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Discussion in 'Mt. Pompeii' started by Mahad, Nov 22, 2017.

  1. Mahad

    Mahad Yu-Gi-Oh
    The ultimate wizard in terms of Attack and Defense ~ ATK 2500 / DEF 2100

    Posts:
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    Occupation:
    Magician
    Location:
    Stone Tablet
    Race:
    Ka, formally Human
    Age:
    +5000
    Alignment:
    True Neutral
    November 27th, Mt. Pompeii Shrine @Veloce Visrin

    Mahad was concerned. The Dark Magician was forever bound to Eternal Soul, and though the location they were in was remote, his fears as to the continued protection of the Tablet that housed his very being had only grown. Even without the danger that Amaterasu had assisted him in overcoming, he would have began to consider a different location. Timaeus had also become anxious, mirroring his owner as usual. The Firelizard was still young, and it would not do to raise such a creature in an environment where it did not feel safe. No, he would have to find a suitable location for Eternal Soul before the end of the year... but where? That was the question. He had wracked his brain for a long time over this question. There seemed no place where it would be secure enough. He sighed, continuing his pondering of the situation.

    He did not have long to consider. Timaeus squeaked at something, sending an image of people approaching the Shrine across their mental link. Mahad was not expecting visitors, and though the shrine was open for everyone to visit, there was something off about these people coming up the trail. The Magician wordlessly called his Hatchling back to his side and instructed it to stay out of sight whilst these people did their exploration. After ensuring the hatchling would not be discovered, the magician himself faded within the large tablet, it's runes glowing slightly as he re-inhabited them, before falling dormant once more. The people entered the shrine...
     
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  2. Veloce Visrin

    Veloce Visrin Carciphona

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    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Sorceress
    Race:
    Human (Demon-bound)
    Age:
    17
    Alignment:
    True Neutral
    The client, Avarth, had approached the Mages Guild with a simple request. Exploration of the narrow, precarious paths that crossed the slopes of the Pandoran mountains had eventually led him to its highest peak, where he'd discovered an artifact of unquestionably magical nature nestled among the ruins. Magical artifacts, while tempting, also tended to be guarded by some manner of enchantments or trap-wards, ready to turn unsuspecting enterprisers into rings of ash, or perhaps turn them inside-out. Only stupid men tried to mess with that on their own. Avarth was not a stupid man.

    He was a man with money though, and he offered a pleasing sum of it to the Guild in exchange for a mage's help in assessing any arcane dangers surrounding the artifact, and then neutralizing them if necessary. So it came to be that Veloce found herself following the tall, blue-haired client up the path to the top of Mt. Pompeii.

    It had not yet begun to snow, but the air was no less biting, stinging Veloce's cheeks as strands of her hair whipped every which way. When she turned, she could see the surrounding lands spread out below her, hovering beneath the clouds. There was a farmstead she'd passed by once; from this great height, it looked like a child's toy, comically small.

    Avarth was not talkative, which was exactly how Veloce liked it. He was also heavily armed. The boxy, bulky body of a rifle was slung across his back, and the plain black sheath of a sword was at his hip, echoing the two swords Veloce carried at her own side. She had to wonder what sort of trouble the man expected to find, and what good he thought his weapons could do that a hired mage couldn't.

    The first of several statues greeted them as they neared the peak. Bearing the shapes of dragons, proud and regal, they reminded Veloce of a certain dark temple in Silverwood, and the skeletal crow figures that had resided within for religious purpose. She could not help the prickle of unease that ran down her spine, nor stop her hands from curling into loose fists, ready to summon up magic if anything unfriendly sprang out from among the tall rocks.

    Her nervousness was not lost on Avarth. As they rounded the bend, he pulled his rifle down from his back, the grip and muzzle sliding out with a sharp, mechanical hiss, and red lights glowing along the sight. It looked different than most firearms Veloce had seen around Pandora, possibly more advanced.

    Avarth used it to gesture towards the center of the shrine, the casual motion of someone accustomed to handling the gun despite its unwieldy shape. "There it is. Do your thing, Veloce. Be careful, though."

    A monolith of some black, shiny stone rested within the shrine's interior. Even from here, she could feel the magic emanating from it, slow and powerful pulses of some force impossibly ancient. There was nothing malicious about it that she could sense, but like Avarth, Veloce was not going to take careless chances. She approached with cautious steps, one hand raised towards the stone to feel out its energies, or intercept any aggressive spells that tried to activate.
     
  3. Mahad

    Mahad Yu-Gi-Oh
    The ultimate wizard in terms of Attack and Defense ~ ATK 2500 / DEF 2100

    Posts:
    59
    Occupation:
    Magician
    Location:
    Stone Tablet
    Race:
    Ka, formally Human
    Age:
    +5000
    Alignment:
    True Neutral
    Mahad remained within the stone for now. Those that had entered had a certain air about them. Not necessarily evil, but definitely cause for him to be cautious. Perhaps they were simply explorers. That made sense, he had often wondered about the shrine and it's strange writings, and assumed others would as well. That said, he was always wary of explorers and the like because they had a tendency to try and take artifacts back with them, something he would like to avoid. His very being was bound to the tablet, he could not let anyone take possession of it or they would have utter control over him, even more than the usual amount exerted when he was called upon to serve.

