Valorian
Sage
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Where there is life, there is hope.
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Post by Valorian on Jun 1, 2012 21:16:22 GMT -6
It had been nearly a month since he'd joined up with the Etrurian resistance. He hadn't used either his real name or his alias, instead they just opted to call him 'The Wizard'. He didn't really care one way or the other, and he was the most skilled magic user they had, so it did make some sense. Recently the problem they had, that he had been discussing with Janus, was that they didn't know where to actually strike to do some good. The Prophet and his Herald were good at keeping secrets, and trying to breech their fortress was foolish without a plan of attack. Even he wouldn't dare try it, since they likely had enough soldiers to kill them all five times over.
But something had to be done...some way to find out where they should strike. Thankfully, Janus had a head on his shoulders, and knew the right place to strike when you needed information. A particularly old book from the Etruian Magical Libraries spoke of a form of magic that could view distant places and events. The directions seemed odd, mentioning all sorts of landmarks and measurements that hadn't been used in generations.
It hadn't been easy to determine it's resting place. Three dragon wings south east of Graston, west of the Dwarf Mountain to the sun's rest...so insane.
But he'd figured it out after a little bit of reflection. The town of Graston was long gone, over two centuries ago, but some old records he found made note of it being a trade route with a heavy battle contingent. That would mean it was likely on a border, so Ostia would make the most sense. A dragon's wing was an ancient measurement of distance, equal to about a days travel. Dwarf Mountain...that didn't make much sense at first. Dwarf...was a word for small. There were mountains by that area, was it referring to the smallest mountain?
No! Of course, Dwarf didn't just mean small. Dwarf meant a small person. And in irony, it was the tallest peek of the mountains that was named after the most famous short person in all of Elibe. West of Mount Roland...that was a pretty big area to search. What did a "Sun's rest" mean anyway? Did it just mean west?
Well, better to get started earlier rather then later.
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He'd worked his way to the mountain and was looking west, out to the horizon. All he could see was the foothills, countless, filling the land. It could take years to search all of them, the natural caverns, and whatever else was around here! He didn't have this kind of time, he needed a better clue. The sun was setting, soon it would be dark out and that would be the end of his hunting for the evening. The sun slowly slipped towards the horizon, and he watched as it fell.
It set directly between two hills, into a valley. Where the sun had been laid to rest! That was it! He had a destination, he was so close he could taste it.'
At first light he would begin the trip to the location, to find the ancient magic that could find his quarry and the weakness they needed to exploit.
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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 Nov 7, 2012 12:53:22 GMT -6
"You know, one might question the sanity of staying inside a ruins that deeply emotionally scarred you and is undoubtedly filled with countless forlorn spirits that would like to do nothing else but to rend your flesh from your bones. But you think it's a good idea, right Skelly? It's alright?"
"Izalrght."
Elias, the fabulous crimson mage of Lycia (though he truly belonged to the world) was sitting next to an open flame with a skull made out of some kind of red gem in his left hand. Above the fire was a large pot with a metal stand keeping it from being too close to the flame. One may question where he stores these things, that one may shut up. Inside the pot was stewing some sort of stew, meat and veggie. Easy to cook when on the road, though not exactly as glamorous as me might have liked. Still, the crimson gourmet would not be halted in his quest for unrivaled taste. Taste in all things, fashionable attire, skilled magics, and the best way to cook a dead animal.
He sat on the ground inside the mouth of ruins, one leg outstretched and the other brought close. In one hand he held his only friend, skelly the skull, the other pressed against the earth to keep his balance. Staring through the translucent skull, everything looking distorted and red. The sarcophogi and skulls that he found his dead friend weren't too far from him. If he so desired he could of maybe went deeper in, he still remembered the solution to this riddle because it infuriated him with it's simplicity. He didn't have Cecil's book, but that shouldn't matter. Elias was Elias, and he could find his way through without any help. He was so incredible that he surpassed the 800 years worth of treasure hunters that had been here prior easily.
Still, even as he rest in it's entrance, adorned with disturbing murals and super duper spooky skulls that were simply, if he may say 'too spooky' in fact he would go as far as to say they were three spooky, he didn't dare venture further. It didn't scare him, or atleast the skulls and labyrnth that awaited ahead did. It was... whatever was deeper. It absolutely rocked his world last time, and he just only barely recovered from it. It threatened to turn him into so drama llama who did nothing but cry about things all day long.
