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Post by Mizagium on Apr 25, 2011 17:28:09 GMT -5
Yolanda skipped after Nick and the invisible Team Friendship. Cedric shrugged and followed his niece, just glad to be on the move again. Adden and Torran sighed and followed as well, Torran foaming at the nonexistent mouth slightly.
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Post by Mizagium on May 6, 2011 15:19:22 GMT -5
Tristezza stopped suddenly in his tracks, so that Jin nearly tripped over him. "I remember this place!" He glanced around just to be sure. "We're at Central Park. How in the hell did we get here? I guess it doesn't matter. My uncle's place is nowhere near here, but I remember how to get there from here. Come on."
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Meanwhile in Boston, noon approached. And Crysta and Stella were getting hungry. Stella was going to ask Izzy for a lunch break, but Crysta stopped her.
"He'll probably get angry or something."
"I don't care. He can blow it out his - "
"But he has your soul, Sparks."
Stella relented. "Yeah...fine. Would you run out and get something? He doesn't own you, and I don't really think he cares what you do."
"Ok! Be back in a jiffy!" The wannabe hippie bolted out the door.
"Jiffy," Stella muttered to herself. "Who says that anymore? Honestly."
But Crysta didn't go right to a fast food place; instead she detoured and took the long way around the block, heading for Jones' Jewelers. The bell over the door chimed as she entered. A young man about her age looked up from his sweeping.
"Crysta? What are you doing here?"
"Hello, Asher. I'm here to see - " she cut off when she saw the aura around him. Ever since her encounter with Izzy's black aura, her awareness seemed to have heightened, and it came without her calling it now. She had never noticed before, but Asher had an aura much like Sparks', except...
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Your aura...its...like a rainbow."
Asher narrowed his eyes. "Aura? What the hell are you...?"
"She's a Soul Mage, Asher," said Mr. Jones from behind the counter, having just appeared from the back room. "Or at least the potential to become one. She sees the color of your soul. It seems you have a pretty soul."
His face flushed. "Sh-shut up, old man!"
Jones chuckled. "If you don't mind, Asher, I'd like to speak to Crysta alone."
"Right. I get it." Asher locked the front door and turned the OPEN sign to CLOSED. "I'll be in the back." His form wavered, turned transparent and disappeared altogether in a blast of lukewarm air. Crysta caught the broom before it fell.
"He's a unique one, got a touch of Illusion magic along with his Elementalism," Mr. Jones asked her unspoken question. "There's a lot more of us in this world than you know, Crysta, but many mages forget their heritage when they cross over from Mundas Magica to Mundas Veritas - to Earth."
"Mundas Magica...there's a world of mages?"
"Yes. I've never been, myself, but my father said it was lovely. A shame he fell for a young Veritan - my mother - and never went back. Although, I wouldn't be here if that weren't the case, so I suppose I can't be too angry with him. But enough about me; we're here about Stella."
"What do you know?"
Jones furrowed his brow. "I know that man - Izzy, I believe he calls himself - has her soul. He's a powerful Soul Mage, I think, or at least powerful with soul-stealing spells."
Crysta slumped against the counter. "We need to help her, Mr. Jones. But I don't know what to do."
Jones considered her for a minute. "I might have a way." He produced from his pocket, a case like one might put a ring in. "Now bear with me, Crysta, I'm about to throw a lot of information at you and it's important that you remember as much as you can. Ready?"
She steeled herself. "Ready."
"My father was an Earth mage, one who specializes in magic based on rocks and the like. Most particular was his skill with crystals, a rare form of Earth magic. He emigrated here for reasons he never disclosed to me and married my mother, a Veritan - a person with no magic - and never returned. When I was a boy, he told me stories of his homeland. In particular, he told me of the barren land of Nostia. The place was ravaged long ago in a war between powerful magi. Nothing but ghosts of the past haunt the land now. At the center of the desolation is a large crystal brimming with magic. This is the Soulcatcher, a magi weapon crafted long ago to suck the very souls out of the enemy force. No one mage could use it - it took a team of the most powerful Soul mages just to activate a small amount of its power. But it backfired, and destroyed the army who activated it.
