smirked as he held the rope in his hand. Magical shenanigans were likely to ensue. Nervously, Elias stepped over the piled upon piles of books that weren't on their bookshelves that also littered the room. At the far end it almost looked like there was some kind of makeshift bed created, but he didn't ask. Maybe later he would, the way Victor deftly waded through the sea of literature meant that he was very used to this. They needed a maid, maybe they could make one. Can mages do that? He remember reading in books about dark mages who could create phantoms or something, but could a sage make some kinda automaton? Well anyways, Elias grabbed on to the boy all the same, feeling a bit awkward.
"Alright, hold on." He pulled on the rope and then! Then.... then nothing happened. Huh. That's odd, Elias was totally expecting something to happen. That's when he vanished from existence.
"OH ELMINE WHAT IS-" He grabbed the young man in a vice like iron death grip, probably suffocating the poor lad. The entirety of his surroundings shifted suddenly and without warning. He found his self in front of a familiar looking man holding a staff. He suddenly let go, leaving Victor to violently gasp for air. "Oh, you're that man I met in town the other day." And it was, the perfectly trustworthy looking man with a long crooked nose and a almost permanent shadow covering him. His hair was just as greasy as before, but he seemed considerably more healthy looking. "Thank you for the Elfire tome, by the way." Elias smiled, looking at the staff he held. It was a rescue staff, he probably had a few so he could quickly get people up here. There was probably a warp staff or two around here so he could get quickly up and down as well. In fact, now that he thought about it, those staffs he saw on the bottom floor WERE warp staffs.
"You know Master?" Victor gasped out.
"Yes, he does, but not just because of the other day..." The man spoke for Elias, smiling a somewhat disturbing grin.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jul 22, 2011 13:20:06 GMT -6
"Alright alright... let me get this straight..." Elias had made his self comfortable, sitting in the comfy recesses of an aged armchair. Probably magically enchanted because there was no other possible explanation for it's inhumane levels of comfort and support. In his hands was a small porcelain saucer, and atop it was a small porcelain cup. Inside was a thick brown brew, some kind of tea. Elias wasn't exactly the biggest fan of tea, but even he could appreciate it. He was a gourmet after all. "You're a friend of my father's?" He gestured at the man with the wry grin sitting not far from him. He was sitting in another chair, wooden but still probably very comfortable. How? It was magic, it didn't need to make sense. The kid got a stool. One that he wasn't sitting in, because he was tending to the tea. With the way that older man drank it, he was surprised he didn't just have a funnel.
"Friend is such a strong word. Especially strong when used about your father." He laughed dryly, lifting the small teacup to his face and taking a drink. "I just happen to be a sage of no small talent, just as he's a druid of great skill. I do a lot of studying, as does he, it's only natural our paths cross from time to time. Especially with the fanatically way he is about certain topics..." The sage looked into his cup, staring the tea down as if he was afraid to look Elias in the eye. Or maybe he just really liked tea. At the moment it looked more like that latter.
"I don't think I remember you." Elias didn't remember any of his father's friends, so that was basically obvious. It all seems kind of faceless when you get several a week and sometime multiple in the same day. "Did I fight you?"
"Yes you did. Several times. You also lost, pretty badly might I add." It was almost like he was laughing at him, though it didn't really rile up Elias like it probably would have a month ago. Right about now, he was right. Still that pathetic look in Elias' eyes apparently hit much harder then any insult. "You did really good, don't worry. You're a naturally talented mage, I just happened to be very strong. I'm sorry it even happened." He backpedaled instantly. "I wouldn't take it so personally, what your father did was a bit harsh but not unusual. A lot of mages make their apprentices do similar things. It's so the apprentice can get accustomed to a wide variety of magics and how to counter them."
"Yeah... right." Elias agreed, that's how he always justified it to himself as well. It couldn't of been purposeless, that would of just been cruel. His tea looked particularly brown right now. "So... Victor tells me you wanted to see me..."
"Ah so you got him to tell you his name I see. I assumed you would." The dark looking man grinned the kind of smile that would make small children flee in terror.