That reminded him, if her ever saw Wyatt again the first thing he'd do, aside from slapping him for destroying an entire city, would be apologize for dragging him into that drama that Elias mostly made up. Ralph too, but Ralph was kind of a jerk so he didn't feel too bad about that. Garnet too, but chances are he's some kind of bandit killing vigilante over in Ilia or something, and he'll never see him again. Which was a bummer because he was probably Elias' best friend outside of Skelly.
"Babadum, dee dee dum."
"Doo ba doo dum, ga ga goo gum."
He didn't think he'd run into anyone here, until recently there were demon dogs everywhere. The bandit population were probably scared out of their wits of this place. It was close to Etruria, which made his next step to getting there easier. It was funny, he keeps getting into Etruria via strange means and runs away every time. Hopefully this time he sticks around.
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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 Nov 9, 2012 23:52:12 GMT -6
The flickering flame was flickering near him like some kind of flickering flame thing, given suitable illumination even in this kinda dark cave. Or well not cave. What would you call this? It's more like some kind of Ruins entrance, but Elias wasn't in the business of spelunking as awesome as the name of the career may be. Are they all this decrepit and spooky ooky? It was like the entire room was made out of stones that they beat the crud out of so it looks as old as possible all rugged and jaggy. Deeper in it was a lot smoother though, so by all means this felt like some kind of cave. He poked the fire a bit, feeling a bit lonely. It wasn't like he could have a party or something, still as much as other people didn't love his company at times, he enjoyed having someone to talk to. Or rather how it is most times, talk near. They kind of ignored him, so it was no better then talking to skelly here. Still the company was nice.
There was a suddenly shifting in the area around him. A snapping twig, or a shaking bush or something, he forgot which cliché he was on now. Maybe it was an animal that smelled his food, or maybe it was a bandit who smelled his food, though there wasn't much difference between the two. Elias stood, his weapon poised in hand. "You better not come in here, I have a skull and I will use it!" Their comedy duo will leave you in stitches! There was truly no weapon more dangerous then comedy.
A shadow cast itself against the wall, long and dangerous. It invoked a deep, painful fear inside the mage. Slowly trotting inside the cave/ruins/tomb was a monster that defied description.
"Where have you been? Seriously, you are the worst horse ever. You disappear all the time and then only show up again when you're hungry or want something." Elias crossed his arms as the horse neared closer, a shameless neigh escaping as it smelled the air. Elias stared, or more accurately glared at the horse. "My feet are hurting you know. There's something wrong with that, I have a horse but he's too busy wandering around that I can't even ride him and have to walk everywhere!" He stopped his self short of throwing the skull at him. This wasn't skelly's fault, he shouldn't be punished for these transgressions.
The horse began to nudge Elias, making stupid horse noises as the mage stood there. Indignant. "You get nothing, laziest-horse-in-Elibe." The horse began to stare at him. "Hey! Ostia was a one time thing, you can't keep bringing that up!" It kept pushing at him with it's forehead, trying to push him back to the fire. "Ugh, fine. You win." Producing a carrot like magic, he held it out for the monster to devour. It vanished so quickly one might say it was disconcerting. He then grumpily stomped over and theatrically plopped down to the ground near the fire and stewing food. It may not be a person, but a horse is better then nothing.
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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 Nov 19, 2012 23:12:51 GMT -6
Shadows danced along the stony walls, it would of been some interesting mental commentary if Elias had paid it any attention. He was simply sitting there, drawn up into his self, his arms draped over his knees and pulling them tight as his cloak dragged along the ground. The flame probably didn't have anything interesting to say, but he stared at it intently. The quiet night echoing into his makeshift home for the night, not a single sound to distract him from the crackling of the flame as it greedily devoured the wood.
Not far from him was a sleeping beast, did horses snore? Elias thinks they snore. He was finished joking around with his skull, and it was stowed safely along with all of the other things the mage had. He didn't want to hear his own voice right now, as crazy as that sounded. He thought of it earlier, it was simply a passing thought, but with nothing to distract him his mind delved into it even deeper.
He was wrapping his cloak around him like some kind of blanket. Gripping his legs tighter, pulling them in closer. He really wished he had someone else to yell at him or something right now. Maybe to tell him that his cloak shouldn't be used as a blanket, or that his stew was awful and he should try harder, or that he was being an idiot for staying here. That was all he really wanted anyways, for someone to notice him.
It's been three years since he started traveling, and he was no closer to being a hero then when he started. When he left he had thought that everyone in Elibe would love him by now. Sure he got attention, people noticed him when he yelled and shouted, when he created situations that forces people to interact with him. Like traveling to Ostia just so happens so other people will come along, or making food for people so they need to pay attention to him until they get it, or inserting himself into someone else's journey so that they need to acknowledge his inclusion and existence. He could make a laundry list of people he's met. Mana, Wyatt, Garnet, Ralph, Cen, Irmo, Vander, Fran, Kyro, Marle, Arthis, all the people from Sacae, the people in Ilia, Big Red, Alice... But where were they all now?