"Now, crystal have a unique property of holding magic that is pumped into them. The Soulcatcher is no different. A extraordinary amount of magic was infused in it long ago which was never released. It sits there, brimming with soul magic. He studied the crystal, published several theses on its structure and workings, but in the end gave up his research to live here. As part of his research, he was allowed to break a small piece off to study. He kept this piece and passed it to me."
He opened the case, revealing a shard of aqua-blue crystal, no larger than a cherry pit. "This is that shard. On its own, it does not have enough power to do much of anything, but if you unleash your latent abilities, you can use it to reclaim Stella's soul from Izzy."
Crysta's eyes lit up. "Really? But won't it turn on me like it did the army who used it?"
"No," Jones shook his head. "The magi who first use it were arrogant and did not respect what they had created. You must understand that this magic is not merely a tool: it is a force that can only be directed, not controlled. It sounds paradoxical, but knowing that what you have is not under your control creates a certain respect for - "
"Is it alive?"
Jones hesitated. "Some...think that magic has a mind of its own. The more of that gathers in one place, the more this seems to be the case. Alive? Perhaps not the best term. Aware? Maybe. Soul magic is the most virulent of them all."
Stella reached out and touched the shard of the Soulcatcher tentatively. Before she even made contact with the crystal, she cold feel the roiling energy within. It made her afraid.
"You must not be afraid of it. But you must not think yourself dominant. Direct it, do not order it. Ask, do not command." He shut the case and presented it to her. "I'm afraid I know very little of the mystic arts, and what I do is only theoretical. My father's library may be of more help. Although he was an Earth Mage, he wrote extensively on Soul Magic and the Soulcatcher."
Crysta held the case tightly. "This isn't going to be a quick fix, is it?"
"No, I don't think so. Izzy isn't going anywhere soon, but that gives us time to prepare. You are already familiar with your own powers, but what you now possess it way beyond that. You need to - "
"I understand, Mr. Jones." Crysta tucked the shard into her bag and inclined her head. "I'll come back tonight and do some studying, but right now I have to get lunch for Stella and myself." She turned and opened the door before he had time to respond. "Thank you!"
Jones watched after her, uncertain. "Asher, I thought you locked the door?"
"Did I?" came a call from the back room. "Guess that old door needs a touch up again.
"How much did you hear?"
"Just about all of it."
"I thought so. Can you put one of your Wind Clones after her?"
"Already done."
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Post by Myrdraxxis on May 9, 2011 21:25:28 GMT -5
Ethan followed the others, wearing a bemused look on his face. Every so often he would glance around at the other citizens that they passed in the streets.
'At least no one's calling the cops yet.' he mentally sighed. Ever since coming back to this city he had felt...something. Something was off and he couldn't really describe it. The city seemed to be a bit...thicker. Like the air was more oppressive. Wordlessly he glanced at the twins. Ikarus glanced back, his face grim...well, grimmer. He obviously felt it as well.
"We should be careful." he said aloud. "Something is off about this place."
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"Markis Ibrahim?" the boy nearly jumped, spinning around to face whoever had said his name. It was almost time for the dining hall to close and he was eager to get some food after the day's "lecture". Blood magic tended to be taxing on one's strength. Today especially, since Qwaser was teaching them sacrificial rituals. Markis hoped that the school masters wouldn't noticed the missing students for a while.
"Can I...help...you?" he trailed, eying the man. At least, Markis thought it was a man. The figure was small enough to be his age, yet the darkness of the man's hooded face could only be described as something unnatural.
"Come with me." was his answer. Markis took a step back. They were near the main hall, which was probably how this guy had gotten in. But why was he here? Markis; left hand reached for the pistol strapped under his coat.
"Excuse me?" he asked, trying to draw attention from his movement. "Sir, visiting hours are over for the day. If you need to speak with the Dean, his office is-"
"You play with powers beyond your control, boy." The Mage snarled. The lights flickered. "Give me the book."
