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    Thrice the Charm... More Times the Harm

    Digit v2
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    Lineage : Genes of the Godling
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    First Magic: The Abjugation Grimoire
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    Third Magic: TBA

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    Post by Digit v2 on 8th June 2020, 2:43 pm

    Free form Misssion

    "How hard can it be?"

    Levinia placed her hands on her hips and pouted at the bar tender. The large swarthy man met her defiant glare with a calm gaze of his own, as he rubbed a plate dry with a napkin. "I won't do it if I were you, that's all," he replied with that languid accent that somehow made Levie want to harass him a little. Everyone she had met in the tavern had sung the praises of Big Olaf, saying that he was wise and stuff, he knew the missions that would cause trouble and the ones that would be a walk in the park. According to them, if Olaf said that the mission contract in her hands was a bust, then it was a bust. Levinia didn't think that was sufficient reason to advice her to drop this one. Besides, if she was correct, this would take her another step further in helping those who could not defend themselves.

    Perhaps it was wise to find out why Olaf had disapproved taking that mission. According to some other adventurers hanging around, once they had read the details and asked a thing or two from the sagely barkeep, they had dropped the contract immediately and sought out others, even missions that were less well paying. Now that was strange. Most adventurers took the more expensive quests first, so that implied that this mission was going to have a serious catch.

    "Okay, why would you suggest that I shouldn't do this? Yeah, it looks tough and all that, but who wouldn't feel more confident with their pockets jingling with more jewels?"

    Olaf smiled and put the plate away. "Well, kid, unless you want to fight against an entire army, you'll pin it back up on the notice board."

    "An army?" Levinia burst into laughter. Olaf was surely pulling her legs. Fighting an army required raising an army of one's own, and such a thing was not usually the kind of work mages were asked to do. "You're surely exaggerating, Mr. Olaf. I think I should be able to take on fifty persons, or even a hundred... I'm not boasting or anything, mind. I'm just saying that you can't call a small band of hired thugs an army."

    Olaf stared at the girl with surprise, then he threw back his head and laughed. It was a rich laugh, pure mirth at something she had said, and had Levinia (who admittedly was in a mildly testy mood) not felt he was laughing at her expense, she could have liked the way he laughed. She resumed the pout and glared comically at him. Olaf raised his hands in a placatory offer. "Now, now, I apologize for laughing, kid. Didn't mean any offense." He put down his hands, though the apologetic smile stayed. "I was just amused that you thought I was referring to a hundred men or thereabouts."

    Something sank in Levinia's stomach. "I... I don't understand."

    Olaf's expression became more serious. "I'll be level with you, kid. Baron Malley has an army. By army, I mean a-r-m-y." Levinia's eyes slowly widened. "Uh... how many people are we talking about here?"

    "Ten thousand strong. As expected, the army has units. Foot soldiers, archers, cavalry, and his elite fighting force."

    Levinia's head swam. What sort of mission was this? How was anyone expected to go up against an army? Okay, Olaf was certainly brimming with wisdom. She would just quietly place the mission back where she had picked it from... then a thought struck her, one that filled her heart with a burden. "So, if nobody takes this mission, what will happen to the one who put it up?"

    "Well, from what's stated there, they need protection from Malley's boys because they crossed him somehow. He's going to send his army against that town, and they'll stamp it into the ground. The children that are lucky to survive will likely be sold into slavery." Olaf's mood fell. "I pity the poor fellows, and I sure don't envy them."

    Levinia felt her heart would be unable to take this. "Where are all the powerful 'good guys'? Can't anyone do something?"

    "Well, there are those who are probably strong enough to face that army, if they went with their guild or something. From my experience, though, it is rare for anyone to pick a mission such as this, and even rarer for the mission to succeed. That's why it's a ten year mission; things like this are successful like once every ten years."

    Levinia was torn between taking this mission and putting it back. She knew she had become way stronger than she had ever been, but she was not sure if she could take on an entire army by herself. Maybe she could find someone to help her. Or perhaps this was bigger than she was. Like Olaf, it was saddening, but he couldn't do anything about it, and perhaps she couldn't, too. Just as self-preservation had almost convinced her to pin the contract back on the wall, she heard someone whisper to her colleague, "Hand over the money, Bille; I told you she was going to drop the contract."

    Something in Levinia snapped.

