Life of a Mage [Fantasy|Mechanics|IC]

by **Novas Arcanum** » Fri Feb 28, 2020 8:08 am

Life of a Mage

The sun shines bright, a new day dawns. You stand at the forefront of your destiny. You are a mage who can manipulate the arcane forces of this world, and bend reality to your will with mere words of power. What, destiny calls to you? Will, you become the Archmage, master of the arcane. Will you become the greatest menace this world as ever laid witness to, a Dark Lord who as command of legions of the undead, bent on conquest and domination. Will you become a court wizard pulling the strings from the background and steering the course of kingdoms and empires? The choice is yours, you have the tools to forge your destiny in this world of wizardry and magic.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Fri Feb 28, 2020 8:35 am

14th of Spring Seed, 148th Year of the Reign of the Pale Emperor

The light made Jarn blink as he stepped outside of the Hall, the humble pack on his shoulders carrying all of his worldly possessions. He had spent too long in the last month cooped up inside over the winter trials, the grueling examinations the Stone-Singers put to their pupils to earn the final accreditation of the Guild. His limbs were weaker than they had been, his eyes sunk with tiredness of long nights spent awake, but his heart burbled with a merry tune at having passed. The hand gripping his dark ebonwood staff bore the thin line of gemstones in the swirled pattern of the Guild that marked him out as a graduate, affixed via terrible ritual and great pain, but proudly earned.

Now it was time to begin life anew. On the thin filigree chain of mirrorsteel at his neck the book of Words of Power he had been instructed in rested, and the pale diamond set at the apex of his sword-staff glistened with an otherworldly light, a testament to the arcane potential of the man whose hand wrested familiarly about her stem.

"Well, let's see who walks the Square Brighteyes."

The cat on his right shoulder didn't say anything, merely purring contentedly, pale purple eyes drinking in the hubbub of humanity beyond the taciturn walls of the Guild. With a confident stride, and a slight area clearing about him as he walked out of respect for any mage, Jarn set off for the nearby Square of Seeing, where many guildsmen and mage-masters habitually gathered at the time of graduation to seek new blood for their organizations. His heart wasn't yet set on any course, for the course it had walked had already been heartily disrupted by the arisal of his Talent - but there was no harm in seeing who was looking for journeymen to employ.

Action: Search for employment in Ierith's Square of Seeing

by **Ralnis** » Fri Feb 28, 2020 11:58 am

Bozun in the Bloody Arenas of Sorcos!

The smell of blood and the chorus of battle filled the ears of the dirty man with a stick in one hand and a torn up book in another. His stature was not that of a warrior, but of a peasant from a poor hamlet. His eyes were normal yet there was a spark of energy that was small but wild. It didn't matter for those of the arena, letting him sing up without a care in the world.

Maybe they didn't see much in the dirty man? Bozun was polite and non-hostile for the most part, keeping back the true personality. It was perhaps why they were so dismissive to him as he now say at the blood-soaked benches. The wood was slightly swollen with it and had a rusted look like the rest of the interior of the rest section.

With one of the big guards ushered Bozun up and to take him to the arena he would be fighting in. Within his dirty tunic was his mouse familiar. They never speak to one another but instinct was the language they knew and both of them were happy at least, they were going to have fun in this fight. Or so he hoped.

He walked like an old man as he used his staff to walk like he was lame but when the fight starts then he will shown his true colors. He just hope his opponent doesn't die on him too quickly.

Action: walk in the dueling arena and meet the opponent.

by **The GAmeTopians** » Fri Feb 28, 2020 4:51 pm

Private Laboratory, Mage's Guild

This stone-encased basement of the Mages' Guild was lit only by tiny motes of magical fire, suspended in mid-air along the hewn rock walls. Myriad glassware lay scattered along the tables in the center - evaporation flasks, cooling pipes, odd contraptions too strange to be named - and a blonde head of hair poked out above it all, just barely visible as its owner hunched over one project or another.
"Hmm... Let's cut the Wyrmroot by an eighth portion, to reduce volatility... that should increase success rate without impacting effectiveness too much." Evita Crane muttered to herself, fiddling with various test tubes and powders, mixing them into other flasks and bowls.

With a muttered incantation, a plume of blue smoke rushed through pipes and devices, gadgets and gizmos, eventually condensing into yet another bowl several feet away. It quickly pooled into a sizable amount, but as it settled Evita began to separate it into smaller, fist-sized flasks, stoppered with stiff cork.
"These should do... maybe I'll test one later. At least nothing blew up this time."