That did it. Markis felt his blood freeze and almost didn't notice as he whipped the gun out and fired two shots into the man's face. He spun around and took off down the hall.
The Mage stood there for a long moment. Two bullets hovered in the air in front of his face. He cast them aside and took off after his quarry.
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Post by Mizagium on May 10, 2011 20:42:46 GMT -5
Torran was practically foaming at the mouth and making wild hand gestures, vaguely indicating the massive crater by the Empire State Building. Something is off about this place indeed. Adden gently pushed the Shade along, wondering exactly where along this journey had he had simply accepted the crazy things happening and the torch of Only Sane Man passed to Torran.
"Can you sense Jin, Ethan?" the summoner asked.
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Post by Monika on May 10, 2011 22:27:05 GMT -5
"Excellent. Let's make this as quick a journey as possible." Jin replied. If this takes any longer, I might have to resort to magic to get rid of my guests... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"I think I do..." Shadow Ella replied, shuddering slightly. An overwhelming feeling of despair swept over her the more they traveled. "Gotta press on..." she muttered.
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Post by Mizagium on May 11, 2011 17:00:23 GMT -5
After a bit more walking in the storm, Tris lead Jin to a building that didn't really stand out from those packed around it, except that it looked nicer. ((LOL CAN YOU TELL I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT NYC)) "This is his home, Jin. Er, well, he lives here." Inside the two got some serious looks from the desk people. Well, mostly Jin. "Wait here." Tris spoke with the lady for a few minutes before coming back to Jin. "My Uncle's on the eighth floor. He's expecting us now."
The ride up on the elevator was as awkward as any other ride, even though it was just the two of them. When the door opened, there stood a balding, middle-aged Italian man with a grin. "Hello, Tristezza. It's been a while."
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Post by Monika on May 11, 2011 17:09:10 GMT -5
"Why were those people staring at me?" Jin whispered, slightly annoyed. "I even went through the trouble of...borrowing these normal clothes." Jin withdrew the Spirit Mirror from his pocket and muttered something to switch it to 'Actual Mirror' mode. He stared at his reflection for a few seconds, looking at his stolen blue jeans and stolen 'I Hate Japan' T-shirt. Jin sighed. "I thought I was doing a fairly nice job of fitting in."
Jin shook his head to get the less important thoughts out of it and laughed. "So this is the famous Uncle Mario?"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on May 11, 2011 17:09:16 GMT -5
"We're close." Ethan frowned. "To answer your question Adden, yes I can sense him...but that's...not what feels wrong about this place." Ethan said, really having no better explanation.
"Be on guard." Ikarus warned.
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"damnit! WHat the hell is going on!" Markis gritted his teeth as he ran through the halls, passing surprised students and faculty.
"No running in the halls!" a teacher yelled, but Markis ignored him. He needed to find Qwaser. Fast. He turned a corner...and came to a halt. The Mage stood there, arms crossed.
"Enough of this." He growled. Markis took a step bakward, but then found that suddenly he could not move. He glanced down and saw a faint blue glow around his legs.
"I didn't even see him cast it!" the boy thought in panic. Thig guy...he could cast magic with just a thought!
"I tere of this hunt, boy. Give me the book!" The Mage ordered. Markis swallowed, trying to look away from the ominous maw that was the Mage's face.
Suddenly the air in between the two exploded red. Markis suddenly fell to the ground, the spell broken. The Mage stumbled backwards in surprise.
"Markis, get back!" Markis recognized Qwaser's voice and quickly dove to the side. The Shade marched down the hall, chanting words under his breath. The air wavered. The Mage growed.
"This isn't over, Blood Mages." With that he waved a hand and disappeared into nothing. Qwaser ceased chanting.
"Are you well?" Qwaser asked. Markis nodded slowly.
"He wanted my book." Markis said. Qwaser cocked his head to one side curiously.
"Interesting. We will have to be careful in the future. Something about that man was...off. COme, we should leave before the faculty arrive." Markis nodded and the two quickly disappeared to a different part of the school.