He loved helping people, he loved the attention he got from it and he loved doing it to begin with. That's why he decided to take up healing, even if it wasn't 'usual' for mages, he could heal people and save lives. He loved all of that, and he wouldn't change it but... He just really wished he didn't have to travel alone all the time.
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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 Nov 25, 2012 21:48:35 GMT -6
His mind grumbled and groaned as he slowly slipped deeper down a slippery slope of depression and, no. No, you know what? Screw that. Screw all of this. This was dumb. Stupid stupid dumb and he wasn't doing it. He wouldn't even give it the thought it deserves, or doesn't deserve, whatever. He got to his feet, puffed out his cheeks like a petulant child, and glared at the stony walls. This was dumb, and it was all this dumb's place's fault and he was going to beat it up and make it cry for it's mother because it was sooo dumb.
"Horse! I am going forward! Are you coming with me, or am I going to have to drag you there somehow actually that would be hard because horses are quite heavy if I recall I mean you killed my grandpa after all you demons you god I hate horses." Crossing his arms and tapping his foot as he stared at the horse monster. The horse didn't even stir and it made him a bit frustrated. Still forget horse, he's a dumb. "Whatever" He sighed, looking around. "I'm going in. If I die drag my corpse out or something, I don't know what horses do. You're like dogs, right?" Shrugging he grumpily grumped.
Grumping his way over to the sarcophagus and the skulls that littered the ground like so many verdant children, or so the hippies liked to analogy to. Wait what did Verdant mean again? It was green, wasn't it! How could he say such spiteful language, now he felt dirty. Let's try that again. Skulls littered the ground like so many ivory children. That was better yes.
He began to look around, he lacked the fancy book that solved all the worlds problems and gave awesome massages or something he didn't know, but what he did have was his incredible genius smartness. Also a good memory. He searched through the skulls, looking for the one with the perfectly dumb mug to open the door they all looked exactly the same and skull like and why did they have to look the same you stupid magical research facility you are horrible and Elias hates you.
That little period of existential blah blah stupid had passed and Elias was feeling considerably more Elias-y, which was always a good thing. It was this stupid place and it's stupid bad memories and he was going to conquer it. They failed before, but he knew he could do it this time. His heart was steeled like it was made out of formica or some other steely like substance, maybe fluorite. He knew he could do it, he just knew it. Maybe it was his mammoth ego or the fact he was awesome, but this was going to go differently.
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Valorian
Sage
[M:-1030]
Where there is life, there is hope.
Posts: 484
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Post by Valorian on Dec 18, 2012 10:02:36 GMT -6
Valorian had pressed into the temple earlier in the day, and as such was quite surprised to hear the sounds of someone shuffling around in the room he'd just left. It had taken him a while to figure out how to open the last door, and it seemed they were having similar troubles.
He walked over to the door, able to see through it, but not able to open it from this side. He'd have to find a new way out. Well, he'd seen a lot of tunnels on his way here, perhaps there were a lot of different ways in and out of this maze. He pushed his eye closer to one of the cracks in the door, seeing a figure in red walking about the room.
[red]"You there. This door is sealed, I can try to get you through if you wish though."[/red] He offered to him, not introducing himself, or even engaging in any pleasantries. This man could be an enemy, an ally, or just another fool. Valorian had no way of knowing, but at the very least he was another truth seeker.
[red]"Hold still and try to relax."[/red] He said, focusing his new found power into the staff.
[red]Rescue[/red]
He felt a small orb of light shoot off of the staff and force it's way through the wall. Though he could not see it, it was heading straight for the Crimson Mage. To gather him up and return him to the staff, a powerful and rare magic to see.
Unless one was familiar with it being used on them.