Action: Using ability Create Healing Draught.

by **Novas Arcanum** » Sat Feb 29, 2020 9:39 am

Jarnassus Riva

To be a wizard ready to strike it out in the world! Ah, Jarn felt excitement as he navigated the crowds of mages and guildsmen gathered today, in the Square of Seeing. Minutes passed, and he felt confident in his ability to find his first job. As time crept onwards however a creeping realization would hit the young mage, which would make him weary about his job searching prospects. He was not the only one seeking employment and it seemed he had arrived a little too late. Many novices were already discussing terms with the guildsmen, and Jarn could not find a single master that would hire him. Just as he was about to give up and leave the square, a change in fate would occur and lady luck would send him what he was seeking. A rough-looking man garbed in leather armor, with a shining blade strapped to his scabbard, tapped Jarn on the shoulder and asked if he was seeking employment. It turns out this man was an explorer and was leading an expedition to some ancient cyclopean ruins outside the city, details where scarce but he promised one hundred silver upfront if he agreed to be the expedition's wizard.

Bozun

REEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Bozun entered the arena. He could smell the blood, sweat, and other disgusting odors leagues away before he even reached his destination. As he walked across the hallway he noticed the floor was stained black from the blood that flowed from the stage a testament to those who perished in the multitudinous fights that had been staged in this arena. The shouting and screaming shook the very ground the crowds were hungry for more blood and entertainment. Bozun would soon meet the Master of the Arena who organized the fights. The Master was a tall and savage-looking man garbed in heavy bloodstained raiment who looked down on Bozun. When the mage requested a fight to prove his mettle in the battlefield the Master laughed uncontrollably.

"You fight in the arena? AHAHAHAHAHA" The Master continued his unrestrained laughter barely catching his breath before he could speak again
" Woo get out of here welp, this is no place for pathetic weaklings such as yourself".

Evita Crane

Evita Crane would struggle to find the ingredients required for her healing draught. The Mage's Guild was running low on supplies and the young wizard would despair for it seemed she wouldn't be able to brew her potions today. Fate would have it that her familiar would locate the ingredients necessary for her concoction hidden away in a barrel invisible to the human eye. Her feline companion would dispel the enchantment placed on the barrel allowing Evita to take the ingredients for herself a fortunate turn of events for the young wizard. She got to work brewing the draught, measuring the fluids, and mixing the right ingredients together. Alchemy was an art as much as it was a science and just one minor mistake could lead to utter doom. After saying the arcane incantation a ball of blue smoke erupted from the cauldron. Success! A perfect healing draught brewed stronger than normal draughts, her ingredients where exhausted, however.

+1 Perfect Healing Draught, -1 Alchemical Ingredients.

by **Ceystile** » Sat Feb 29, 2020 10:37 am

Eliza Marjani
Eliza had been tucked amongst this pile of books for the better part of the day, the borrowed grimoire open on her lap and a rune dictionary open next to her knee. The parchment, scribbled with runes strung together, many of them crossed out caused her to furrow her brow in frustration whenever she glanced upon it. "Alright...this rune means power, this one means word.."
Creating a new spell is a lot harder than just stringing together runes, you know.
"I'm aware of that! But I expected them to be at least of some effect. All the greatest wizards create their own spells, why am I having so much trouble with it?" A snake's head peeped out of the sleeve of her saffron-colored robes, staring up at her with yellow eyes.
Do you want me to be frank, or...?
"Aren't you always, Dragon? Anyway, I'm heading to the market to buy components...maybe if I combine components with runes, I'll get at least something of a result instead of the fruitless five hours I've had today."

Even a basic light spell wasn't created in five hours...come on Eliza, maybe try mastering more spells before messing around to try to create a new one.
"What are you, my mother? I can study and experiment at the same time."

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Sat Feb 29, 2020 11:04 am

The former sellsword knew the type of his employer, and politely shook his head.

"A generous offer, Master Gershwin. But I've spent more than my fair share of time climbing around dusty ruins, and too few of my friends have come back out of them. The ancients didn't conceal their secrets with ribbons and paper, to just have them unwrapped at will."

That, and Jarn knew himself that the skills such a party would expect of their wizard, he did not wield. His training had been more theoretical and esoteric, focused on the strange rites that he had excelled in, compared to the more mundane magicks of a battlemage. He could handle himself in a fight, aye, but getting in a fight in the first place was more dangerous than the old salt intended to deal with.