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Post by Mizagium on May 12, 2011 12:22:02 GMT -5
Adden and Torran (who was no longer having a seizure) nodded, keeping their respective magics on standby. Yolanda, however, was staring up at the towering buildings.
"Wow! This is amazing! Nothing Sofia said even came CLOSE to describing this place!"
Cedric shrugged. "It's not that great. Now, if they were made of SAND, then I would be impressed.
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Mario frowned at Jin. "And...who is this?"
"Uncle, this is Jin Raishak. He's...a...he's from...Jin, why don't you handle this?"
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Post by Monika on May 12, 2011 22:18:21 GMT -5
"I am Jin Raishak, a sorcerer from Mundus Magica." Jin bowed slightly and extended his hand. "I'd be more tactful and secretive in my introduction, but since the attendant downstairs said you were expecting us, I assume you are quite familiar with what has happened to Tristezza recently and how any Veritan device could not possibly be responsible for it." Perhaps I could be a detective sorcerer someday... Jin chuckled silently to himself.
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Post by Mizagium on May 14, 2011 22:32:44 GMT -5
"Yeah, I have." Mario put hsi hands on Tris's shoulders. "I heard about your family, Tris. I'm sorry."
Ever since he met Jin, Tris had done his best to put those memories away. The pain flooded back so fast that he didn't have time to fortify himself against the tears, and he fell into Mario's fatherly embrace.
"Uncle - "
"Easy, Tris."
"I killed them, Uncle. It was me - my magic - frozen to death. Mother, father...dead."
"I always told your father not to keep your magic from you." Mario sighed and shook his head. "But he didnt' listen. He wanted you to be normal."
Tris pulled away suddenly. "What? My father knew about my magic?"
"Of course. The Ghiacco family is a powerful magic clan in Mundas Veritas. Your father was the odd one out - never had much talent for the art - and then he married a Veritan woman...I thought the talent had died with him"
Tris's tears dried up quickly. Suddenly, something Jin's introduction seemed strange. Mario hadn't reacted at all to the fact of Jin being a sorcerer. "Uncle...then you're a mage, aren't you?"
Mario raised an eyebrow, amused. "Just arriving at the station, eh? What did you think I meant when I told you all those years ago that you could come to me? It was the magic, boy. My brother...either he didn't know, or he suppressed it - and look what happened." Mario threw his hands in the air and started pacing the apartment. "I knew something like this might happen - magic tends to do that if it isn't handled properly - and you're waaay past puberty. I knew if I didn't do something quickly, then your powers would be sealed forever. But I never imagined it would - " He cut off, suddenly horrified at what he had just said.
"Uncle...did you want this to happen? Did you make this happen?" Anger and confusion fought inside Tris and he clutched at the amulet - and felt something. Power. Magic. "Uncle. Is this amulet....magic?"
"Yes."
"You gave it to me so that it would awaken my magic, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"And because of it, I killed my family."
Mario sneered. "They weren't family - not Ghiaccos anyway. Not even your father. But you, Tristezza, you are a true Ghiacco." He reached for his nephew but pulled his hand away like he was shocked. The air around Tris had dropped to freezing.
"THAT WAS MY FAMILY!" The icy wind filled the apartment, covering everything in a layer of frost. "YOU MADE ME KILL THEM." The temperature dropped even more and the frost turned to ice. "They froze to death because of me - now you'll suffer the same fate!" The air became a blizzard suddenly, the sudden wind threw Tris and Jin back into the elevator. Tris hit the button for the ground floor. When they reached the lobby, Tris stormed out, frost collecting with each footprint.
"Let's get out of here, Jin."
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Before Krysta reached Izzy's shop, she ducked into an alley and pulled out the Shard. She didn't have time to waste - Spark's soul was being held captive. If she didnt' do something soon, Izzy might find out what she was up to. She had one shot and she was going to take it.
Shard in hand, she entered the shop.
"Krysta?" Stella looked up from a stack of boxes. "What took you so long? Where's the food?"
Kyrsta smiled. "Don't worry, Sparks: I'm going to save you."