"He annoyed it out of me master." Victor gave a dull glare at Elias as he filled his master's cup with tea once more.
"If you want to get anywhere in this world, you need to learn to deal with things that annoy you." He began, taking a drink from his newly filled cup. "Especially if you ever want children. Which is exactly why I never had any."
Elias rose an eyebrow to this, wondering if that was really why he never had any and if it wasn't any other of a myriad of problem. The sage didn't even notice. Or he pretended to not notice. It was hard to tell with incredibly powerful magicians. "Oh that's right, you know who I am, but I never caught your name."
"Oh, is that right..." He mumbled as he took another drink. "I'm insulted, I thought you would recognize one of your father's closest friends and the man who gave you your elfire tome, which used to be mine by the way." He didn't even bother looking at Elias, his tone piercing right through the mage.
"I already told you I didn't! Also you said you weren't his friend, make up your mind, man." Elias would of crossed his arms, but he had tea. So instead he held his teacup with great fury.
He laughed, "Maybe I was lying then. Maybe I'm lying now. Maybe you should ask him yourself."
"Maybe I'm going to beat you with a book."
"Oh my. I hope Elmine saves me from the wrath of a book weilding psychopath." And now he was mocking Elias, perfect. "Oh come on, I'm only joking around with you. Don't have that face. I'm the Sage Cain. Albert Cain. "
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Sept 19, 2011 18:33:39 GMT -6
"Cain? That name sounds familiar." The mage tapped his temple lightly, squinting his eyes while he tried to strain the recesses of his memory. It felt like wading in some bottemless swamp while trying to not get wet, wanting to avoid certain memories even though the answer was most likely hidden there. All the little lies he told his self that he had eventually begun to believe his self, he saw no need to pull and unravel it string by string for such a unimportant thing. "Oh well, I'm sure it's nothing." He let a small 'hmph' of defeat.
"Well well. You say you don't know me, yet now you are saying you might?" The elderly sage smirked, speaking in that natural tone of condescension that any magic use worth their salt naturally develops. That and a beard, those were the staples. Elias was still working on his, but it grew in patchy and he had a hard time with anything aside from a mustache. Made him look like a circus illusionist instead of a powerful mage. If he had eyebrows to match, maybe he could be a hypnotist.
The sage's eyes bore into Elias, before he let out a small laugh. "Your... a little scatterbrained, aren't you Elias?" Oh. Was it that obvious?
"Is it that obvious?" He echoed the thought.
"Pretty much." Victor chimed in.
"So was there any reason in particular you wanted me to come? Your stooge was quite insistent."
"Yes, but that's neither here nor there. What I'm more interested in is you." That was an incredibly creepy line. "Wipe that look off of your face, what I mean is that you aren't quite like I expected. Not at all really. From what your father has told me, you are usually much more... confident. Loud. Flamboyant even. But here you've been positively melancholy."
"Father... talks about me?" He completely ignored everything else the man said, that was the only bit the mind of Elias picked up on. To the void with the rest.
"Well, he described you to me and told me to keep an eye out for you. That's why I called out to you in town earlier. Even if you are acting a bit different, there's no way to mistake all of your.... red." He gestured, though he really didn't need to. Everyone knew what he was speaking about, unnamed civilians across the continent knew what he was talking about. Elias' obsession was probably more well known then the person who has it.
"Ah, I see then." As if someone punctured his hide with a needle, the bit of excitement he had quickly died and left him deflated.
"Is everything alright?" Elias doubted he actually cared. It was like when people ask what's you have been doing, but not honestly wanting to know. Anything longer then a few words will net you dirty looks.
"I'm fine."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Sept 27, 2011 20:09:15 GMT -6
The sage rose an eyebrow, skeptical. His face was incredulous, but he had no choice but to take the mage at his word. Pressing a mage for secrets was never a good idea, for they always had many. Never has Albert met a practitioner of the magical arts worth mentioning that didn't have a secret or two. "Alright then, I'll respect your privacy." He waved his hand, shaking his head.