Beside, the Square of Seeing was simply his first port of call. There were a variety of craft-mages who he knew from his time training in the Guild, who could use another person with arcane potential no doubt in their employ, and many disdained this annual gathering for more private hiring processes. Leaving his name with several individuals who he adjudged to have more room for men in their ranks, he set off for the artisanal part of the city, to seek more direct employment.

Action: Seek a master in the shops of the Street of Shifting Stone, where the masons ply their trade

by **Ralnis** » Sat Feb 29, 2020 1:11 pm

Bozun Tests his Mettle!

After the Master of the Arena laughed then Bozun merely grinned and laughed even harder. He laughed so much that this man couldn't sense his power that swirled around him and that Sorcos doesn't have that much in the way of mages. It didn't matter to him as he straightened his back and leaned off his staff. He was still short and leaner compared to the giant that was the Master himself but it didn't matter when it came to magic itself.

It was true that he looked like a dirty peasant, no markings of battle that was shown in the city-state but that only betrayed what he had to offer. His experience was still strong and his eyes showed with the wild energy coursing through his veins. He walks normally up to the Master and sizing him up but then he saw the guard who escorted him. A small grin crept up on his face as energy wrapped around his staff.

"Well if you needed a test of my might."

Action: Cast Wild Strike on the guard next to him as a means of testing his mettle in front of the Master.

by **The GAmeTopians** » Sun Mar 01, 2020 8:41 am

Evita Crane

As she scraped the bottom of her now empty Wyrmroot pouch, Evita let out a frustrated sigh. "Well, I'm glad I had enough to finish this baby at least," she patted a bright blue bottle of healing draught fondly, "But now I'm out of cash AND supplies."
With a wave of her hand, the flames that heated the various glassware floated over to her, disappearing into the palm of her hand, fading away softly. A cat as black as night appeared from under one of the tables, curling up between her legs. Evita looked down at him, sighing.
"Hey, Leo... am I really gonna have to start taking jobs... I really don't want to sell this draught..." She started grumbling as she thought about her options, before stomping up the stairs to the main floor of the Mages' Guild.

Action: Look around town, and in the mages' and adventurers' guilds, for work

by **Raktio** » Sun Mar 01, 2020 11:57 pm

Morning always came late in Hirschtal barony's manor, literally due to the fact that there was a truly massive mountain to the east of it, and winter made it even worse. This lead to a gloomy morning for Jhorlen, which a dozen candles and a crackling fire partially dealt with, but not nearly enough light for safely reading under. The candles had to have been replacement ones since she knew she had gone ahead and against the wisdom of her mother and read through a tome well after dark the previous night. Sitting up from her bed she looked over to her desk where she could see the book of arcane knowledge now sat closed. A little bit later her face stretched in a smile as she recalled the ritual she had managed to finish studying the night before. One more carriage ride from here to Ierith and she would never need to again, only spend a few minutes setting up the ritual, open a portal and walk through to arrive in Ierith or back! Deciding that the room wasn't warm enough yet, the young woman collapsed back into her bed and spent some more time snuggled away in the warmth of her bed.

If it were not for the fact that she could use a spell to see magic itself, Jhorlen would be convinced that servants, particularly Hylda, were magical creatures who knew their master's needs before they were voiced. Shortly after she had nearly gone back to sleep, her maid showed up with hot tea, boiled eggs, a piece of sour bread with butter spread over it and an assortment of dried fruits on a plate. As far as she was concerned, that was the perfect early spring breakfast. Setting down the tray of food on the table next to her bed, Jhorlen's maid reprimanded her, "You know your mother doesn't approve of reading under candlelight, if I hadn't checked on you last night one of those candles could have burned your magic book, or worse the house, if you accidentally knocked one over."

With a heavy sigh, because she was being forced out of her shell of supreme warmth and because of her maid's words, Jhorlen sat up in her bed. "You're right, but I couldn't stop myself, I've been studying this one for months and I couldn't just stop when I was almost done." Reaching over, she took the tea and after blowing across the top of it out of habit, she took a sip, savoring the flavor for a moment and then letting the warmth trickle down her throat and into her stomach. "Can you please not tell mother? I promise I won't do it again," That was at least until she got her hands on a magical light source which was both bright enough for reading under and not going to burn things on accident. Taking another sip before setting her tea down once more she continued, "Anyways, please let my father know that I have the ritual internalized so I'll be taking off to Ierith this morning."

