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    Goodwill Hunting

    Zekey
    Zekey

    Player 
    Lineage : Eagle Vision
    Position : None
    Posts : 71
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 8,950

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    First Magic: Language of the Abyss
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    Post by Zekey on 20th January 2020, 11:04 pm

    Ever since he moved to the Amber Island, Ezekiel could never sleep in more than an hour.  There was simply too much going on; too many exciting activities in the quad, places he never thought to explore and dreamt of exploring while he slept.  To make matters worse, each time he awoke, a bright array of multicolored light shined onto his bed like a laser, waking him before he was ready to be awoken.  He took a minute to stare out into the horizon, tracking down the birds that followed the distant rainbow.  Opening the window was always a pleasant surprise, too, embracing the various aromas of the seaside market and surrounding foliage.  The fresh catch from the night before always caught his attention first, and today’s seemed to be squid and a large chunk of meat on ice.  Glancing at the boat, Ezekiel noticed a boat with a bite taken out of it, and wondered what beast these fisherman managed to escape from.  A commotion of people below then caught his eye, as well as the large tooth in the center of the chunk.

    “Leviathan meat!” a heavy-set fisherman bellowed, “I lost ten men to the beast!  It’ll cost you ten thousand jewel for a piece of this meat!”

    To Ezekiel’s surprise, people actually bought into the bargain.  As he watched further, eager customers fought over each other for a piece, wrestling over each other and practically throwing money at the greedy fisherman.  Though, what was more alarming was that the meat was authentic.  It had a scent and magical vibration like no other animal he’d encountered before.  How they were able to break off a piece of the creature’s tooth, Ezekiel could not figure out.  According to the legends, the mighty leviathan had plates strong enough to withstand not only the weight of the ocean, but also impacts more powerful than the strongest spells.  Its teeth, too, could easily pierce thick stone and metal, or as the myths recalled, ‘pierce the world itself.’  Ezekiel quietly awaited the crowds to pass, as he wasn’t at all interested in the mundane meat, but the tooth and hide called to him.

    In another life, before joining the guild, Ezekiel would often go hunting, and make sure to honor each part of the animal or creature he hunted.  Long before the sale was over, he knew the fishermen would toss the remaining flesh out to sea, and he was not about to let that happen.  As they were loading the leftovers onto their beaten down ship, Ezekiel snuck down to the harbor and leapt into the water.  Tonight, he wore no armor, only black clothes and gloves, and carried his bow on his shoulder, and rifle strapped to his hip.  The moon hung in its new form, bright and tinted yellow.  Golden moonbeams reflected off the water, but Ezekiel went unnoticed.  He stood atop its surface in the shadows, waiting for an opening to sweep the crew from the deck.

    As they were cheering and celebrating a great day of sales, he quietly sang and summoned a torrent of water to lift himself onto the deck behind them.  He tightened the mask around his mouth and returned the water to stillness as he boarded.  He raised his arms and channeled his magic.  “Breathas!” he cast, and crystalline tendrils formed around him and lurched towards the unaware fishermen.  They hadn’t a clue what was coming to them, and were taken off their feet and into the bay.  The deck was silent now, save for the occasional crackle of a lantern, and Ezekiel lowered himself into the cargo hold.  He could see the tooth and scales now, and they were separated and kept behind bars.  It seemed as if these fishermen were smarter than they let off.

    Though, Ezekiel heard the footsteps of crewmembers approaching and hid behind a crate, eagerly listening to their conversation.

    “Aye, this stuff will sell for a fortune in high places, won’t it?”

    “It’ll sell for even more once we get the other pieces.  We still need the firebird and the stag.  Then we’ll be richer than the magic council.”

    A third voice then cut in; the captain’s.  “We won’t need money once we have all three, we’ll be more powerful than the wizard saints.  If all three creatures’ hides are brought together, we’ll possess magic that can subdue the land, sea and sky.”

    Ezekiel rolled his eyes, but noticed a shadow in the deck floors.  He frowned, realizing what it meant.  It was his shadow, with tendrils billowing like flames from his back.  He peered around the corner, but the shot from a revolver put him back into his place.

    “Don’t think we can’t see you mate.  Your shadow’s quite a sight to see, too bad this is the last time you’ll get to see it.”

    Allow me, Abaddon whispered, and Ezekiel resisted.  The temptation to invoke him was powerful, but not irresistible.  I know you want to.

