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The Exiled Mage
By: Imperfect Date: February 10, 2016, 2:31 pm
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Eyes dart around the darkness. A glow of amber; little gems
glisten under the moon's light in the window of a shop, the
cracked glass on the concrete floor proving to be a match for
the shimmer of the jewels in the store, as the rapid hands of
the black mage continue picking and pushing them into the
backpack she held firmly. The muscles in her arms flex, the
weight of the jewels not hindering her movements or her speed,
and after stuffing the last bit of it into her black bag, she
flings it over her shoulder with ease, heading out nonchalantly
into the cold of the city.
The city of fools; the air is icy though it didn't compare to
that of her homeland's forests, the singing bay, called so
because of the cries and howls of the glacial waters, was much
missed but the exiled one had been marked. In her father's eyes,
an execution would have been an appropriate exploit but as his
oldest heir and the certain rules in their society he wouldn't
go against his own flesh and blood. The hollers of a few dogs on
the road emits a role of her eyes before pacing with a quick
shift, back into the darkness, the men that pass by laughing,
pushing each other about, as she idly stands and watches shaking
her head at their ignorance.
What interested Irusia were not the mortals but the other
entity; the other presence that itched at her annoyingly, though
she couldn't pinpoint the source of the power that emanated and
filled the dull streets. It caused somewhat of a rift in her
otherwise preoccupied mind but with the woman's compulsiveness,
not knowing something only irritated her, so she follows the
group of men, in hope to find this other stranger, keeping
herself at a safe distant, but not too far either. The smell of
danger was near and Irusia wore it like a perfume, her favourite
perfume. As they continue and come to what seems to be the end
of the street, she slows down.
The mage was blind, but her other senses were more than enough
to compensate for her one weakness.
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Re: The Exiled Mage
By: Default User Date: February 12, 2016, 9:27 am
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Shadows; bound to the form of a man, draped in silence like a
cloak, shifted between shop and stall unnoticed. Coins,
trinkets, anything within arms length was gone without
complaint. No one was the wiser; none of the merchants would
even suspect they were being burgled, as darkness swept across
the shopping district of the small town and left it without a
trace. The thief moved away from the area with cautious steps;
slowly dropping the many spells that lay weaved about his form,
as he brought about a small black satchel and examined the
stolen goods.
"Maybe a grand at most" he thought "This little town is all
tapped out"
He wandered for a few minutes; checking for other locations to
steal from, but to his dismay, the city was nearly empty
nowadays. It had become nothing more than a small port for
shelter and horribly over priced wine. The few establishments
still pulling in the real money were well guarded and their
owners even moreso. So they were always out of the question for
a single thief...
As the black clad man roamed the alleys and worked his way
closer to a small shack near the edge of town, he made a mental
note regarding an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not one
of hunger; though he was starving after the hours of walking,
but instead it was one of worry. He often trusted his instincts
and ran when confronted with something he was unsure of, but
this time he felt as though waiting was the best option. He
stowed away the day's haul in a small safe hidden deep inside
the humble shack, went outside into the nearest alley once more,
and with a practiced speed and grace, began channelling a vast
array of unseen spells simultaneously.
The area grew deathly quiet; as if sound was too weak or too
scared to move through the small alley, and after the silence an
unhealthy stillness seemed to grip the confined walkway. The air
tasted stale; as if already there was death upon the breeze, and
yet there was no breeze, nor sound, and within a few seconds the
smallest of shadows at every corner and crevice nearby, had
expanded up onto the walls and engulfed the entire area.
Darkness washed over the hallway as if midnight arrived early,
and with his eyes slowly closing, the thief ushered one spoken
word and the entire area returned to normal. Reverting to the
late evening, the air blowing down the darkening alley, the
light sound of wood creaking and distant footsteps. It all
returned in an instant as the thief opened his eyes and casually
leaned against the nearby walling of another small shack.
He knew that whatever lay in wait for him or sought him out was
on the way. He had felt it without uncertainty, and now he would
await fate's arrival...
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Re: The Exiled Mage
By: Imperfect Date: February 12, 2016, 11:58 am
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Irusia had only just arrived in this broken, poor excuse of a
city, with no law reinforcement to put any of the residing
citizens at rest - their town was being turned over in the dead
of the night and it seemed even the ruling bodies had given in
to the thieves, the violators of basic moral principle. Among
them, there were two, one being herself, mystical beings, that
seemed out of place, yet assimilation and -intelligence- allowed
them to seem like any other, on the prowl. He was different, his
powers were unique to hers and this only intrigued her further.