"What - ?"
Krysta opened up her perception, like she had done in order to see the ghosts, and let her magic fill the Soulcatcher shard - and the Soulcatcher filled her. She became a vacuum, sucking in all soul magic in the building. She focused on Stella's soul that was confined with Izzy and grabbed Stella's arm, funneling the soul through her and into the proper host.
Stella tore away but felt complete again. "You did it, Krysta! Come on, let's get out of here...Krysta?"
But Krysta couldn't turn off the soul vacuum. All of the souls in the building - all of the ghosts - were pulled into Krysta, more than anyone could hold onto at one time. The Soulcatcher shard became embedded in her hand.
But she was no longer Krysta. She was an extension of the Soulcatcher now, and the shard had only one goal: return to the full Soulcatcher in Nostia. In Mundas Magica. Very calmly, she exited the door.
"Wait!" Stella made to grab her friend, but she smacked the hand away. "Krysta, what the hell is going on?"
"We are no longer Krysta alone. We are Legion. We are many."
Stella watched, confused, as her friend levitated off the ground - and vanished.
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The Asher clone that had been watching from a distance dissipated in a puff of hot air filling the real Asher with the memories.
"Mr. Jones...it's bad."
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Post by Myrdraxxis on May 14, 2011 23:10:22 GMT -5
The shop was silent for a long time. An ominous silence. A silence that was broken by the sound of a slow, dreadful clapping.
Izzy stepped out of one of the many shadowy corners of the shop, clapping daintily. There was a smile on his face, revealing fanged teeth. But his eyes were cold, showing no amusement as they narrowed in on Stella.
"I must admit, I was wondering what sort of plan you would come up with to try and steal your freedom back. I'm even more impressed that it worked. And in the process you managed to utterly turn your friend into a host for the legion of souls that I had here in this shop! It's a wonder she was able to get her hands on that shard at all. Truly a good show. Excellently done." his voice dripped with sarcasm; it was almost physically apparent. He stopped clapping.
"But..." he said. Suddenly he was across the room, holding Stella by the throat in a vice-like grip. "You stole the power supply of my shop. You stole from me, girl. I would like you to tell me why I shouldn't snap your neck right here." he snarled.
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Post by Monika on May 14, 2011 23:25:14 GMT -5
Instinctively, Jin's hands burst into flames and became clenched in rage. Tristezza's story struck too close to home; Jin had lost his own family and friends due to the interference of a particularly manipulative mage many years before and had never been the same. With a deep breath, Jin opened his palms and dispelled the hellfire swirling around them.
Jin turned to Tristezza and placed his hands on the young boy's shoulders in a fatherly like manner. "I just want you to know, Tris..." he began. "...You did the right thing in ending the life of that poor, pathetic excuse for a man. I, too, have endured much suffering at the hands of a manipulative sorcerer, hell bent on increasing my power for his own selfish reasons, regardless of the cost. My own family paid the price for that..." Jin sighed and shook his head in what seemed to be pity and a rare display of sadness before continuing.
A stern look appeared on his face as he said "But it's not just the sorcerers, Tristezza. The normal mortals, the Veritans, too. They do not possess magical powers, as you know, which predisposes them to the inability to understand these powers. This leads to fear, which in turn leads to anger, until at last they desire nothing more than our destruction, the death of all mages in the world. Even as we speak, I'm sure police are on their way here with the intent to find, question and imprison you, if not worse. While other sorcerers will try to abuse you because they understand your power, Veritans will try to kill you because they can't.
With another deep breath and sigh, Jin moved on. "I tell you all of this to say that I have done things some may consider to be wrong, Tristezza. I have killed many people, out of anger, out of defense, but primarily out of the desire to transform this world into something great - a world for we mages who can not only understand each other, but can care for one another enough not to use other lost sorcerers for our own ends." Jin removed his hands from Tristezza's shoulders and extended one for a handshake. "Knowing all of this, all that I have done, I must ask if you still wish to follow me as an apprentice. Rest assured, I will not pressure you to stay with me, and I will not come after you if you leave. Just know that I have no intention of abandoning my end goal of transforming this world into one for all the lost mages out there, and that I will relentlessly pursue it for days to come."