    Instead, Ezekiel raised his hands up and laid down his rifle and bow.  “Alright alright, you caught me,” he snickered.  “Now what’re you gonna do with little old me eh? Bite me head off?”

    The crewmembers, two young women with revolvers in each hand, laughed and proceeded to cock their guns.  “Somethin’ like that.”

    Two shots rang out, but Ezekiel caught the bullets with The Unseen tendrils and swung them into the walls with his free tendrils.  They went out cold, leaving only the captain standing before him, ivory cutlass in hand.  “Alrighty mage, why don’t we strike a deal?”

    “Oh, I love deals,” Abaddon’s voice took over.  Ezekiel’s eyes flashed red and he lurched towards the captain with remarkable speed, knocking the sword from his hands.  Ezekiel felt powerless as Abaddon engulfed his body with power and adrenaline.  Don’t!

    But Abaddon had plans of his own and cast the Abyssal Tongue, subjecting the man to torment and draining his energy.  He then picked up the cutlass and chopped open the entrance to the leviathan tooth.  “You’re welcome,” he said, and left Ezekiel back to the reigns, feeling somewhat violated by the ordeal.  The Leviathan is one of my own creations, my dearest in fact.

    As if you even feel sentiment, deamhan,” Ezekiel scorned.  “What am I going to do with this?”

    The tooth was about as tall as he was at the shoulder.  The scales were thick, but light in weight.  You know what to do with it.  Abaddon conjured a memory into Ezekiel’s head, of him lighting the bony remains of an ox back in Cedar.  He placed his hands onto the tooth and scales and repeated the words, ignis...fotia...esh...ignis...fotia...esh. Golden flames began to encircle the material as he chanted, until there was nothing left but two heavy bars.  It was a spell he always knew in his heart, but did not know the name.  It allowed him to summon fire in its rawest form and return his trophies to the dirt as ash.  As he felt the bone remains, he felt the call of two other creatures, a wail of longing.  Ezekiel immediately knew what he had to do.

    He kicked away the first mate’s revolvers and woke her up, healing her head with the Tidal Touch. “Where are the firebird and the stag?”

    “Why would I tell--

    Almost immediately, Abaddon let loose a mortifying growl.

    “The map...the map in the captain’s quarters.  Take it and spare me, please!”


    Ezekiel groveled and begrudgingly walked over to the captain’s quarters, making sure to take his cutlass before leaving.  The world map was laid out on a desk with two unpleasant locations, one marked with a feather and the other with a hoof-shaped print.  Mount Hakobe and Divide Island were nowhere near close to their current location, but a call struck Ezekiel, begging him to make the journey.

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    Zekey
    Zekey

    Player 
    Lineage : Eagle Vision
    Position : None
    Posts : 71
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 8,950

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Language of the Abyss
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

    Goodwill Hunting Empty Re: Goodwill Hunting

    Post by Zekey on 26th January 2020, 9:28 pm

    Ezekiel awoke and felt water swirling within his lungs. He called to his magic, the faint hints of the power responding and allowing him to draw the water out from within. The map had been disintegrated totally, and the mage was left only with his bow and rifle. The sand beneath his fingers was gray and gritty, and above he heard the piercing, pained cry. Ondine sat cross-legged on a boulder, watching over Ezekiel. She snickered and shot him a brief smile before disappearing. A glimmer caught his eye, casted down from above. A golden birdcage hanging from a spit of rock over the cliffside shone like a second sun above the divide. Here must have been the destination he was searching for; Divide Island, the home of the firebird. Ezekiel stared up at the mountains, and began the climb. He casted, “breathas!” and slung the glassy tendrils across the spires of rock until he reached the peak, where he could hear the bird’s whimpers below. The cage swung in the wind, and Ezekiel leapt down and climbed inside. The bird was more than three times his size, with a wingspan even larger. Her charcoal colored beak looked sharper than a katana, and her green gaze reflected the horizon.

    The bird appeared distressed, pained by the weight of its feathers. The rainbow of down and peacock-like feathers seemed to be magically sealed onto her skin, and were so heavy they prevented the bird from flying. She looked at him and knelt her head. He placed his hand atop her cold nape and knew what he had to do. He had heard stories of birds that could rebirth themselves after burning, and wondered if this was the origin. He chanted the same words of fire from before, and watched the bird’s body erupt into heat, melting the bars of the cage and causing it to plummet down the cliffside. The firebird’s red ash sprinkled him, but soon a gale formed beneath him. A shawl of peacock-like feathers draped itself around his shoulders, and the bird’s new, near bare body soared and carried him.