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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 Dec 19, 2012 17:55:14 GMT -6
"I will defeat this door, don't you worry Mr. voice that I'm not entirely sure is real and might simply be me going crazy. Well crazy-er." Still it was awful polite for Mr disembodied-voice-being-muffled-by-the--ruin-walls to care about him. Maybe his radiance pierced through the heart of them ghosties and made them take pity on him, if so could you guys guide him to the right skull please? It would be oh so nice of your, he was kind of lost because there was like a billion and two and they all smelt like onions and it made his stomach feel a little sick because he hated onions, dark magic was the worst but it was everywhere especially in old places like this it was so stupid was everyone important in the past some kind of druid or something that was so dumb you don't find light ruins where everything is sparkly and stuff. How would a staff ruin look? Seriously, staves are like the forgotten child of magic that everyone abuses but no one cares abo-
OH SHOOT he was being summoned. He's been rescued before, several times actually and was familiar with the magic and if he wanted he could stop it like that and be all 'no don't teleport me you fool' and stuff. It was a intellectual quandary to be sure, whether to allow a possibly malignant force to extract him from such a undesirable locale or otherwise be otherwise stranded in such... a... Oh. While he was thinking about it he was teleported. Well crud.
"Heyo neighbor. Neato staff." He waved at the the green haired guyperson. "Expensive too, can't believe you'd use it on little ole me. I would of kicked that door's ass though if you hadn't done anything though." He put his hands on his hips looking at it. "Name's Elias, the Crimson Mage. Yes yes, I know what you're thinking, THAT Crimson Mage. I'm a pretty big deal." He waved it off with a large grin. "Thanks for the assist pal, I thought this place was abandoned and I was going crazy. I always told that old guy that someone would eventually figure out that door by the sheer property of trial and error. But nooo, I didn't understand' I didn't have' the book' that apparently could solve world hunger or something. I digress."
Extending a hand after his short rant, he looked kind of cheery. His prior dour mood being kicked to the curb by usual Crimson enthusiasm. "Nice to meet you, I'm happy to see a friendly face." Well he assumed it friendly, what with how he rescued him through the door and whatnot. If he wasn't, this just got awkward.
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Valorian
Sage
[M:-1030]
Where there is life, there is hope.
Posts: 484
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Post by Valorian on Dec 22, 2012 12:15:27 GMT -6
And the new mage came through the door, and then he began to talk.
And talk.
And talk some more. Valorian was a bit overwhelmed by the...friendly nature of this mystery mage. He was expecting apprehension, confusion, mistrust, but not this. He took in what the boy was saying, Elias, all right. At least he had a name. Wait...boy? He was only a few years younger then himself, he needed to stop acting like he was thirty or something. When Elias extended his right hand, Val let his staff rest on the wall for a moment to free up his right hand, grasping his.
[red]"Well met Elias. You certainly are full of fire."[/red] He commented, looking over the mage as he released his hand and looked over his shoulder, deeper into the crypt. [red]"I must admit, I did not fully expect to see anyone else here in pursuit of truth."[/red] He spoke, grabbing his staff as he stared into the darkness.
[red]"And while it may not be my right to ask, why do you seek the truth? Such a power contained here is very dangerous, if the stories are true. What we be so important that you have come to such lost methods to find?"[/red]
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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 Jan 4, 2013 19:26:48 GMT -6
"Seek the... truth?" Elias looked a bit confused. Befuddled really, like the guy was speaking in riddles because he basically was. Elias didn't hate riddles, he liked them in fact. Provided good mental exercise and kept the mind sharp, but he wasn't like that. No Elias was a bit more... direct. "You mean the Book of Scrying thing? Yeah I'm going for it. Unless there's anything else cool in this decrepit place in this middle of 'no man, tons of undead' land." He shrugged. You never know, there might be like a cool shriveled dead guy's hand that was all magical and stuff but you'd never think it because oh man totally gross that's like a dead guy's hand. Then again why someone would use an old shriveled hand to be a powerful magical thing is a question for the ages, because if you had to use a hand it might as well be an awesome one like Elias'. Elias had really nice hands.
Oh wait, that's right. "I'm here for that book, if that's what you're asking. I want it because... I'm not entirely sure. To prove a point maybe, to myself mostly. Maybe my dad. He was a jerk sometimes, but we spent a lot of time when I was younger searching for cool magical artifacts like this. Then again we did a lot of things we never finished... Also I wanted to show up that jerk with the friggen book. Sven or something. Was it Sven? It was probably something pretentious like that 'oh look at me my name is one letter from seven but I pronounce it SVEN" Oh well can't win them all, he was probably off on a date somewhere with that dumb book. He began to tap the side of his head, trying to remember, only to slump his shoulders and let out a languid laugh.
"Ah, sorry. I'm rambling. It's been a while since I've had anyone to talk to. No matter how little their interested in what I'm saying." He basically saluted with his fingers for whatever reason. "If you're asking if I have some grand plans for this book, not really. I don't even really want it for it itself. I just kind of want to get it to prove I can. I don't care all that much for the book itself. I mean I'm sure it's full of all kinds of awesome information that would revolutionize magic as far as we know and such, but that's not my thing. I'm more of a do by acting type then a do by sitting and reading. Also I'm not really the kind of guy who's interested on spying on people, feels kind of skeevy actually." He didn't need to see people not paying attention to him, he saw it more then enough with his eyes.