    The pair approached Eternal Soul. Still, he kept his presence hidden. He would not reveal himself unless necessary, though he feared that looked more and more likely by the minute. It was not long before one carrying a form of gun gestured for the other to approach and 'do her thing'. Mahad could not wait any longer. The Hieroglyphs across Eternal Soul pulsed blue for a moment, and Mahad appeared, stepping from the Slab as if it were merely a doorway. He raised his hand, summoning his Magician's Rod to his side and saying "Greetings, friends. What brings you to the shrine?" Perhaps he could still solve this problem without resorting to violence...
     
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  4. Veloce Visrin

    Veloce Visrin Carciphona

    Posts:
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    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Sorceress
    Race:
    Human (Demon-bound)
    Age:
    17
    Alignment:
    True Neutral
    Energy thrummed suddenly through the monolith. Veloce halted sharply, readying herself as the alien markings carved into the stone gave off a single, pretty beat of glowing blue, like ripples spreading across the surface of a pond. The figure that emerged from it, while clearly and highly magical, and wielding what looked like a sorcerer's staff of wrought bronze, also didn't seem to be hostile in the least.

    Strange, considering one could easily make the argument that this crumbling-down place was the spirit's domain, and she and Avarth were the trespassers. If he had greeted them with anything besides that amicable tone, Veloce would've leapt straight into defending her client in whatever way she needed. As it was, she lowered her hand, her own magic fading down as a brief flicker of confusion passed over her face.

    Then the expression was gone. Veloce glanced back at Avarth for his instruction. He was the client, after all, and she just the muscle.

    Avarth wasn't so ready to take the spirit's friendliness at face value. His rifle was trained on the spirit's center of mass, his eyes as hard and cold as chips of ice. There was no panic or fear to the tension lining his body, just a steely resolve.

    "Here to claim what's ours, friend. That rock behind you's worth a small fortune, and isn't doing anybody any good just collecting dust in this old ruin." Avarth nodded once, a slight dip of his chin, and motioned with the rifle. "Now, you step aside nice and easy and let us do our work, or I'll have to convince you."

    Veloce said nothing, but Avarth lumping her in with him like they were partners had her frowning a little. She watched the spirit carefully, hands curled loosely at her sides.
     
  5. Mahad

    Mahad Yu-Gi-Oh
    The ultimate wizard in terms of Attack and Defense ~ ATK 2500 / DEF 2100

    Posts:
    59
    Occupation:
    Magician
    Location:
    Stone Tablet
    Race:
    Ka, formally Human
    Age:
    +5000
    Alignment:
    True Neutral
    Mahad grimaced at the reply. He had suspected as much. He feared it was no longer possible to reach a peaceful conclusion to this predicament now, though that would not stop him from trying. "I am afraid I cannot allow you to take Eternal Soul with you. There is only one person with claim to this slab, and it is not you or your companion here. Eternal Soul belongs to the Pharaoh of Egypt, Atem and his descendant. As a loyal servant, I will not relinquish it, regardless of the convincing you try. Please, return from whence you came, or at the very least, search for something else within the shrine you can plunder." The polite tone he spoke in became someone condescending at the end of the statement. He did not approve of tomb-robbing, It offended his Egyptian Heritage, but he still did not want to make the first attack. He glanced at the mage he had brought with him. She seemed somewhat uncomfortable about the situation. Perhaps he should keep an eye on her. She seemed as though she had far more morals than her companion. "This tablet contains my very being. Taking it would be akin to stealing my soul." He said, directed more to her than the apparent ringleader of this confrontation. Tension seemed to be building. Maybe if he won over the man's companion he would back down, though he doubted it.
     
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  6. Veloce Visrin

    Veloce Visrin Carciphona

    Posts:
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    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Sorceress
    Race:
    Human (Demon-bound)
    Age:
    17
    Alignment:
    True Neutral
    The names the spirit uttered weren't ones familiar to her. If Avarth had any idea what the monolith's guardian was talking about, he didn't show it. Rather, the spirit's refusal to step aside only seemed to darken Avarth's mood further. The creases in his brow deepened, the man letting out a slow sigh, a deep and measured exhalation to prepare himself for the task at hand.

    Avarth's trigger finger tensed, and Veloce stepped into his path, holding herself sideways so she could watch both of them. A flash of cold anger played across his eyes at her intervention, but to his credit he didn't shoot her.

    "What?" he said. The single word carried an unspoken threat: he better not dislike what Veloce was about to say.

    She wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't sure who she should even trust, which was absurd considering Avarth was her client, the one paying the guild. Fulfill his wishes per the terms of the contract—in this case, protecting Avarth from harm and helping him secure the artifact. Two simple directives, and little different than jobs Veloce had done before.