"Damn it," she whispers, both annoyed that she had missed that
minor deter and enthralled that she could finally have some sort
of contact with another who practised magic, openly. After all,
she had been thrown out of her city and hadn't had the chance to
meet another, being so busy with stealing and trying to conjure
up enough to go elsewhere. She was left with little to no powers
and needed to find the darker ancients, those willing to face
penalties for the sacrifices she would offer them in return for
her magic, in return for a pendant she held dear. She had a
cellar full of squealing humans, some that had come to welcome
the idea of death, others still reluctant, losing and regaining
their voice to scream, the same tedious cycle every night,
hoping for a saviour to come along but deep down, knowing
better; none would.
The woman wasn't aware where her teleportation spell would lead
her, only following her gut and letting it take control of her,
trusting her instincts entirely. When she was met with the cold
ground under her bare feet, she took a few steps forward,
reaching out so her fingers could touch the nearest wall, to her
right. She walked, nails hovering over the wall, barely touching
it, before there was no more wall left for her to graze. It was
an alleyway. And there he was, leaning, waiting.
"How did you know I'd come?"
She asks, haunted, colourless eyes seemingly looking through
him, continuing forward with no plans to stop until she's
completely ignored all sense of personal space, sniffing at his
clothes, his face, his chest, bottling his scent in her memory.
And then, leaning forward, showing the blue veins under her pale
forward, she speaks once more, her voice resonating in the air.
"And what the fuck are you. . . exactly?"
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Re: The Exiled Mage
By: Default User Date: February 12, 2016, 12:12 pm
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The thief was pleased when his snare worked perfectly; almost
laughing aloud when another wielder of the arcane came walking
into the alleyway, but when the woman approached without
hesitation or concern, his own concern began to grow. Surely she
would have felt the pressure of his magic, and yet she walked
straight down the path of waiting darkness and breached the
security of his own personal space. With her lips so close; her
own scent lingering on the air before being strewn down the
alley with the breeze, the thief hesitated to give a direct
response. His instincts told him to pop the trap and run for
cover, but there was no way of knowing when he would again meet
a wielder of powers like his own, and he was too curious to let
his thoughts of flight continue.
Instead; though it took extreme willpower to do so, he
straightened out before the wall and circled the seemingly young
woman. He took in every inch as he walked casually about her,
and when he had come full circle he addressed her with a polite,
although icy tone. "I am as you are... and I knew you would come
because I led you here"
His words fell from between his lips as a sly smile toyed with
his expression of calm. His normally blue eyes shone with an
intense curiosity as he looked over her facial features and came
to find nothing. There was no fear or worry. No anxiety or
hesitation. How she could be so resolute was beyond him, but as
he once more leaned against the wall in a relaxed position, he
began preparing for the worst and silently hoping for the best.
She could be a foe no doubt; though her willingness to step into
the range of his spells would say otherwise, but on the chance
she was an ally, he waited and watched her.
It had been many ages since he had ran into another arcane
artist, and the last was far less attractive, and far more rough
around the edges. He could tell without needing to witness her
power that she was confident and competant; two dangerous
qualities in a mage, and two very bad things for him should it
turn into a fight, but still he wanted to know more about her,
so he stayed and waited.
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Re: The Exiled Mage
By: Imperfect Date: February 12, 2016, 12:42 pm
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Irusia seemed weak but the dark magic she toyed with was one of
the reasons she had been lead out of the singing bay and any
refined mage would come to realise just how powerful she is and
how far she was willing to go to secure her powers once more.
She could sense his unease at her intrusion, but chose to ignore
it, pale skin and pale hair would blend well with the white
satin of a coffin, but her own death wasn't on her to-do list
today, figuring that ignoring the trap he had set up would be
better than to acknowledge it and give him wisdom on just how
observant and skilled she is. Instead, she thought it better for
him to believe she was oblivious to it all. But through all
this, she didn't underestimate him, the capacity of his own
prowess evident.