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Valorian
Sage
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Where there is life, there is hope.
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Post by Valorian on Jan 7, 2013 14:59:16 GMT -6
Valorian let him speak, for the most part uninterupted. So he wanted the power just to show he could do it. Was that just vanity? Then again, vanity was better then greed, which would be the other reason most would covet such a power.
[red]"I must admit, I did not expect someone looking for an ancient and forgotten power as out of the way as this is, who did not want to actually use it."[/red] He spoke, leading the way down the dark halls into the center of the earth. His staff glowed, providing a glow of light to navigate by, but as they progressed it seemed to flicker, as if it were being suppressed by some other kind of magic. [red]"You speak as if you've been here before. I can assume you failed to acquire it that time?"[/red] He questioned, quite curious as to what had forced this mage to retreat.
And as he continued down the path, he could swear the walls were whispering at him. Unintelligible, but unmistakable. There were words, hushed voices bouncing off of the walls, and it began to set him on edge. What sort of wards had been set here to protect this place from invaders?
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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 Jan 7, 2013 17:27:58 GMT -6
"Eh, I'm not really interested in 'ultimate power' that I didn't earn myself. To just read some book and "wallah you're awesome" is cool to think about but it's empty in the end. What's the point of power you didn't achieve on your own terms. In a way I think getting through this place would do more for me then any book." He shrugged, using his staff as a sort of walking stick. Taking a note from his magical companion, channeling the smallest bit of magic to the tip to let it's soft and subtle blue glow envelope the immediate area like a torch. "Eh maybe I can hock it for some cash." He added with a shrug. "Assuming you don't want it, which I doubt. Unlike me, you probably came here to get it. I just wanted someplace dry to sleep for the night. It's just so happen I was here before and decided to get revenge on this labyrinth that kicked me out before."
After the staves began to flicker and attack their only source of light, he pulled out a torch. An actual one this time, setting his staff on the wall and pulling out a bit of flint to start a fire. "Magical fire and light are gonna start petering out from here, so it's good to have a natural fire." He said offhandedly striking the flint and creating the spark of flames. "Anyways, yeah I was here before. I didn't just fail though, I got knocked out and was asleep for like a week it totally sucked. There was this dude with us that apparently had a book that had all the riddles and traps of this place solved and written inside and it made me mad but apparently it didn't matter because he never got anywhere anyways. Seems funny though, a book about how to find a book." As the flame light the halls with it's dancing lights of orange and gold, he grinned, strapping his staff onto his back along with his other. Luckily he was good at sowing, so these little notches to hold his staves weren't too hard to get.
"There's some crazy magic here. Spirits and junk. As we go in deeper, they'll totally mess you up. I mean I don't know what will happen to you, my colleagues all experienced it differently. For one person they saw a paradise, another a living hell. For me, it was just facing myself. In a way that was far worse then either." Gave him a nervous breakdown that ended with an entire nation falling into lava, he couldn't wait until this time showed up. "The worst part is you won't even realize it's happening. Easing you into it, and manipulating your memories until you don't even remember what you were doing." He let out a grumpy sigh that sounded a bit grumpier then he intended.
"Dunno why I'm even bothering warning you, you won't remember it." He laughed. "I probably would have died here if someone hadn't pulled me out by force. The man I was with was simply stronger then me. In arm and in will." He missed Garnet. It's been over a year now, he doubt that Garnet even remembered him. Elias remembered that lug though, closest thing he's ever had to a friend. Got kidnapped though. Or something. It was foggy and ill-defined and he was pretty sure he simply abandoned the mage. Oh well, his loss, Elias was awesome. "Still, I suppose... prepare yourself? Well that's not really possible now is it. Friggen illusions and crazy spirit magic."
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Valorian
Sage
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Where there is life, there is hope.
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Post by Valorian on Jan 8, 2013 15:22:38 GMT -6
Valorian chuckled slightly at Elias's words. [red]"The spirits had best be careful, my mind isn't a nice place to be."[/red] He finished darkly, the light from the staff flickering once more, before going dark. The only light came from behind him, where Elias held the torch aloft. Elias continued his warnings, and though Valorian heard them, he put little stock in them. Horrors, eh? Hah, like that was going to scare him. He'd seen more horrors and shades from his eyes then most people could even imagine.