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Post by Mizagium on May 14, 2011 23:34:47 GMT -5
"You're right, Jin. My uncle, the one person I know who could have helped me understand this power...he betrayed me. And the police - no, all of the Veritans - they won't understand this. I don't know how much of this would you know, but we aren't exactly a tolerant race." He fought back tears of anger, confusion, and sorrow. "So I'll stay with you. I'll you make this world tolerant of mages - and you'll help me control my magic. I'll be your apprentice, Jin, although I'm probably way to old for this. Teach me to be a mage, and I'll help you reshape the world."
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Stella choked through Izzy's grip. "It's not my fault - she didn't tell me about what she was doing!" She tried to inhale, but failed. "I'll help you! Just - let me go!"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on May 14, 2011 23:40:42 GMT -5
Izzy stared at her for a long moment, as if contemplating whether or not to follow through on his threat, before releasing the girl. "Get up." He spat, turning and walking over to the store counter. He rummaged around for a long moment before returning with a fairly large backpack. He tossed it at Stella's feet.
"You'd best be packing. I have decided that you still have some worth in you. You're going to get back my spirits." Izzy's tone left no room for argument.
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Post by Mizagium on May 15, 2011 21:23:29 GMT -5
Stella hefted the pack. "I'll have to go back to the college to pack. How do you plan on contacting me?"
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Krysta's body emerged high above Mundas Magica. Legion looked down on the world through her eyes. It was such a vast world, it seemed impossible that even they could bring it under heel. But that what they must do. Those who built the Soulcatcher may be long dead, but their desires survived the ages.
Legion reappeared deep in Nostia, at the foot of the Soulcatcher. It was built to resemble a dream catcher, only several stories tall and wide. The design of the net appeared to swirl and shift. Five upside down spires hung from the hoop, and it was from one of these spires that the shard had been cut. It hung suspended from the edge of a jagged plateau that was shaped like an anvil. Or a thunderhead, Legion thought with a smirk.
When Krysta touched the structure, the being known as Legion expanded to include the whole of the Soulcatcher. Human bodies can only be host to one soul, unless affected by magic. The lattice structure of the Soulcatcher created a nearly infinite amount of space in which to host souls; the shard alone could hold nearly a hundred. By coming into contact with the Soulcatcher, Legion expanded to include all of the souls caught and corrupted by the magic.
Legion pulled away after a moment, its component souls having played a complicated game of musical chairs for a spot in Krysta's body.
"I am Legion, for I am many," she recited. "All will become of Legion, for that was the creators' desire. But we cannot do this alone - we must have a physical presence. I am not enough and breaking the structure is unthinkable."
Raise the dead, one of the residents suggested.
The girl is not a necromancer, another responded.
Even with her amplified Soul Magic, she can only affect the souls, not bodies. Dead bodies are beyond her scope.
Wasn't there a necromancer in Mundas Veritas? Why couldn't we have gotten him?
He is older than he appears. He will not be so easily approached. No. The best we can do is start here. Mages will make fine hosts.
There is an expeditionary force in the south, making their way into the blasted lands of Nostia. No one will think it strange if they...vanish.
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Alan Belland had no time to react before the girl had him around the throat. Suddenly, he felt himself drifting away from his body. Welcome to the fold. Who said that?
A single soul passed Alan's as it joined Legion and took possession of the empty body. Legion dropped the body as the new presence filled it.
"Identify yourself," they commanded.
"Andoris Kell. Nostian. Deceased two hundred years. Necormancer in life."
"Is that so? Very well, Andoris Kell, you shall the first and greatest of the Wraith Knights. Your allegiance is to the Legion. Our first task for you is to bring the rest of these souls into the fold."
"Gladly."