    She looked up at Olaf, an angry light in her eyes. "Well, someone better tell Baron Malley that if he doesn't back off those villagers, he won't have an army to command."

    "Kid, don't."

    "If I don't, who will? Don't try to dissuade me; just wish me luck."

    Olaf sighed, like he had seen this before. "You're a very brave kid. I'll pray for your safe return. If you survive, I'll throw you a celebratory party in your honor."

    Levie grinned. "Hear that, folks? Free drinks on the house when I get back. See y'all around."

    She had tried to make the mood cheerier, but she was replied with halfhearted farewells. Thanks to her magic, as she left, she even sensed some guy remove his hat and bow his head, like he was having a moment of silence, as people did in honor of the dead. What an inspiring way to start a tough mission.

    Half a day later, Levinia sat in a carriage headed for Era, struggling to distract herself from macabre thoughts. She had been reading a magazine, and someone had given her idea. She'd heard that there was someone who hosted an "agony aunt" section in the widely read Sorcerer's Magazine, and people said she was quite powerful, too. So far, reading the "Dear Seri" articles convinced her that whoever this woman was, she was quite wise. So, Levinia had a battle plan: she would find "Seri", and convince her to aid her to help gather an army that could match Malley's own. Since "Seri" was quite famous, provided the woman had the time to listen to her, she ought to have some connections that she could make use.

    "Please, Dear Seri, be a nice person..."

    It was not quite difficult to find where "Dear Seri" was, although Levinia was slightly surprised when she found herself standing in front of the Rune Knights headquarters. Perhaps "Dear Seri" had an office in there... yes, she probably did, maybe being an honorary member of the Knights or something.

    Levinia pulled all the courage she could muster, walked in through the doors and went straight to the reception office. She smiled at the woman behind the counter and said:

    "Hello, and good morning. I'd like to speak with Dear Seri. Any chance she might be in?"

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    Post by Serilda Sinclair on 23rd June 2020, 8:17 am

    Seri Banner
    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Weddings were time consuming projects, particularly the closer it got to the date of the ceremony. They were still a couple months away, but the date was closing in fast, particularly when both she and Mythal had a number of other responsibilities and engagements they needed to make room for between wedding planning. Free time was an illusion, or at the very least something that the two of them needed to actively and intentionally schedule some time for. This was easier said than done. If it wasn’t the wedding it was work, if it wasn’t work it was politics (which one could still argue was work for them at this point). After that was all the research they were doing on their own personal time, both on Faera and the Magic Council.

    The goddess of Kingdom Darkness had been rather silent ever since Serilda had stormed her realm and made a mockery of one of her strongest generals. This wasn’t necessarily unexpected, of course. The noblewoman knew very well that Faera was a patient deity, one that surely wouldn’t underestimate Serilda or her abilities a second time. Or at least, she would try not to. A lot of changes had happened in Serilda’s life since that battle, things that she’d kept close to the chest to protect both herself and Mythal, as well as those they cared for. However, she was certain that Faera was doing as much of her research as possible, and not just as a logical hunch. Ozorith had already revealed to both Serilda and her fiancee that Faera had even gone so far as to try and get information out of him personally. The demon lord hadn’t given her any information, of course, but even he had admitted that didn’t mean a whole lot. Faera wouldn’t need much to get the ball rolling, and he was certain that the goddess would find a way to strike at Serilda directly with her next move, rather than at Mythal.

    What time they had that wasn’t filled with trying to anticipate Faera’s next move was spent investigating the Council in secret. The Field Marshal had suspected the Council of nefarious intent for quite some time now. In fact, ever since Serilda had taken up the post of rebuilding and running the Rune Knights, she had come across quite a number of shady coincidences that made her think that quite a number of them might be dark mages hiding in plain sight, holding positions of extreme power and influence. It hadn’t helped that Wayland had made it very clear before his disappearance that he’d found something dangerous enough to force him into hiding for a while. Serilda was pretty positive at this point that the Council had actually orchestrated the attack on Era over a year ago that had killed the former Field Marshal, with the intent on replacing him with someone they felt they could more easily corrupt and manipulate: herself. Being a noble meant that she was automatically assumed to be corrupt, and Serilda was sure they intended on trying to use her and Mythal at some point.

    And for now, she had no intentions of letting them think otherwise.