[red]"Still, I suppose... prepare yourself? Well that's not really possible now is it. Friggen illusions and crazy spirit magic."[/red]
Silence for a few moments.
[red]"I mean, you're probably too strong to be effected by illusions of your worst fears and failings. Those would require you to have a conscience, right? After all, when you can warp from place to place, it isn't hard to run from every problem...and here you are trying to find something."[/red]
Val spun around, the fire dancing across the still and evil features of the mage. How...how did he know so much about him? He had to be a spy! Yes, of course! A spy sent by the Prophet to silence him! Well, he knew how to deal with enemies! In an instant, the form before him was immolated, a burning pyre where it once stood. He felt his breath come hard, but a certain sense of satisfaction overtook him as he looked upon it. A loud and cold laugh ripped through the tomb, however, as the figured made of fire seemed to throw back it's head with wild abandon.
[red]"Fire will burn and scorch. Seer flesh and bone, but it won't avail you against the shadows. For the brighter the flame, the larger the shadows that seek to consume you. Strike down everything in your path, but you won't find any peace. Just like always, a kid thinking he is a man."[/red] The flame figure's eyes glowed, burning into him as a tail of it flowed in the darkness, like a long patch of hair smouldering in the still wind.
[red]"You never really escaped it...the fear...the jealousy...the humiliation. You said you did, you lied to yourself, but you were never able to escape it. Say you are better all you want, say you are doing what is best. But all of this is because of you...thousands will die, by what was set into motion today. And you..you have caused it. You in your hiding, and in your fear to do what you knew was right, you have again caused the deaths of countless innocents. All brought on...by a single knife. In the hands of someone you trained."[/red]
No...No it couldn't be...her? She caused all of that? But no...she would never do something like that...
[red]"Wouldn't she? She never learned of morality or repercussions for her actions. You could have taught her, but you didn't. You chose the easy way, too afraid of being alone again...and then set her loose on the world. What did you imagine would happen?"[/red]
[red]"Show me..."[/red] He muttered. He needed to see, he needed to know what had happened. What was his fault, what was due to his failure.
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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.
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Post by Elias on Jan 13, 2013 7:51:01 GMT -6
"The spirits had best be careful, my mind isn't a nice place to be." The other mage, who never actually introduced himself, joked. Of course that wouldn't mean anything to the crazy crazies. He was certain that even if Hargus himself popped up in here he'd have crazy time with friggen spirit magics. "I don't think that much matters. Unless your mind has a bodyguard, in which case where did you get.... it...." Wait what? Where did he go? Elias never even looked away, but it was like the universe 'skipped' for a moment, like he jumped ahead a few pages in a book because some where stuck together. "Hey! Mage guy with staffs and green hair! Seriously you should of told me your name!" He shouted out but there was no answer, of course there wasn't there wasn't anyone there. There wasn't anyone there? Was there anyone there in the first place? Elias vaguely recalled the color green? Or, wait what did he? There was someone here? It all felt so fuzzy? Huh? Bu? W? W?a? ??Shaking his head, he really wanted to get rid of this nagging head ache. He didn't know what, but it felt like he had just forgotten something. The light of his torch staff flickered until he was locked in darkness. The walls empty blackness around him was almost swallowing him whole. He banged his staff with his spare han- wait wasn't he holding some spare hand desperately trying to get it to light up again. There was nothing, nothing at all. The light silenced, and the air cold. Almost freezing to the bone. How did he get here anyways? Every time he thought about it, it just made his head hurt. It was like he forgot... What did he forget? What was there to forget? Hasn't he just been like this forever? It hurt just to think, maybe it's better if he didn't. Huddled into his self, he let out a breath of freezing air. A plume of white smoke escaping his mouth and he trudged forward. Why was he He had been walking for as long as he could remember. The snow about his feet freezing his bare feet, feeling as though the entire world was devoid of any kind of warmth. Nothing but the sound of silence to comfort him, he had never met another being like himself for all his time existing. He was a mutant, a strange being in this world of dark. Something that didn't belong, and was better off not existing. He opened his mouth only for a raspy sound cry to come out. He couldn't speak. His mind could do nothing but think of the nothing that surrounded him. How long has he existed? What was time? It felt like he had forgotten something. Something important. Every time he tried to remember it, his mind shifted and shook, moving his goal somewhere else. Redirecting Changing Where was this place? This place he had spent his entire life walking? No, he was thinking something el It was lonely. This all felt so familiar. Like he was walking a path he had walked before. Had he simply been walking the same path his entire life? Wait... There was something off. His mind was shouting as loudly as it could. Get out of here! The cold winds bit at his bare body. How he hadn't died yet it a cruel joke of the world.