"If it's alright... I would like to leave." Elias has had enough of whatever this would be called. He just wanted to leave, and maybe wallow in his despair and self pity.
"I understand Elias, but first I have a gift for you." Sage Cain nodded, looking at his apprentice who bolted off as if this was all rehearsed. Elias looked with a combination of confusion and interest. Quickly Vincent came from the stairs, apparently on the floor below looking for it. Now Elias was curious what the other floors of this tower were like. A curiosity that, unfortunately, will never be sated. At least not today, instead he looked at the small box that had been shoved in his hands.
"A... gift?" For him? Seriously? "You've already given me more then enough, my Elfire tome..."
"That was a gift from your father. This is from me." He grinned as Elias opened the box, pulling a bundle of cloth from it.
"Er...." He stared at it for a moment. "It's... white." He muttered, looking at it intently.
He had a wry smile on his face, a raised brow and a face that was just smarmy as possible without summoning all fists in a mile radius."Why yes, it is white. How very astute. It's also a cloak, Vincent told me you needed a new one." He did? When was this? Elias was here the whole time but how... argh. Magic hurts his head sometimes.
"But why?"
"Because it's a chance to begin again. White is considered by many to be plain, but it is boundless with possibilities. It can be any color it chooses to be, it can take any route it wants. Elias, I don't know what happened to you, or your past, or why you're upset. But I do know that it's not the end, you can continue, take a new path. You are like that cloak, and you can take any path you chose. Your destiny isn't set in stone."
"I'm the Crimson mage, because Crimson is the most powerful and best color. But you don't have to love what's best... " He stared at the cloak, he wouldn't admit just how much such a simple little gift touched him. He looked at his gloves, white, the ones Mana gave him... "White... may not be the best color... but you don't always need to be the best. Thank you."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Sept 28, 2011 15:17:54 GMT -6
It was a short farewell, Elias took no time before quickly wearing his new cloak. Spotless, white, looking brand new. It felt odd, even though it was just a color, it was totally different to what he was used to for... so many years. Ever since he was a child. It looked... Well he thought it looked nice. That's what was important here, however his title of Crimson Mage became even less accurate. He was never really the Crimson Mage though, he was just a kid screaming that name over and over hoping that it would become his nickname. It never stuck though, ever. No one called him that, everyone called him Elias, and that was fine. It was his name after all, a title isn't something you shout at the top of you lungs and hoping everyone takes to calling you it. It's something you earn. And if he never earned it? Well... that's alright too.
With a nod of the head, Elias left. A short farewell, words of luck and godspeed. With a wave of his staff, Elias was warped from Sage Cain's domain, left to contemplate his gifts. Not only his cloak, but his new tome. Elfire, from his father said the sage. His father, a man who more or less was entirely removed from his life yet dictated it from afar. Someone's who neglect turned into an obsession. Elias' desire to become a hero being complexly intertwined his his father to the point it was impossible to tell where it began or ended. He hugged the tome tightly to his chest, eyes shut. The burden of lies feeling heavy on his heart, especially with how he spoke them so readily, substituting reality with his own distorted version. If he ever saw Garnet again... he'd need to know the truth.
Garnet... He couldn't stop himself from sighing. He was the first friend he could honestly say he had. Mana, Nathaniel, and Razzle... they were all his friends in a way. Even if he never spoke closely, they were bonded from a similar mission, a similar goal.
He looked around at the grassy plains ahead of him, cringing as he noticed something. A beastly demon who wanted nothing more then to gouge Elias from the inside and bathe in his entrails! "BEGONE DEMON OF THE VOID! YOUR KIND IS NOT WELCOME HERE!"
The horse whinnied in confusion. It did, however, find the mage entertaining. The solid grey stallion began to trot closer, leaving the grass it had taken to munching on.
"No nonnono stay away. Shoo. Go. Please?" The mage cowered in the presence of the steed. It kept coming closer. "Go go! Leave me alone! Don't you have babies to eat?!" The horse continued, undeterred. "Nooo!" The mage has fled.
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