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Post by Myrdraxxis on May 15, 2011 22:51:36 GMT -5
Izzy smirked and pointed to the ring on Stella's hand. The one he had sold to her. "I can keep in touch using a telepathic spell attached to that artifact. Connections between worlds are strenuous, but it will be enough." with that, he chanted under his breath, a small spell. THe ring glowed briefly. "There. Now get packing. The closes gate to Mundus Magica is in Washington D.C."
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Thadius had always considered himself to be a smart man. At least, intellectually so. He had graduated from the Altinor Academy at the age of nineteen, becoming a scholar and researcher for the nation for the next four years. He had seen and learned many things, all of which had bettered his intellect and vast wisdom of the world around him.
Which lead him to wonder what exactly had possessed him to try and explore the lost nation of Nostia. It was a land of fascinating history to be sure, but with all of the arcane storms and inhospitable lands, the risks far outweighed the values.
Oh, and now he was hopelessly lost.
"Just perfect." the mage muttered, glancing around to try and check his bearings. He was in a small valley, shielded from the worse storms by sharp, dark colored mountain peaks. The sky above him was an ominous violet, as always. "Where the hell am I?"
"Excuse me?
Thadius paused, glancing around. Was someone else here? He could have sworn he heard something.....passing it off as exhaustion, Thadius made to continue his treck.
"I'm afraid, I can't let you leave." the voice was there again. This time Thadius was sure it was real. He looked around again, but saw no one. Alarm slowly sinking in, he began to raise a ward around himself.
"Now now, no need for that. I just need your help is all. See, there's some trouble stirring up. I'm afraid I'm going to have to borrow this."
Thadius' eyes widened as he felt his ward obliterated. He had a brief moment of confused panic before everything went dark. Thadius' eyes closed..then opened, a different color.
"Ah, there we go." said a voice that wasn't Thadius'. "Don't worry, friend. I'll try to take good care of this body while I'm here." the man said. His hair had begun losing color, changing from brown to white in a matter of seconds. "Alright then." he turned South. "Let's get started."
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Post by Monika on May 15, 2011 22:52:24 GMT -5
"Excellent." Jin shook Tristezza's hand and nodded. "I will do everything within my power to teach you all that I have learned over the years. Magically it might be difficult since you specialize in ice magic and I-" Jin's left hand spontaneously burst into flame. "-do not. But you may rest knowing that I shall put in all the effort I can. Now, let's depart before any questions are asked." With that, Jin and Tristezza made their way out of the apartment.
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As Shadow Ella and her protagonist pals wandered around the urban jungle of New York City, she eventually came upon a row of apartment buildings and dozens of people scurrying in and out of them like rats in a hole. She shuddered a bit as she approached the nearly identical structures.
"All these people and all these buildings look the same." she whined. "I know Jin is somewhere in this area, but we'll be hard pressed to find exactly where."
No sooner has she said that, Jin and Tristezza stepped out of a building directly in front of Team Friendship and Dark Wing. Having sensed them their entire journey, Jin noticed everyone immediately and was, of course, less than happy to see them. Putting on his best insincere smile, Jin gave a slight bow before saying "Ah. Team Dark Wing. Team Friendship." A groan seemed to come from thin air as Jin emphasized the word. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"
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Post by Damien on May 15, 2011 23:01:13 GMT -5
Izaak, just getting out of the airport from his flight from Germany to AMURIKA!, noticed a group of people standing in front of a building with people running about. In front of the group stood a guy, and beside him there was another guy..... "I think I'll see what's going on," said Izaak to himself. ---------------------------- |IZAAK JOINED YOUR PARTY!| ----------------------------
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Post by Mizagium on May 17, 2011 21:17:20 GMT -5
"It's him!" Yolanda shouted and pointed "And he's got some chik with him!"
"That's a male, kid," Cedric corrected. "But, yeah, it is our old buddy, Jin Raishak." He cracked his knuckles and the ground shook. "I'm gonna enjoy this."
But Adden, despite having one of the best claims to a grudge with Jin, spoke reason. "You're outnumbered, Jin. I hope you don't intend to fight us."
Tristezza frowned. "Who are these people, Jin? Do you know them?"
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