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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
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OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jan 19, 2013 12:39:57 GMT -6
This was wrong. Something isn't righ Dude. Seriously st You can't just ke Even as it felt like his mind was being purged of every single thought, there was this nagging sensation. Like someone trying to shout over a crowded room, only for their voice to die out. Someone? Where did that thought come from? There was no one here, nothing here but him. How could he even know that another living being was even a possible occurrence? Wait, no, that wasn't right. How did it go? The cold... Was it cold? No it was. It was freezing. The ice bit at his flesh and covered his body in a layer of frost. Still it couldn't silence the nagging in his mind, the voice that kept tellin An empty silence was all that accompanied him, his mind as blank as the day he was born, no point in thinking in a world without color. Stop censoring m{Click here for spoiler}Finally, a place I'm safe in. Something is completely messing with my head again, the only reason I realize it is because it's happened before. I prepared myself for this, but wow it's super hard even for someone as completely wonderful and awesome as me. At first I couldn't even realize it, but the harder it tried to censor and hide my true thoughts, the more obvious it became. I still can't remember everything, I just know this is all off. When was the last time he had seen anything worth thinking a single thought? It had been so long ago that it hurt to try to even remember, just as it hurt to even think about thinking. {Click here for spoiler}This whatever is really weird though. I can't really even understand what it's trying to say. I'm lonely? Is that it? Oh wow illusion, so spot on. Everyone gets lonely sometimes, apparently that's cause for making me have a giant crazy episode. Will it go away if I acknowledge what it's trying to say? That sounds like hopeful thinking, HAH hopeful thinking. I'm a riot. Alright then... I'm lonely, duh. I don't really have any friends, I suppose that's a failure. I don't get what the cold and ice and junk is supposed to symbolise, too deep for me. Maybe it's how I feel the world treats me? Or something. I can't really think of any good examples of when the world was particularly 'cold' to me. They aren't really cold, they just kind of ignore me. Unless that's what it means by cold, which is dumb. I mean, I am some magnificent wonderful person of incrediblosicity but that doesn't mean I need to get mad about how I'm not famous yet. I mean yes, when I was younger I thought I'd be famous a long time ago, but the reality is that becoming famous is a lot harder then it seems. Something was weird, the cold became just a little less unbearable to deal with. Like the icy world that took so much pleasure in torturing him was slowly starting to soften. Perhaps his torture wasn't the divine comedy it used to be? {Click here for spoiler}Oh hey! That seemed to work! Or, er, at least kind of work. Yes I suppose it is another failure of mine. Then again, not all failures are bad things. I mean if I did become famous, as awesome as I would be, it would of been kind of lame in a way. I would be famous just because, you know? It's better to become famous for a real reason, like helping people, or saving lives and what not. The best way to become famous is to not trying to do it. That's a lesson I learned the hard way. The cold had vanished, and replaced by a subtle warmth that felt like he was being held in the arms of the sun itself. It was so strange, so very strange, the life he lived to this point completely changing in what was less then the blink of an eye. All you ever do is lie, you know. You lie about everything.A voice rang through his mind, as if it was trying to force the grateful thoughts he had held out. You lie to people you know, people you don't know, and worst of all you lie to yourself.