When he circles her, he would come to find salacious curves,
long ivory plaited hair resting between her chest and the ragged
clothes that covered her, grey with dirt. As he rests against
the wall once more, she nods in respect for his words, her right
hand coming to lay flat on his bare skin, cupping his cheek
before the fingers on her left proceed to softly trail over his
features. His brows, eyes, nose, and finally lips, coming to
stop at his chin.
"Hmmm," it was a hum of approval, "right, let's go."
Having said this, not caring for consent, her left hand
retrieves back to her side, the right one taking his to lead him
to her lair, her prison of -subsequently- weak corpses. A portal
opens up, and within a second, they stand before a black
building, debris scattered on the vast plain, full of dying
flowers and fauna. The odour was enough to draw anyone away and
she finally lets go of his hand, stepping over the dead animals
nonchalantly, accustomed to where they were, having done this
time and time again whenever she lured fresh meat back here.
"Come now. . ."
And when she opens the door, he would hopefully come to realise
she would be no threat to him unless of course, it came to it.
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Re: The Exiled Mage
By: Default User Date: February 12, 2016, 12:55 pm
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As if the day hadnt started off odd enough; finding another mage
when so few existed, now this obviously attractive and powerful
female was leading him away from his well planned trap and
elsewhere. What would happen? What could he do? He had so many
questions, and yet with her leading him forward through the
portal, he let them all go. His fascination in finding a new
form of magic and witnessing such delicate features manifesting
them was too much to hide or stop. His eyes were alight with
possibilities as he passed through the horizon and entered the
other world.
The instant change in pressure; the smell of death, the twisting
and writhing of shadows, it came as a surprise to the thief as
she let go of his hand, and even still he knew he would not stop
following until she wished him gone. There was an unmistakeable
appeal to the woman, and so far, Aden; the Thief, would allow
his curiosity to stretch further. He would learn what he could
and prepare a route out should he need to... After all, being in
an unknown land, within the grip of another mage's power, was
not the greatest of ideas for one such as himself. He had to
stay cautious and alert if he was to guarantee his own survival.
But he anxiously awaited what lay further inward as the young
woman opened the door and addressed him to enter. What sat
beyond the door would surely be worth seeing if she had brought
him all that way. So with a final look back at the portal soon
to close, he entered the doorway and waited for his eyes to
adjust...
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Re: The Exiled Mage
By: Imperfect Date: February 12, 2016, 1:47 pm
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"You're going to need a strong stomach for this. . ."
Beyond the entrance to her own experimental prison, there were
sixty bodies, both male and female alike who were evidently
malnourished, heavy bags weighing their eyes down, empty eyes
void of any emotion but the ongoing turmoil Irusia had
introduced. There were bonds keeping them from escaping, the
very few who had done so had paid the price and were lying in
the corner of the room, a lesson to everyone else. They were
stricken with hope when they looked up, to find the man standing
beside Irusia, probably assuming he'd be their ticket to eternal
freedom. And who knows, perhaps he would be. But Irusia hoped
deep down he'd cooperate and even help her in her venture, for
it would be of value to him too if he did. It would mean more
power, irrefutable strength.
To deny her of what she wanted more than anything in the world
would be a consequence in itself.
When she had traced his features earlier, she had been surprised
to find the face of a handsome creature, more or less her age,
though she was unsure still of her assumptions. The air, unlike
earlier, was thick with a vile force, one only welcomed by the
Devil, and the stench of excrement made it heavier and
unwelcoming. Irusia paid no mind to this and continued on,
through the bodies and down to the end of the room, inviting him
to come with an incline of her head.
If he was willing to help she would forever be in his debt. And
they could end up becoming great alliances, maybe something
more, the possibilities were endless. As of right now, she
didn't get her hopes up but spoke up once more, to explain why
these bodies were necessary.
"You see. . . the ancients, the twisted ones anyway can help me
but in order for that to happen, they would ask for something in
return."
She left out what she needed 'helping' with intentionally,
waiting for a reaction.
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Re: The Exiled Mage
By: Default User Date: February 12, 2016, 2:00 pm
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Aden instinctively recoiled at the sight before him; his nature
being one of the thief and not one for the macabre or darker
arts, but still he had seen his fare share of wicked enterprises
and dismal abodes. So after a few moments of further solidifying
his resolve, he was capable of withstanding even the atrocious
odor that wafted to and fro in the dank dungeon of near decayed
living beings. His eyes wandered over each and every human who
lay in tatters; physically and mentally broken beyond repair,
and with a few steps here and there to further inspect the
obvious sacrifices nearby, he looked back to the woman leading
him into damnation.
