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Post by Psi on Nov 28, 2009 19:48:04 GMT -5
A frown was now the only expression on her face.
"Listen, boy. I don’t know who you think you’re trying to intimidate but I’ve seen worse than you. You’re lucky this is a good day and I’m a good mood, so, I’ll put this in simple terms. Go see Carrie, also known as the commander, and goddess. On that map is the commander's area, printed in big, bold letters usually reserved for the sight impaired. If you still need help looking for where she is, I got a two year old that can hold your hand and lead you there." She put her fists on her hips and planted her feet, her frown now a scowl.
(Fun fact: two years in Qualon time is four on Earth. |:B )
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 28, 2009 20:17:35 GMT -5
"There, was that so hard?" he asked sarcastically. "You could have saved yourself a table if you had just cut the crap earlier. Besides, I lost my map. Had to take a crap and it was handy for wiping my ass."
He pointed his dark finger at her. "Try and mess with me again, bitch, and you'll see just how bad I can be. Last time I'll warn you." And he turned around and headed for the aforementioned location without looking back.
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Post by Veros on Nov 28, 2009 20:26:25 GMT -5
John actually felt a bit sorry for the two of them. Sarah for having to deal with people like Jeff. And Jeff for his explosive anger that would come back to bite him in the butt.
"Seems he caused a lot of trouble, would you like any assistance with picking up the paper work? Though I'm not exactly sure what can be done about the desk, at least off the top of my head." While he said that, he had a small smile on his lips, Other than with just a simple spell and fuse the wood chunks back together again. But still not knowing what magic the locals could do, having not been directed to where to go yet to ask, he decided to play it safe and not use any magic till he knew more.
Though he delayed reaching down to help pick up the papers to hear her response and to see how she herself picked up the papers.
(Mainly in case they were confidential, and he didn't need to be reading it.
Poor table though.)
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Post by Psi on Nov 28, 2009 21:04:35 GMT -5
“Tch, I’ve heard worse threats Agooga. Touch me and you’re going to need more than a few map to find the nearest cleric.” She called after him.
“Oh, no hun, don’t worry about that.” She said, holding a hand out for John to stop. With a swipe of her hand and a few words, the pieces of paper ordered themselves and floated up on a small breeze into her hands. Another swipe and the pieces of wood flew off into a pile out of the way. By this time a man had already begun dragging another table from an abandon building a few yards away.
“We’ve got plenty of material for things, but that brute is going to be a problem. I just hope he bad mouths captain Elser and she slaps the taste from his ugly little mouth.” She said as the man put down the table and she tossed her papers back onto the table. A big smile spread on her face as she caught the glint of sunlight off of a piece of yellow metal in the pile of scrap wood.
“Now what was your questions again?” ---
Twenty five captains stood or sat in various locations inside the one entrance to the commander’s building. The whole section was blocked off by a two story high metallic wall (erected by Carrie) with a door sized section for entering and exited. An elderly man, looking of his late sixties by Earth standards, was the section 1 head captain. He was balding but what little hair he did have wa stark white. He was in charge of allowing people to enter. He sat on a wooden stool in the middle of the sole entrance appearing to be sleeping, head resting against an old oak staff.
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Post by Veros on Nov 28, 2009 21:22:41 GMT -5
*Information Desk* John nods, as he takes in her use of magic and how it was used. Elemental magic. Should have expected that. But she didn't conjure a new table or repair the current. "Yes... I figure he might cause some trouble. And probably face the consequences of his harsh tongue and rampart temper. Not to mention the cost of replacing the damage he causes, outside of a fight."
Again John brushed his hair out of his face with his hand, "I was here to ask about local rules and customs that I might not be familiar with, and a few questions about magic in general."
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 28, 2009 21:46:03 GMT -5
*Commander's Building*
Jeff took one glance at the sleeping man as he idly twirled his bar in his hand, then ignored him, intending to go right up and through the door. Good, he thought. The less people he had to deal with, the better. Too many uppity fools in this camp for his tastes.
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Post by Psi on Nov 28, 2009 22:24:13 GMT -5
*Information Desk* “Ah, southerner! I remember now.” Sarah stated as she looked down at the papers once more. She moved one or two around and found what she was looking for, putting a finger beside a name. “Alright, you’d want to speak with Garam and . . .Kevin.” She turned around and pointed to a tanned, gnomish man clad in a multicolored, golden threaded, rune embroidered robe, sitting at a table to the far right. He was rambling to himself as he flipped through one of three books.
“That’s Garam Elvenblood. He’s the leading teacher at the academy in the East. He should know everything there is to know about magic. And that’s Kevin C. Jakerton.” She said, turning to point to a man sitting closer to them, still on the right. He was a young man of black hair and average stature. He sat drinking some beverage while talking to with a woman if dark hair who sat across from him. There was a newly child in her arms.
“He’s the Old King’s son. If anyone knows the customs of this region, it would be him.” She then added in a whisper, “Across from him are his wife Sarem and their child Abel. They make a cute couple but they say she – err." She blushed as she caught herself and finished hastily, " I’m sorry, old habits do not go down easily. Well that’s who you need to speak to, have fun.”
She sat back down and proceeded to grab a few pieces of blank paper and scribble down a few things.
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*Commander’s Area*
Just as Jeff got into speaking range the old man’s brown eyes fluttered open.
“Hey, where ya going boy? What business you got with me?” His voice was old and weathered and he spoke with a certainty of his words that suggested he was no stranger to extended periods of speaking.
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Post by Veros on Nov 28, 2009 22:54:30 GMT -5
*Information Desk*
John glanced down as she started to scribble on the sheet of paper, "Thank you, ma'am." He then strode by the man in black and his wife, wanting to give them a few more moments to finish their conversation. In the mean time, he'd kill time talking to Garam.
