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Post by Zeffa! on May 8, 2007 13:35:57 GMT -8
An elven adolescent wandered into the field between Annie's farm and the Emporium, an ivory tube under one arm, the other holding a staff with wing-like ornaments on top. He had striking blonde hair about waist length, silky and straight. It was kept out of his glittering green eyes by a thin twist crown made of fine silvery metals, and inlaid with a small, pearl-sized sapphire. He wore light boots, and white breeches, and a gold-colored tunic beneath the blue and green open robes. The strangest thing about this young elf was the tiger-like tail that crept out from under the robe.
Selecting a spot by a fallen log, he sat down and opened the ivory case, taking a few papers out and studying them for a moment. Today was a nice day to practice magic, it was bright and sunny, no rain clouds to ruin scrolls, and the tavern and dark's house were upwind, so they wouldn't smell the cinders should he accidentally set fire to anything important. That'd at least give him enough time to either put it out, or find an invisibility scroll...
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 8, 2007 21:08:05 GMT -8
"Hey there, little boy!" Though he was now taller than she, Chyenne had not been able to get out of the habit of calling the elf boy by any other title... besides that of Aramil, which was no longer suitable, according to Dark. And anything Dark says goes. The little dryad skipped up to him, her red curls bouncing along with her. "Are you going to be practicing again? I enjoy watching you work; you keep getting better. Dark keeps telling me how proud she is of you." She sat down next to him, hugging her ever-so-slightly green-tinged knees and looking at the elf with her huge emerald eyes. "I think you've been doing a great job." Looking at the scrolls that the elf once called Aramil produced, she asked, "So, what will you be working on today?"
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Post by Zeffa! on May 9, 2007 13:41:10 GMT -8
"Hello Chyenne," (( I haven't come up with a name yet, so I'll keep it: )) Aramil replied with a laugh, enjoying the barrage of compliments and confidence. "I 'found' a few of Dark's scrolls, so I figure I'd see how they worked, and.. maybe copy them down myself," he replied with a smile, tossing his staff to the grass as he picked up one of the papers. "It's getting easier to read her script... Chyenne, do you know much about magic?" he asked, sitting down with his back against the log to eye the treated parchment carefully.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 9, 2007 14:17:12 GMT -8
Chyenne had looked slightly worried at the sound of Aramil "finding" Dark's personal belongings about magic, but she promptly ignored her discomfort when he spoke to her. "I know a bit. Who does not know about it after being around Dark for so long? I know more about sorcery than I do about magic, though." She looked at him. "You're really lucky; people would kill to have Dark Beauty as their teacher. She's mastered magic, sorcery, wizardry, and she's very skilled with alchemy."
((Just in case you're wondering: Magic = powders, potions Sorcery = Will and Word by manipulating natural energy with your will power Wizardry = Verbal spells and wands))
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Post by Zeffa! on May 9, 2007 21:47:02 GMT -8
Aramil smiled, looking up at the sky. "Yeah.. Guess I'm pretty lucky. I don't quite remember how this all came about, but it sure is working well for me. With any luck I'll have mastered wizardry in no time," he said with humor in his tone. Aramil definitly had talent for both fields of sorcery and wizardry, but due to his concentration issues (which he's been improving at thank you very much!), he tended to lean on sorcery as a crutch for his magic now and then.
"I really need to work on my magic.. so I'm trying to throw in a little extra practice.. I think this one is an abjuration scroll.. something about a tiny hut... or a shield. Care to test it out? Abjurations usually aren't harmful," Aramil asked, grinning to Chyenne.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 10, 2007 7:21:41 GMT -8
Chyenne peered at the runes on the scroll, squinting, as if that would help her read Dark Beauty's beautiful handwriting. She shrugged when it did not work. "I guess so, but I think before you do you should figure out exactly what it does."
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Post by Zeffa! on May 20, 2007 11:50:33 GMT -8
But already he had begun casting the spell, simply reading each syllable, and finding out along the way how it turned out. The piece of treated parchment floated in front of his face as both his arms began weaving themselves in intricate patterns, strands of light making sigils in the ai, which emenated from his fingertips. Apbuptly, the spell ended with a flash, and before them, where once was a blank spot of field, sat a cozy looking cottage. "..Oh.. That's what it meant. Neat..." he remarked with a satisfied smile. He peered at the parchement, grabbing it from the air aefully, seeing the ink fade away. "I hope i got the furnishings right.."
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 20, 2007 11:53:42 GMT -8
Chyenne's eyes widened in absolute amazement. "Wow... you HAVE been getting better!" She got up and skipped over to the cottage. "Is it real?"
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Post by Zeffa! on May 23, 2007 20:02:34 GMT -8
"Umm.. Should be," Aramil replied tentativly. He really had little to no idea how the spell had worked, but he slowly began to piece things together. Reverse engineering... except this is spellcraft. Thank goodness it wasn't a fireball. "I wonder if it's permenant.. do you think they'd notice it..?" he asked, looking through the other scrolls he had aquired.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 23, 2007 20:10:38 GMT -8
Chyenne reached out with a small hand and touched the side of the log hut. It was solid enough. "Wow! This is amazing, Aramil! It feels absolutely real... I wonder..." She skipped about to the front door and opened it, walking inside. She reappeared with the look of an excited three-year-old on her face and clapping her hands. "Oh, Aramil, it's so kiiiiiuuuuute! It is a perfect little cottage! Hey, maybe Dark will let you move in; if you can't make it go away, that is."
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Post by Zeffa! on May 26, 2007 9:36:47 GMT -8
"I.. it should go away though...right? I mean, most spells do," he replied, running a hand nervously through his much longer blonde hair. "Hrm.. let's look for something to get rid of it.. a dispel magic or.. or something.. " he said with haste, rather hoping not to be subject to a scolding today. "Maybe this will work," he said, pulling out another scroll and reading. "No...I might have to wing a dispel magic..."
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 26, 2007 9:40:53 GMT -8
Chyenne, too amazed at Aramil's last feat to really take in what he said, replied with an enthusiastic, "Okay!" and ran over to him.
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Post by Zeffa! on May 26, 2007 9:50:42 GMT -8
He closed his eyes, and concentrated, and began chanting, doing a display with his hands of very practiced movements. After about 5 seconds of this, he broke the chant with one syllable: "Oops." He grabbed Cheyenne's hand, and ran directly backwards as fast as he could, pulling her with him. A star appeared in the bright afternoon sky... And got bigger, as it descended at high speeds toward the cottage, crashing through it's thatched roof ceiling as if it were.. well.. made of straw. Aramil lept to the ground, pulling Cheyenne with him to protect her from the blast, as debris flew from the explosion. Once the din stopped, the elf youth took a look at Cheyenne and smiled sheepishly.. "Uh.. that..was comet.. I mixed'm up.."
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 26, 2007 9:58:05 GMT -8
Chyenne's emerald eyes were wide as saucers and she shook violently. "Yeah... yeah, you did."
"What on earth was that?" The voice of Dark Beauty could be heard just as her delicate form appeared in the doorway of the Good Times Tavern. She looked about, and took in every detail. Aramil's sheepish look, Chyenne's absoulte terror, and a gigantic crater. She exited the tavern almost in a calm manner and walked toward the two. When she reached them, she folded her arms and looked down at them. "Alright. What did you do, Aramil?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Jun 9, 2007 22:19:40 GMT -8
"Nothing... um.. harmful," said the elf who stood before the smoking crater filled with the ruins of a small cabin. He looked behind him, scratching the back of his head... "Just practicing spellcasting."
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