    In the distance, he could see the snowy mountaintops arise; Mount Hakobe in all its cold might. The firebird circled around the peak and spotted a clear path forged between the pine trees, then left Ezekiel at the edge of a cliff overlooking a theatre-like building. Several blue stag with glowing antlers and fur pranced about, following their own rhythm. Ezekiel immediately leapt down and headed over to the building, hearing drunken cheers erupt inside. He hid by the window and peeked inside. A massive stag, comparable to the size of the firebird, stood with its head hung in shame. Its antlers were larger than life, and appeared heavy and burdening on the stag’s neck. It was chained by its ankles, and led by a burly man in a red down suit. “In celebration of my friends in Fiore capturing the mighty leviathan, we shall slay the stag older than Fiore itself!” he cheered, and Ezekiel slowly approached the back entrance. “For decades, this elusive herd has evaded capture, but today, along with two other magnificent pieces, we will finally put the beast to rest.”

    Two roaming stags came up to the young mage and smelled his face. They whined and tapped on the door with their antlers, wanting to reunite their unit. Ezekiel caressed their faces and placated them, then cautiously entered the building. “I’ll get your buddy outta there, I promise ya,” he said. He was immediately met with gunfire and glimmering swords. On instinct, he spread his arms and shouted, “Bre--

    A magic seal was enchanted onto his throat before he could complete the spell, and he was quickly bounded and disarmed. The guards jabbed him in the jaw with their hardened brass knuckles, earning a wince out of the boy. “You’re costing us a lot of money, guild rat!” the poacher then came in and placed a cold, ringed finger on his chin. “But it looks like you’ve brought me just what I’ve been looking for. It’ll look nicely...served on your ribs.”

    Ezekiel’s voice was sealed, but he hoped that the man could read his lips. He then laughed and doubled over. His eyes briefly flashed red, and Abaddon growled within. The guards backed away, then cocked their weapons. The seal around his throat broke, and he began to whistle a mourning song. Gore Vellye, Abaddon explained. Believe it or not, this is one of her spells. Black water rose up from below, and a noir storm conjured in the clouds above. Heavy, near solid bolts of water pierced the roof and knocked the men out cold. A flurry of snow and wind broke in and tore the heat from the building, sending a shiver through Ezekiel’s spine. He healed himself, deftly running his hands over his face. Tidal waves of metallic water and quaking ice cracked the building in half, breaking the shackles of the stag free. All the while, Ezekiel walked towards it, unarmed by the chaos that ensued.

    Eventually, his song came to a climax, and the environment calmed. The stag licked him in the face, but Ezekiel could tell that it was begging him to cut its antlers. And so, he took the cutlass and chopped them both off.

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    Zekey
    Zekey

    Player 
    Lineage : Eagle Vision
    Position : None
    Posts : 71
    Guild : Dies Irae
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 8,950

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Language of the Abyss
    Second Magic:
    Third Magic:

    Goodwill Hunting Empty Re: Goodwill Hunting

    Post by Zekey on 26th January 2020, 9:53 pm

    If Joh could see me now, he'd think I was a madman, he thought. Immediately, the items clung together like magnets, and a ring of sandstone formed around them like a pit. Ezekiel scratched his head, wondering what this was for. He felt a memory suddenly pierce his mind; the fire. And so, he placed his hand over the three items and burned a fire over them, melting them into a single, seamless blade. It reflected the color of the sky, light as a feather and thinner than paper. The blade was sharper than anything he'd seen before, including the stolen cutlass. The hilt was smooth as bone, with a feather emblazoned in the grip. Though, there still remained one antler and another bone-ingot. He picked up the antler, and it bent into a crude crown, and hovered above his head. The remaining ingot did not do anything, and Ezekiel placed it in the rudimentary forge and melted it. When it cooled, it became a form-fitting armor, flexible in all the places it needed to be, but hard and protective at the same time. The land, sea, and sky bent for him briefly, and the armor and sword disappeared in a silver cloud. "What on the good green earthland is--"

    "It seems you've established your own kind of magic," Ondine spoke. "Requip. That armor has been forged for you, and only you."

    "Someone ought to put a bell on you. You keep scarin' the daylights outta me every time you appear!" Ezekiel sighed, "so...I can wear it anytime? Isn't that neat."

    If only Joh could see him now, much stronger than before. He felt more at ease with his magic, more in control. But the power...it scared him.


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