Hylda gave a curt bow, "As you wish, I shall not mention this indecent to your mother unless she asks me about it and inform your father." Her maid left the room and Jhorlen gave a sigh. While having servants made life easier and and she like Hylda, she also knew reliance on them was not the healthiest habits. The main function of most of the servants around the manor was to appease peers and guests of esteem who occasionally showed up and practice for her older sisters in the noble art of using other people to do mundane tasks for you because you're that rich and have to show off your status with frivolous actions. Jhorlen would never have Hylda dress or undress her. As her internal musing ended, so did most of her food as she ate her boiled eggs, the bread and some of the dried fruits in bed. The dried fruits would be finished off as she went about getting up and going.

Sliding out of her blanket, she checked the edge of her bed for her slippers and pushed her feet into them, having no intentions of letting her still relatively comfortably warm souls against the frigidly cold stone floor. Shuffling over to her clothes chest in just her negligee nightgown, she opened the well crafted dresser and began to go through her clothing in it, deciding what to wear for her travels. This activity took a great while and eventually she chose what to settle on and changed into what she chose and then set aside a couple more sets of clothing should she stay in Irerith longer than intended. Getting and hoisting her traveling chest onto her bed, she made sure to pack what necessities, mostly books and clothing, she would need to take with her. She would let the servants take care of getting the chest to the carriage. Finishing up her dried fruits, she grabbed the plate, tea cup and her staff before leaving her room and making for the kitchen to hand off the dishes and give her thanks to the cooks.

A while later she arrived at her father's office with only her staff in hand, knowing that he would be in there, she gave three swifts raps upon the door and waited for a beckoning before entering. Baron Gustaf Hirschtal's office could easily make any other commander's office green with envy. One of the walls was entirely dedicated to shelves of precious books containing military wisdom and campaign journals from her great grandfather, grandfather and father, as well as several maps of the region. Directly behind him was trophies from personal victories and prestigious rewards for great military service to Irelith from three generations of Hirschtal men. The other wall was a sober one where the names of hundreds of men had been written onto it in memory of those lost under their command. One section of that wall was set apart from the rest of it where the names of the men lost under Siegmar's command continue to be only filled in a third of the way and the rest was left blank.

After entering, she went over to the desk and told her father, "I'm taking the carriage to Irelith now, is there anything you would like me to deliver for your while I'm there?" The baron did have messengers and messenger pigeons (Majestic has only eaten two of the latter), but the birds were kept for emergencies and he had known for a while that she would be setting out some point within the next five days to Irelith. Gustaf reached for a stack of messages he had waiting on his desk and passed them to her, each one with the recipient's name written on the front and a was seal with the baron's crest on it holding the message closed.

"Make sure to get these to Stephayn, he will handle the rest, and he knows you are headed to the city. Be safe on the road dear." As per being a minor nobility, the Hirschtal family owned a comparatively small mansion within Irelith which usually remained mostly empty since the barons preferred to stay in the barony, however her second elder sister currently resided there most of the time as she courted among the upper class within the city. While her oldest sister had found a partner early and swiftly, her other sister was almost too picky and would often tell her siblings that she would find a better, in social standings, man who was interested in her. Her mother would often go to the city in order to attend large social events, and occasionally manage to convince her father to come along with her, but for the most part Gustaf never used the mansion in the city, preferring to stick to the land he governed.

"Father, I'm a wizard, it's the road that should fear me," she teased. Going around his desk she gave him a hug and they said their good byes.

Next she found her mother helping in the garden, making sure that each flower was going to bloom in the perfect place and stressing out the gardeners as per usual. Then considering the fact that her mother would probably turn her very intrusive attention to her from the gardening, made the wise decision to leave and let her mother find out she had left this morning before she got another two hours attached to her departure time. Setting off once again, she finally went out the manor's door to find that the carriage was ready and waiting for her. Confirming that her travel chest was attached to the carriage's back, she stick her thumb and pointer finger in her mouth and gave a piercing whistle while willing Majestic into following the carriage and to give a cry should anything appear to be blocking the road or if people were hiding along it. Getting into the carriage, she told the coachman she was ready to head out. With a crack the carriage moved forwards down the road out of the walls around the manor and down the road towards Irelith.