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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
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Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jan 24, 2013 4:50:49 GMT -6
This sounded familiar. It all did. The silent man who had endured a life of nothing but solitude opened his mouth, but no noise came. His voice severed and silent against the raging winds. Incensed, he tried harder, violently straining a voice that did not exist. His throat pained from the words that would not come as he mocked the foundation of communication with his pitiful attempts to perform the simplest of actions, merely making a single noise, any thing that could put him over the dark voices that echoed in his mind, protruding into his thoughts as if they were his own. Mocking him, angering him. Whatever semblance of self awareness he possessed was deftly silenced by this new sound. Your parents were harsh on you, would you say? Obviously you would say something like that, for it is just another one of your lies. No more no less. You're famous and incredible? You can do no wrong? More figments of your out of control ego and delusions of grandeur. People are intimidated by you? They choose to avoid you, to avoid your annoyances, you just lie and say otherwise. Those people who left, it wasn't because of any sort of circumstance, they just didn't want to be around you, and you're just lying to yourself when you think otherwise. That's all you are, after all. A liar. It was growing louder, harder to drown out. The words reverberated in his very soul, striking him in the bNow you listen right here! Yeah! I'm talking to you Mr. High and Mighty voice that puts thoughts into my, wait a moment. There that's better. That puts thoughts into my head that are clearly not my own! Of course I lie, who in their right mind has never lied? I mean I'm sure there's some goody two shoes out there that is all 'shame shame Elias how dare you even imply such a thing I'm pure and blah blah I taste like sawdust I'm so bland' but they don't count because they're not real people. I lie, is that all you have to say? I mean you said the SAME THING last time, and while I admit you got my goat and took it to the proverbial farm where you raised my goat to a ripe old age, making much off of it's delicious milk before taking it to some metaphorical slaughterhouse to make a nice Gyro or something, it really isn't going to work this time. I've come to terms with it. You simply make up stories, so you seem more interesting. You like to imagine you are grand at things you've never done, and worse still you believe yourse Who cares if I tell stories to make people like me? Is it really such a crime to want people to like me? I mean come on. I've confronted myself over this, I've stopped pretending to be something I'm not, I've confronted what demons I had and learned they were just children in costumes. My parents weren't attentive, but they were never cruel. I may not be great at everything, but I'll never know until I try, and if I can't believe in myself then what's the point in bothering? Maybe I annoy people, but honestly if those people can't like me for who I am, all the annoying crap included, they really weren't my friends in the first place. Even if I don't have any friends now, that doesn't make me a bad person, nor should I feel ashamed like you're trying to do with this incredibly shallow 'I'm so lonely feel bad for me' crap! You're making me out to be like a million times more pathetic then I really am. Also seriously, I just dealt with the 'I'm not famous' thing, that was the whole stupid 'I have no blanket and I'm so cold' thing. I have so many issues, do you really need to rehash them? ... Oh what's that? Bummed out that I don't have to hide in the pockets of my mind anymore? Well that's because you're a dumb and suck at making me feel bad for myself. Admit it, you don't have a thing on me. But what of your mission?M-my mission? My... My mission. Mission. Mission. The words rolled over and over again on the tip of my tongue. Tainting me, restraining me. This word, this simple word had become my prison. My mission. The word had grown so faint, so alien, yet it held such a deep seated power against him. It made him weak, unable to even move as the weight of it all slowly descended down upon him, putting more and more pressure on his frail form until it simply shatters. His mission... That was... Tell me, what was your mission.It was what felt like years ago, and he never knew any better. An Illian man, was he a general or did Elias just make him that in his mind? It was such a lofty goal, unattainable. He had never known better, at the time he seriously thought he could do it. It took him across Elibe, from the plains of bern to the icy reaches of Ilia. Across the grand seas into the ports of Etruria. He didn't follow his mission though, even as he bragged of it. His mission was simple, but impossible in it's simplicity. He was to assassinate the Prophet. Of course, they never planned for him to accomplish such a thing, they probably even doubted he'd make it to Etruria. His purpose wasn't to succeed, no just the opposite. He was to fail. In his failure, he would shine damming evidence of a plot to kill the Prophet. A plot hatched up by this commander, but shifted as to make it look like the Bernese rebels had planned it. This was long ago, before they garnered the steam to be a real force. This commander must have had great foresight, hoping this failure of a plan would bring the rebellion into a sour light amongst the Etrurians. Ridding the Rebellion of any hope at allies, and in fact possibly bringing the hammer of the inquisitional army upon them, silencing the Rebellion before it even had a voice. There was one key error in this plan, however. Elias was a coward. He ran, he ran from Etruria. Lying to his self all the while, it was unavoidable he would say. Garnet did it for him, he complained. His mission was to fail and die, but in doing so perhaps saving lives. But you didn't. You failed. You ran and hid, the Rebellion has only grown stronger in this time. If you had carried out your mission, perhaps you could have helped put an end to it while it was merely a seed, but to try and kill it now would be to try and move a tree. You failed, you lied, you hid. Now the rebellion has caused nothing but chaos. It has even hurt those you know, injured someone you call friend.Was that... Wyatt? He was alive! There was Manners! But... but... he looked so tired. So pained, as if breathing itself brought him nothing but more anguish. A vicious dragon roared as his thunderous breath surged through his entire body, causing him unending and agonizing pain. Causing his very body to twitch unnaturally, it made Elias sick to his stomach. This attack was caused by the Rebellion. If not for them, your friend would not be in such pain. Your mistakes have brought nothing but pain in others, your cowardice not only marred your life but affected the lives of others and brought them more misery they they could bear.That wasn't... this wasn't true. Even if he... Even if he did carry out his mission, it would have changed nothing. All that would have happened... is his death. He knew that, but... It was so painful to watch the scene play over and over and over.
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