As she spoke; though barely audible against the forced breathing
and groans of pain coming from all directions, the thief's
attention was caught and his curiosity piqued. "Ancient ones?"
He asked with a light grin "As in those we mages are forsaken
from speaking to or bargaining with?" His question was lightly
spoken; no hint of amusement or delight in the civil toned
words, but deep down he was suddenly aware of what the woman
truly was. Of the dark and malevolent ways she held. He did not
wish her to know his excitement just yet; nor did he want her to
think him completely disinterested, so instead of acting on urge
or impulse, he remained calm as he followed along in her wake.
Painfully aware of each set of eyes that rose to look upon him.
Each hopeful expression quickly wiped away when next he did
speak.
"What would they ask, and what.... do you wish from me?"
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Re: The Exiled Mage
By: Imperfect Date: February 12, 2016, 2:58 pm
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"Yes," she answers, "those ancient ones."
Irusia had already been acquainted with a few but to call upon
them unprepared was to disregard the respect they demanded and
they'd deny any requests she had, so she made sure that everyone
and everything was in place before the thought of welcoming them
even crossed her mind. However, they would surely revel at this
sight. After all, it was these strong, healthy hearts that
revitalised and kept them going and in that discourse, she would
not only be ranked among them but also favoured and essentially,
that's what the mage required. Power on her side.
Her brows furrow as he asks his second question, thinking that
was obvious but clearly mistaken.
"Look around you dear. . . these humans are what they'd ask for.
How do you think the darker immortals retain their power?"
She pauses for a moment before continuing, thinking it safe to
trust him, though not completely. He had a long way to go for
Irusia to let her guard down.
"As for what I need from you. . ."
She needed one thing but she didn't know yet if he was willing
to give it. She didn't have enough power to conjure the dark
entities by herself, so she needed to draw on his power in order
to do so. The two of them together would also bring delight to
the world he seemingly hadn't visited, judging by his first
question, to have not one, but two archaists call upon them when
they were shunned by every other mage, they would be rewarded,
generously.
"I need to bind our powers," her colourless eyes look up, "my
intentions are pure."
My intentions with you at least.
As for my father. . .
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Re: The Exiled Mage
By: Default User Date: February 12, 2016, 3:12 pm
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One word rung in his mind like a whaling alarm. "Pure" She had
said it with crystal clear intent; no hiding what she felt or
meant. Yet the word alone seemed like a dark portal to the
thief's mind as he wondered whether to believe her. Put simply,
it sounded so wrong under the circumstances, to state any intent
as pure; though as the thief knew, purity was more of an idea
related to conviction than to good, and as he let it sink in
what she had said and truly thought over the idea of
relinquishing his power to her, even for a moment, he began to
truly worry.
If she were to take his power for but a moment, or feed from it
during some ritual, he would surely stand no chance. With each
passing moment and step farther into the interior of her
dungeonesque lair, he knew he stood less and less likely to
survive. Yet he continued onward, through his own fears, and now
stood at the precipice. One step forward could be his last, and
one backwards could be too late. There was little choice; she
had won already, and he knew it. If it were chess, he already
knew what he would do, and where she would move to end the game.
No more chances appeared for the thief, and even if he used all
of his power, escape wasnt a guarantee.
He couldnt run
He couldnt hide
He didnt want to... As his mind cleared and his thoughts reeled
in, Aden finally figured out why he followed in the first place.
It wasn't for the physical attraction to the female mage; though
her figure and voice were enough to captivate, and it wasnt for
his want to learn, but instead it was for his instant knowledge
that she would lead him further than he had ever been before.
She would push him over the edge and let him fall when he
wouldnt do it himself. She would not be his savior, but the one
who damned him...
What he had waited for... for so long
His eyes turned to meet hers; though his view was that of the
future to come as he saw it, and with a shallow voice rising up
into that of a confident man, he agreed to help.
A simple smile; genuine for the moment, graced his lips as he
nodded to her and spoke with the subserviant tone he knew from
ages of study under a master mage. "Lead the way"
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