    But at the moment, she had no solid proof to go on, and thus the two of them had been spending a lot of their time trying to get their hands on what they could and waiting in hope for Wayland’s return. The files that Mythal’s father had managed to save from his days in the Rune Knights had been a tremendous help in piecing together a bit more of the puzzle, helping them narrow down those on the Council who they believed were genuine and those who were suspect. However, Gren had given them quite a lot of files to go through, and the most that could be drawn from them was still speculation at best, even if it was more than likely very accurate speculation.

    It was nice to have the man back, though. Gren’s return to life had been a shock all around, and a source of both relief and frustration for Mythal. Relief to know that his father was alive, but frustration at knowing that he had been alive for several years and had not revealed himself to his son, who’d spent over a decade feeling responsible for his death. The reunion had been tense, to say the least, and not just for Mythal. But they were taking active steps to forgive and spend time with the man, and the result had been noticeable. Both Mythal and Serilda found it a little easier to be free and unguarded around Gren with each private moment they spent with him. Serilda, at least, was learning to work past her differences with the man, many of which had already been addressed at the end of that first dinner, and the two of them were doing their best to reconcile their differences with one another.

    At the moment, Serilda and Mythal were just finishing up their lunch at the Rune Knight headquarters. They didn’t always get the chance to eat together, given that Mythal was still more prone to doing field work than she was and was thus often out of the office more than her. Today was an exception, and she was more than happy to take a break from her busy schedule to get some food with him from the mess hall. They had taken the time to go over a few more wedding details that were due to make decisions on, and to catch one another up on the work they’d been doing that day.

    It was on the way back from lunch when the two of them happened to be passing by the main reception area on their way back to their offices, where Serilda overheard her name being spoken. Or rather, she heard the title of the column she wrote for the Sorcerer's Weekly magazine, “Dear Seri”. It was certainly out of place, as the column wasn’t exactly a hot topic around the headquarters most days, so she slowed her gait and turned in the direction of the source. She saw a young woman talking with Valorie at the main desk, with long strawberry blonde hair and fair skin, and it was clear she was trying to see if Serilda was available for a meeting. What was odd about it was that no one had ever come looking for her in person before in relation to the advice column, which barely took up more than a few hours of her life every month or so. Curious, she steered their walk closer to the reception.

    “I’m sorry,” Valorie was telling the woman kindly as Serilda and Mythal got closer. “The Field Marshal is here today, but she only takes meetings by appointment, and usually only for Rune Knight business. Normally she doesn’t take visits regarding the magazine at work. If it’s an emergency, I can see if there is an officer available to give you a hand. Or, if you need to speak with Marshal Sinclair personally, I can check to see when her next available appointment…” The clerk’s voice trailed off, her eyes flicking over and catching sight of Serilda and Mythal as they approached. “Good morning, my lady. Director Ragnos. Did you need anything?”

    “Good morning, Sergeant. We were just passing by on our way back from lunch and I overheard my name. Just thought I would check in and see if I was needed.”

    Valorie nodded. With a courteous smile, she gestured to Levinia. “This young woman was just requesting to meet with you. Did you want her to schedule an appointment..?”

    Serilda waved a dismissive hand. “It’s fine, thank you Valorie.” The Sergeant nodded a second time and then went back to work. Turning her full attention to the young woman, Serilda gave her a kind smile and offered a handshake. “I’m Serilda Sinclair, Field Marshal for the Rune Knights. This is the Director, Mythal Ragnos.” She indicated Mythal beside her. Both of them were dressed in the basic black uniform of the Rune Knights, with nothing to mark them as any different from the other Knights gathered in the area aside from the pins on their chests and collars that exposed their ranks as the two in charge of the entire army. “What can we do for you, today?”

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    Post by Mythal Ragnos Yesterday at 10:48 am

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    A day of rest and relaxation was a rare thing to come by and frankly, Mythal couldn’t remember the last time he had taken it easy. There was a time, over a year ago, where all the responsibilities he shouldered now would have been a living nightmare. He had been comfortable avoiding all of the duties that were afforded him and only taking part in what he chose to. Guild jobs were taken when he truly wanted to participate in something (or at least earn some jewel) but otherwise, he was a laid back person. Things had changed slightly once he and Serilda had begun pairing more often but even then, in his offtime, he was able to just chill.