When he got to Garam' desk, he started talking, "Greetings, Garam - I hear you are who I should see with my questions about magic. I want to now more about the magic you have heard and seen the common local people using." He stood their with a slight friendly smile.
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 28, 2009 23:32:34 GMT -5
*Commander's Building*
"Unless you're Carrie," he answered bluntly, "none. I was told if I wanted to see some action, I should see her. I have no interest in waiting around for everyone else to putz around and get ready."
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Post by Psi on Nov 29, 2009 0:22:05 GMT -5
*Outside Commander’s Building*
The old man stifled a chuckle. “Oh Carrie, she’s inside. But ya can’t get in. Besides, what would ya do against the army of a true goddess, alone? Those men and women putzzing around be ya teammates. Without them you would be nothing. Hell, without Carrie, we would be nothing.”
*Information Area*
Garam grunted out what sounded like a hello. His eyes stayed glued to the books as he spoke, “What do you mean by common local people? Do you mean the citizens of the central Continent?”
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Post by Veros on Nov 29, 2009 1:52:49 GMT -5
*Information Area*
John pondered the thought for a moment, but he quickly decided a larger view would probably be much better at giving him a feel of what is doable without too many questions being raised. Though he figured a few might be raised simply because he didn't use Qualonian magic, and wording of spells would be off among other things.
"Citizens of the central Continent preferably. Though either would probably work." John knew he was probably raising some suspicions, though magic would reveal he was a mage with a good amount of power, but had no illusions or magic spells floating around him. Everything was as it appeared.
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 29, 2009 1:58:43 GMT -5
*Commander's Building*
"Unlike you," Jeff answered the old man flatly, "I don't need a fake deity to give myself meaning. I'm here to fight, that's all, and if I'm not fighting, then I'm not doing what I came here to do and it's time for me to leave." He held out his left wrist for the old man to see the bracelet there. "Do you see this, old man? This is my meaning."
As he spoke, the bracelet glowed like a black light and the young man yanked it back and thrust it around and up. "DARK DRAGON SHADOW POWER!" As the black light envoloped him, it left him in a heavily-armored suit with a helmet that hid his face entirely from view. A double-ended hari-gama was attached to his back.
"You asked what I'd do against their army," he stated. "Here is my answer: I'd kill them. That's what I do, and there's no one better at it. And I work alone."
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Post by Toriji on Nov 29, 2009 21:10:03 GMT -5
In the middle of the training area there was something of a spectacle wailing on a straw dummy. People looked on as the small teenage boy pummelled the poor straw man with extreme ferocity. He had bent his metal rod to fit in the belt loops on his pants comfortably. He glanced about as he picked the dummy apart and saw that he was being watched. He raised his leg high in the air and brought down a devastating axe kick that split the dummy in half with the young boy showing no signs of any fatigue. He turned to the small crowd with a look of general disgust. "What the hell are you all looking at?"
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Post by Psi on Nov 30, 2009 23:59:03 GMT -5
*Information Desk*
Garam looked up at John and studied him. His face turned into a look of pity. He shook his head and his eyes went back to his book. He spoke after a moment. “They really don’t teach you Southerners anything I see. I thought you people would at least know there are five continents or that the word either applies to only two options. I guess it cannot be helped.”
With a sigh he closed the book he was reading, the cover reading Children of the Turbulent Times. “I guess we need to start with magic 101 for you.” He began. He absently opened a second book titled Theories of Advanced Magic and started skimming over it as he continued to speak. “The citizens are used to describe the level of magic. Ordinary citizens can wield the lowest levels of magic. Thus they are novices. Everyone knows that magic is fueled by the soul. We take pieces of our soul, convert it into energy and release it in various forms for different reasons. These are spells. "
The lowest level of spells include: Condensing energy into an elemental form, commanding elements on a small scale, and manipulating nature on small scale, though the last one sometimes falls into the second category. In general, the citizens of the central continent are taught defensive spells and ones that can come in handy, like making a ball of light or fire to illuminate the area. "
Spells are made and taught by understanding the conversion of soul power into energy and how to make that energy do what you want. Words are used to help channel these energies. Lower level spells can be done with barely a word, but advanced spells need a pathway built before they can be used. This path is paved with understanding, knowledge, and time. I doubt you will ever learn how to use advanced magic so I will stop there. You southerners may have a better grasp on magic innately but you sure don’t understand how it works. That’s probably why the highest level mage from the Evel was only mediocre at best.”
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*Commander’s Area*
The old man sneezed but it was merely to mask something he said. “Uh-huh. That’s a grand performance ya did thur, boy. But you’re still not gonna to get in. By the way, do you know a man by the name of Mala? He was a great street performer and a master of illusion. A real nice fella too.”
Why I used to go and see his shows when I was a younger man, about … ‘o fifteen or so and he used to turn into a dragon! Can ya believe that, a dragon! I tell you it was a sight to see. It was…green, yes that’s it, green. It had big eyes and a sharp tail and it was huge. Darn near filled up the stadium he performed in. He even put on a play one time with the illusion and had knights fight it. I think they were knights of Neren, old ones you know. They were from back is the day when he still walked around. Oh, ya know, I met Neren once, or I think. One of the weirdest gods there were. Why I tell ya he-- ” The old man rambled on.
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*Training Area*
A hearty laugh came from beside Cylox. It was a big man, tanned from days of working in the sun. His bald, polished head reflected some sun. When he spoke it was with a deep, booming voice. “Nice moves, you’ve got some strength there for such a young’un. Say, what section are you in?”
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 1, 2009 0:11:28 GMT -5
Deciding that the old man was senile, the Shadow Ranger attempted to ignore him and walk on in.
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