    Yet, this spirit... He was already starting to swing Veloce's favor to his side by the very passive nature of his resistance. She didn't doubt he could blast both her and Avarth off the mountainside if he wished, but he hadn't lifted a finger to strike yet, not even in the face of Avarth's not-so-subtle threat. The spirit wouldn't draw first blood... and that meant he still hoped they could settle their dispute peacefully. Veloce respected that.

    She nodded at the spirit. An acknowledgement; she had no interest in mistreating a living being's soul. She turned back to Avarth.

    "There's no need to be rash about this. His compromise is a good one. Leave him to his tablet, and we have free pick over the rest of the shrine. Even you agree that's better than having to fight, right?"

    Avarth was silent for several moments, glancing between Veloce and the guardian, his stony expression giving away nothing about what he was thinking. Then his mouth turned down in a frown, more of a grimace.

    "I should've known you magic types were all the same," he growled.

    He lunged sideways, once again a clear line of sight between him and his target. Avarth opened fire on the spirit. The rifle roared with a powerful kick, vomiting out a red beam of light that seemed to instantly cook the surrounding air, an energy hot and hungry like the inside of a furnace. Veloce reflexively dodged away even as her brain barked a warning. Laser.
     
  7. Mahad

    Mahad Yu-Gi-Oh
    The ultimate wizard in terms of Attack and Defense ~ ATK 2500 / DEF 2100

    Posts:
    59
    Occupation:
    Magician
    Location:
    Stone Tablet
    Race:
    Ka, formally Human
    Age:
    +5000
    Alignment:
    True Neutral
    The instant the man threw himself aside, Mahad was reacting. His shape flickered for a second, before seemingly being hit by the brunt of the man's attack and exploding. In reality, the magician had conjured an illusion in the brief moment before the shot came, moving himself safely away and getting ready for a counter-attack. "It seems I have no choice but to defend myself", his voice called from the darkness, seemingly echoing from far away, everywhere and nowhere all at once. "You have forced my hand in this matter." He spoke solemnly, calmly. His voice always level, containing a hint of disappointment but not condescending. All of a sudden three copies of the magician appeared, spaced evenly around his would-be captor. Each raised their hand and summoned a magical blast in their palms. "I will do what I must." He called again, the voice echoing from various corners of the shrine once more. The magicians launched their attacks, but nothing happened. Each attack simply phased through their target with no effect. Instead, The Dark Magician appeared above the man, pointing his staff downward. "Go! Spellbinding circle!" He yelled, his voice coming from the proper place this time. Around the man, a magical circle began to form on the ground, magical runes forming in the center. His foe would find himself unable to leave the Circle's edges now. Nowhere to run. He flicked his Magician's Rod upwards, calling out "Thousand Knives!" With a degree of finality. All around the shrine long, sharp knives formed from thin air, pointed directly at his target. This is where the Magician Stopped, holding the Knives in place for a moment and saying "Now, I think we can come to some sort of agreement. I do not wish to continue, but as I have said, I will do what I must." He directed his comments at both the man and his assistant, though he hadn't kept track of her in the flurry of action, assuming she would not interfere based on their last exchange. He dearly hoped she would see his side in this matter.
     
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  8. Veloce Visrin

    Veloce Visrin Carciphona

    Posts:
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    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Sorceress
    Race:
    Human (Demon-bound)
    Age:
    17
    Alignment:
    True Neutral
    With an urgent need now to act, yet her loyalties still unsure, the spirit's swift and immediate succession of counterspells had Veloce hesitate too long for her involvement to matter. Avarth was caught in a binding circle of some kind—evident when the blue-haired man moved to leave and reeled back as if he'd run into a brick wall—and the spirit's threat was repeated; reasonably, calmly. Even so, the shrine hung thick with grave promise, readied magic electrifying the air and lifting the hairs on the back of Veloce's neck.

    A cautious probe of the binding circle told her it was powerful, easily on par with the enchantments that the Medrisen clergy used to safeguard their most treasured of holy relics. Veloce wasn't certain if she could shatter the runes, or if it was even worth the effort to try. Did she really want Avarth freed, to continue testing the guardian's patience? Did he deserve that?

    Veloce regarded the array of hovering knives cautiously as she shifted in front of Avarth. It was a token show of support for the man. He was greedy and foolish, but he was still her client.

    "Sorry about that outburst," she said calmly. Veloce's hands were at chest level with palms facing outward, a gesture of placation as much preparation to summon a defense if the spirit let those blades fly. "Your offer before, to leave your tablet alone in exchange for any other artifacts here? We'll take it, with your blessing."

    "The hell are you doing?" Avarth growled from his magical prison.

    Veloce turned her head just enough to direct her answer at him, the rest of her attention still on the spirit. "Making sure you don't die. That's what you're paying me to do, isn't it?"

    The weight of his angry stare drilled into her back, but he gave no reply, so Veloce assumed he agreed. She nodded at the spirit.

    "How about it? Spare him." And me. "I'll make sure he behaves."