    Not anymore. From the moment he had set foot in Kingdom Darkness, it was like some cruel deity had slammed a finger into the fast forward button and he was struggling to hang onto the pace. Serilda’s invasion, their following escape had seemed to settle the dust only slightly, like a calm before the storm. Both of their lives had been hastily and violently overhauled, even more than either of them had expected. As if that wasn’t enough, it was only a few weeks later that the attack on Era had taken place, systematically wiping out a large portion of the standing Rune Knight forces. Due to their actions, Serilda and Mythal had been offered positions of power and from there on out, their lives picked up even more than before. The bumbling, wandering drunk was gone -- now the Darkness King was a respectable man.

    At least on the face of things. His demeanor hadn’t changed much, beyond that of adding an additional layer of grouchiness from the lack of sleep. Mythal enjoyed sleeping in but unfortunately, the Knights operated almost twenty-four hours so his responsibilities never truly came to an end. Early mornings, late evenings and then he decided to add an extra layer by proposing to Serilda. Now they had the extra task of planning a wedding on top of their duties as Rune Knights. It was safe to say that any ‘down’ time that the couple had was spent either preparing for Faera’s retaliation, reviewing paperwork for the Rune Knights or scheduling and prepping the wedding festivities. But that wasn’t enough, was it? No, now he and a small circle of trusted people were also looking into the Magic Council for nefarious deeds.

    They’d always operated on the principle that they were there to protect Fiore. It sounded good and clean on the surface of things but seeds of doubt had begun to spread given certain circumstances. A loose end that Serilda had stumbled upon during the Era attack had crafted a curiosity, a question, of the Council’s true alignment within the magical world. Their suspicions had been multiplied after Gren had shown up again and, after conveying their feelings, his own partial evidence had added to the growing pile. There was still a lot to look into and doing so in secret was both dangerous and time-consuming. Mythal’s life was a bit of a time-suck and he did the best he could to manage all fronts with as much patience and calm as he could manage.

    He had lucked out on this day, having managed to keep himself within the confines of the Rune Knight HQ rather than being out and on duty. He’d even managed to sit down and eat lunch with Serilda, which was such a rare occurrence these days. The conversation still focused on a few of the subjects that they were working on; missions, investigations and wedding plans. But given that it was happening over food and didn’t require one or both of them running off, it was a nice change of pace. But all good things came to an end and soon enough they were packing up and walking off to get back to their duties. Mythal was in his own little world of focus as they walked through the reception area, brow furrowed and inner concentration etched all over his features. He was going over the neverending list of things he had to look into in his head, making mental notes as he went down checking. He didn’t hear the conversation at the front desk, as he wasn’t often prone to listening into what was happening between Valorie and visitors unless she spoke up to him directly. The headquarters saw people going in and out pretty much throughout the day so eventually he had begun to ignore the stream unless it pertained to him.

    But he did notice that Serilda had turned towards the desk, causing the Darkness King to walk a few steps by her before stopping and turning to look back. She was looking towards the desk and his eyes followed her attention, noticing a young blonde woman standing at the desk, the object of Valorie’s stare. He adjusted his direction and followed after Seri, as it seemed she was fully attentive to the woman. Valorie was apologizing to the guest, explaining that the Field Marshall only met with people by appointment and only on Rune Knight business. The sergeant mentioned something about ‘the magazine’ and it took Mythal a moment to remember that Serilda did, in fact, have a column within the Sorcerer’s Magazine. Once the pair had gotten close enough, Valorie turned her attention to the two and greeted them in kind before explaining that the woman was looking to meet with Serilda and had offered her the opportunity to schedule an appointment.

    Serilda declined that option, apparently deciding to meet with the woman now rather than later. It would be pretty rude to come over, check in and then walk away after all and Serilda was anything but rude. She introduced herself and Mythal to the girl, offering their full names and ranks as per her proper practice. “How’s it goin’,” the Darkness King said in short, giving the woman a nod of greeting before letting Seri lead the conversation. After all, she was definitely the conversationalist between the two of them.