Action: Traveling to Irelith by carriage (encounters on the road?)

by **Novas Arcanum** » Mon Mar 02, 2020 6:00 pm

Eliza Marjani

Eliza's trip to the market was uneventful, as she traversed the dirt roads that crisscrossed the tropical settlement. After walking for what seemed like an eternity, she would finally reach her destination the market of Tefit. The shouting of the merchants hawking their wares was deafening to the ear. The sickening smell of spices and bodily odors that swirled in the thick humid air made the sorceress feel sick to her stomach. Eliza would see market stall after market stall lining the roadway bursting with all sorts of goods imported from across the world as well as crowds of people gawking at the wares on display. She saw a vast assortment of artisanal goods, strange animals from exotic lands, as well as magical artifacts that would be useful components for any spell that she wished to create. As she reached into her coin purse a terrible realization would hit her! She had no coin at all her purse was barren devoid of any copper! It seemed the young wizard would need to find a means to raise some coin and soon.

Jarnassus Riva

Jarnassus would navigate the streets of the old mason's district searching shop after shop seeking a master to take him under his wing. Each man that Jarn met would be polite and to the point informing young Jarn that, they did not need an apprentice at the moment. The young wizard's last destination was Jorthar's workshop. Jorthar was a legendary craft-mage of repute, who had been creating artisanal goods, and mechanical wonders for over four hundred years. As Jarnassus entered the old, and antiquated shop he would notice the chaos the shop was in ancient bits of machinery here and there, numerous scrolls, and pieces of paper inscribed with scribbles of arcane equations strewn about the tables and dusty stone floors of the shop. An impossibly old man laid over a craft-table a strange tool in one hand working on what seemed to be the gem-powered heart of a clay golem.

"Durkon I haven't got all day wheres that damned component!?" The old wizard shouted. A parrot shimmered into existence and carried the arcane component to the mage's hand.

"Took you long enough parrot! Anyways are you going to stand there all day or tell me your purpose for being here?" The ancient wizard said without even looking up as he continued working on his golem.

Bozun

The air crackled with arcane power, the hairs on Bozun's neck raised from the power that coursed through his veins. A wild gleam shined in his eyes. The young wizard would raise his staff and shout the words of power. "Master he's casting a spell!" One of the guards shouted."So!? He doesn't have the balls to cast it!" The Master shouted voice booming with laughter. Bozun took the initiative and pointed his staff blasting the Master with his wild strike. The Master laughed when he saw the look on Bozun's face shocked that the effect the spell had on the man was no different than a midsummer's breeze. "It's called mundanite boy, your fancy smancy magic doesn't impress! Now I believe it's my turn!" The Master raised the hilt of his sword and knocked the wind out of Bozuns lungs, the wizard flew into the air and landed hard on his bottom on the stone-hard floor. Seconds later the tip of a shining blade was at his throat. "I could kill you right here boy I would be well within my right, but.... you have guts I like that tell you what come back here when your stronger and I'll give you a chance to fight in the Arena." With that, the Master picked Bozun up with one hand and threw him out of the Arena onto the cobbled streets of Sacros." And don't come back until your stronger fool!"

Evita Crane

Evita Crane was destitute and it was clear to the young mage that she needed some coin and quick. Thus she searched her own Mages Guild and the Adventurers Guild looking for a job to do that would earn her some coin. From the Mages Guild, she hears that one of her fellow peers has forsaken the Guild and taken to witchcraft, fleeing to the swamp outside the settlement. The witch had made off with many arcane artifacts and it is believed that she is consorting with demons and dark entities for power. The Guild as placed a one hundred gold bounty on her head and wants her back dead or alive.Evita was shocked at how much the Guild was willing to pay. Gold literal gold! Most contracts were paid in copper or silver, the fact that the Guild was willing to shell out so much coin spoke volumes of the severity of this dilemma. Evita would next head to the Adventurers Guild where she would procure a contract that was significantly less risky then hunting a witch. Some rats had infested, old Miss. Nightingale's home and they needed to be dealt with. The Adventurers Guild was willing to shell out a mere three hundred copper pieces for this contract. This job paid less but coin was coin and getting rid of rats was far less dangerous than finding a devil-worshipping witch.

Jhorlen Hirschtal

The trip from Hirschtal Manor to Ireith was nearly perfect. Jhorlen would peak out from the carriage and see grassy meadows, bursting with spring flowers. The farms and villages that rested on the dirt roads that led to the city where quaint and peaceful and the young sorceress would see peasant farmers hard at work laboring to plant and harvest the crops for their feudal lords. The chirp of a bird and moo of a cow would put the sorceress's heart at ease, and she soon relaxed for what seemed like another dull carriage ride. That was until shouting was heard from the bushes. Interlopers! Bandits! Men brandished and banged weapons ahead of them sending the horse into a frenzied halt. Jhorlen would have but a moment to prepare herself as the bandits would make their demands known loud and clear all the wealth the noble was carrying on her person or her life.

by **Ralnis** » Mon Mar 02, 2020 7:11 pm

Bozun

Bozun barely caught himself with his staff as he was thrown out so easily by the Master. He already had shit-eatimg grin that blossomed into a manic smile.