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    Digit v2
    Digit v2

    Player 
    Lineage : Genes of the Godling
    Position : None
    Posts : 155
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    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Beira III of Utgardr
    Experience : 357,285

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    First Magic: The Abjugation Grimoire
    Second Magic: Royal Arms Grimoire
    Third Magic: TBA

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    Post by Digit v2 Yesterday at 1:57 pm

    The idea that she needed to whip up a group strong enough to defeat ten thousand men had come as a shocker to Levinia, but little did she know that that wasn't the only surprise she was bound to come across that day. Feeling like a fish out of water, what with all the military personnel all around in their prim and proper uniforms, as opposed to her informal dressing (a short-sleeved top, denim pants and combat boots), she felt relieved to see that the receptionist was polite, but she was not very delighted to hear that she might not be able to see "Dear Seri". Almost as if a curtain had been instantly drawn aside in her mind, she suddenly made sense of what the lady was saying. Had she just mentioned a "Field Marshal"? No, that could not be correct. Levinia was not here to see the overall leader of the Rune Knights. All she wanted was just a little advice from a wise woman.

    "Um, no... I didn't say anything about a field marshal..." Levinia started to say weakly, when the woman noticed people behind Levinia and greeted them, two if her words were anything to go by. Seeing as she had not attached any name to one of them, simply referring to her as "my lady", Levinia had no idea that the person she was looking for was standing right behind her. The only thing she could discern from the receptionist's address was that the other person was a director... perhaps the director in this military facility. Two important people were here, but they would probably move on, and allow her to better explain herself to the kindly receptionist. It was when the reply came, that Levinia's back stiffened, and the color fled from her face.

    How she had not somehow managed to put two and two together, she would never know. She knew most if not all the Gods of Ishgar by name; she knew there were four of them, very powerful beings who could probably bring a continent to its knees. And one of them was "Serilda Sinclair". "Seri" was a diminutive of Serilda, but Levie had never suspected that such a high and mighty defender of Fiore would be involved in such... more mundane matters. At this point of mental acuity, her brain decided to also slip in the fact that a director (being a top position) coupled with a "Ragnos" surname, could not be anything short of the God of Sedulity.

    Levinia had a sudden panic attack.

    She was very grateful to all her lucky stars that she hadn't fallen to the floor right there, and had managed to keep her knees from buckling, but she instantly began to hyperventilate. "Calm down, Levie. Take deep breaths... deep breaths," Trying to take in deep breaths, which began to help her rapid breathing, she slowly turned round, looking like she had just been spooked by a specter from the afterlife. She found herself looking at two officers clad in black: one, a woman with snow white hair and icy blue eyes; the other, a man with jet-black hair and ruby red eyes. And of course, they were both taller than she was. It was a hard fact for her to deal with, but she had been trying to make peace with that fact, that she was one of the shorter populations of Fiore... but right now, height and physical size hardly mattered. What was currently the most important thing to her was to limit how much of a fool she made herself before these people, because she was very sure she had already started off strong.

    Her eyes still wide, she took Serilda's hand with her prosthetic one, and managed a bright smile, though she still looked awestruck. "So, you're 'Dear Seri'!" she blurted out, then kicked herself mentally. Another score for making an idiot out of herself. "No, ah... um, it's a pleasure to meet you, Field Marshall Sinclair, Director Ragnos. I'm Levinia Arx Creuset. It's an honor... an overwhelming one," The last part was actually muttered. To Mythal's more informal greeting, she replied, "Uh, great. It's going great." She giggled nervously.

    Meeting two Gods of Ishgar at the same time had simply dismantled all the thoughts and plans she had for presenting her problems to "Dear Seri". She had expected, if she was favored so, to have been ushered to a nice quiet room, where she would talk quietly with a middle-aged, motherly woman over a cup of coffee, and discuss about who she could go to for help. With this new development, nothing was coming in the way of tactful presentation. It would be rude and silly to just stand there, gaping like a fish, instead of answering Serilda's question. She had to say something, but she knew not what.

    "Um, okay, I need help. I need your help." Perhaps it was just best to drop it as it was. If they would think she was crazy, they would probably have done so anyway, no matter how well she crafted her words. "I have to fight an army. A big one. And I can't do it alone." Her emotions began to get the better of her. "There's a village who wronged some guy, very rich and wicked kind of person, and now he's going to teach them a lesson by slaughtering all of them. My heart can't just take it; I have to do something, anything at all. But I'm only one girl, and he's got ten thousand men. I know you're really busy people, and I'm very grateful for even bothering to speak to me. I just need some advice, you know? Or, a recommendation, maybe? Anything that might help me win this battle."

    She knew that had to be about the weirdest thing Serilda might have heard today, if not in a while. Hopefully, she, or Director Ragnos might be able to set her on a path that would prove victorious in the end.

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