"I fucking love this city!" The mage just laughed loudly in the sky.

A couple of people looked at him with worried looks. In the way he was foolish and driven to battle. It was the way he always learned how he could with magic, both the mundane and those of his level. This was more though, more than he could dream and is another quest for his life goal of fighting the strongest people in this life.

First off though, he needed a job and money. It's harder to grow strong as a wizard than a warrior because of the rare breed that magic goes to. He was trained in battle by his bandit father but it was true fighting came from the mage that taught him. At least the very basics.

He started to think what he could do but this was something to easy! This was Sorcos! They were built around the might of their strength and a battle mage was something that was stronger than a common peasant or some rookie warrior.

He started to walk throughout the city, a smile on his face and his presence looking for trouble. Only in a place where trouble can be found and be profitable.

Action: Find employment as a battle mage in a band of adventurers or raiders at a meeting hall of some sort.

by **The GAmeTopians** » Wed Mar 04, 2020 6:52 pm

Evita Crane

"Hmm... Well, the witch necromancer lady seems a bit out of my league for the moment. Better go with Task 'Don't Burn Down Miss Nightingale's House'. Let's go, Leo."
Evita nodded to the Adventurer's Guild clerk who had handed her the rat contract and spun on her heel, setting off for this latest target of her attention.

The wooden door of Miss Nightingale's abode shook gently as the young mage rapped her knuckles on it three times.
"Miss Nightingale! I'm here about the rats!"
Leaning back on her heels, Evita awaited a response, Leo the cat sitting neatly between her feet.

Action: Attempt to deal with the rat infestation, without causing damage to Miss Nightingale's home.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Thu Mar 05, 2020 9:42 am

The craft-mage bowed low to the man who ran the shop at his waist, and nodded politely toward the golem he was working on.

"If it pleases you, Honored Master, I'm a journeyman looking for work. I'm a trained gem-sorcerer, with some experience in animus, only recently graduated. I don't suppose you have room for more hands or any orders that need filling?"

by **The Frozen Forest** » Fri Mar 06, 2020 9:12 pm

Just outside Mizuril's Tower

Victani Claudio du Rhose blasted a fireball at the small brown creature as it skipped past him. In a blast of flame it caught the tip of the creatures tail. Victani watched as the squirrel ascended a tree and the flame ascended the squirrel's body. The small creature chirped and barked for a moment and fell from the tree, squirming on the ground. It stopped with a last twitch and Victani took his prize. Gutting and skinning it and then roasting it's body over an open flame, he thought about what it would be like if he were to be killed by some sort of monster. Would they roast his body as he did with the squirrel? Would they smell the delicious aroma of cooked meat? Watch as his flesh fell off his bones or charred when left on for too long? He lamented that such a thing was impossible. His destiny was that of a God and nothing would dissuade that path.

After eating Victani gathered and cleaned his gear and checked over his supplies. It was supposed to be enough to get him to the next city-one that was supposedly famous for it's magic users. He supposed he would learn more about it as he got closer. Being so deep in the wilderness there wasn't much news from the outside world-especially since the local villages despised him due to his father, Mizuril. Taking one last look at his home, Victani set off towards the next city.

He traveled for several hours and then came to a stop suddenly. The trail was blocked by a massive boulder! Victani glanced around and noticed that it seemed like the boulder had been dislodged by the nearby cliff face. He sighed and began to look for a way around.

Action: Look for a way around the Boulder.

by **Ceystile** » Sat Mar 07, 2020 10:48 pm

"Wonderful! I'm totally broke!" Eliza shouted as she looked in her purse to realize that there wasn't a single coin in it. "I forgot that I ran out of money some time ago...damn it."
Well, it appears that it's time for you to go out and get a job.
"What job?!" Eliza hissed."
"You're a resourceful girl, I'm very sure that you can figure it out. Plus we're at home, can't you just stop by and ask your parents for the money?
"Doubtful...my parents would probably just tell me to go out and try to get a job. Well, there's no use just standing here, time to go hunting."
Hunting for...what exactly?
"Anything I can sell for some coin. I don't have a problem with getting a job, it just takes too long to get paid and well...I need money this very second, I don't have time to wait two weeks. Off we go!"

Action: Going to the beach to do some combing.

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