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@rush99999
Yes, only handlers and the Volstryggr know about the actual ritual. Others do know that the ritual exists.
Yes, only handlers and the Volstryggr know about the actual ritual. Others do know that the ritual exists.
@rush99999
One of the first handlers attempted to use his sentinel to overthrow the Volstryggr family as head of the city. He was locked away in prison until his death. It is the only known case.
One of the first handlers attempted to use his sentinel to overthrow the Volstryggr family as head of the city. He was locked away in prison until his death. It is the only known case.
@rush99999
There have been only two cases. Once where a handler was kidnapped by a band of criminals. The other was when its Magnus core was severely damaged.
There have been only two cases. Once where a handler was kidnapped by a band of criminals. The other was when its Magnus core was severely damaged.
@rush99999
Emile nodding in affirmation, knowing that Cyth was someone that they both had looked up to "Right." He spoke as his friend made the wise assessment to bundle up. Cyth was almost considered a champion of spiritual magic so along with his sentinel he should have been able to handle anything. That is what made this so disturbing. What kind of power did the Blood Angel possess that he could kill not just a sentinel, but a seasoned warrior like Cyth? Finally donning their warm clothes, he and Jacoby would do their best to find out. Even with the warm, insulated clothing the winter wind still nipped at their faces while Bradamante remained unfazed. Emile would be inclined to joke about how lucky the sentinel was, but this was not the time "Bradamante, would you take us to the crime scene?" Sentinel were living archives of information, and part of that was a full memorization of the city's layout. Asking Bradamante was simply the fastest way to reach their destination "Certainty. I already have our path ready." Sentinel's voice were quite diverse, as was their appearance, but it always carried with it a sort of booming, echoing quality no matter the volume.
The soft, fresh layers of snow crunched and compacted under his heavy step. As a living suit of armor, normal thinking would assume they were quite slow. The opposite was in fact correct, most sentinels were much faster than any living creature on the planet. Emile started to follow after the sentinel when he asked a question "You don't think another handler and their sentinel did this?" He said in a quiet sort of way, even though Bradamante would easily hear him. Handlers are taught from the day they are selected to put the needs of others above their own goals, that the safety of City of Volstryggr and its people is their utmost concern. If the Blood Angel really was a handler, they would be breaking every tenet of their code. As they moved along the city streets, the patrolling police officers made sure to clear the way for them the best they could. Vey would be there most likely surveying the scene, for once she and Emile would have to get along.
@Mystery Bard
A bit of sadness sank into her well-framed features, a loose fist rising to her chin as she stated with disappointment "I see..." she spoke plainly, voice trailing off to almost a whisper as she seemed to descend into thought during his brief pause. Her eyes glanced around the shop seeming to search for something before Valmond addressed her and her interest in the feather. Helene crossed her arms across her chest giving a perfect, little smile "Then you must know what the Elixir of Life is? I would like to try my hand at creating one." She spoke with complete confidence about the most dangerous and difficult potion to make in the history of alchemy. The results of failing to complete the elixir were often catastrophic with the most common results being a large, chemical explosion or the release of a extremely deadly gas with no traceable color or smell. The production of single sip of this potion required half a lifetime's worth of experience and knowledge before an attempt could even be made.
There has never been a reported case of a vampire drinking one however, as there wasn't really a point. A scholar however theorized that by drinking an elixir of life, a vampire would 'come alive' for a short period of time. Helene took another look around the shop and seemed mildly intrigued "Well if you don't have a phoenix feather, perhaps you have something else to offer?" A subtle, playful threat in her voice as she clarified "A rare ingredient or a potent poison?" she asked with a deceivingly innocent smile.
@LordofthePies
Renal let out a small chuckle at Valvius's response "Of course." and settled in, leaning on a wall to watch Valvius work. He had let it slide once that he enjoyed the simple talk and atmosphere of Valvius's smithy, being in charge of the guard was enough to give him an unwanted amount of fame. Simply, This was Renal's time to relax and think more clearly "Indeed, our winter uniforms barely arrived." He replied in kind, appearing to realize where this conversation was headed "I don't see that changing anytime soon." A low growl seemed to accompany his words "The issue of a city with this much diversity and people, things stop standing out." He grumpily spoke with irritation, though it simply him voicing his frustration "Have you decided to visit your sister yet? Like everywhere else, the dockyards aren't quite busy this season." He seemed to be suggesting that Valvius should do just that. No one was safe from the Blood Angel after all....not anymore at least.
Emile nodding in affirmation, knowing that Cyth was someone that they both had looked up to "Right." He spoke as his friend made the wise assessment to bundle up. Cyth was almost considered a champion of spiritual magic so along with his sentinel he should have been able to handle anything. That is what made this so disturbing. What kind of power did the Blood Angel possess that he could kill not just a sentinel, but a seasoned warrior like Cyth? Finally donning their warm clothes, he and Jacoby would do their best to find out. Even with the warm, insulated clothing the winter wind still nipped at their faces while Bradamante remained unfazed. Emile would be inclined to joke about how lucky the sentinel was, but this was not the time "Bradamante, would you take us to the crime scene?" Sentinel were living archives of information, and part of that was a full memorization of the city's layout. Asking Bradamante was simply the fastest way to reach their destination "Certainty. I already have our path ready." Sentinel's voice were quite diverse, as was their appearance, but it always carried with it a sort of booming, echoing quality no matter the volume.
The soft, fresh layers of snow crunched and compacted under his heavy step. As a living suit of armor, normal thinking would assume they were quite slow. The opposite was in fact correct, most sentinels were much faster than any living creature on the planet. Emile started to follow after the sentinel when he asked a question "You don't think another handler and their sentinel did this?" He said in a quiet sort of way, even though Bradamante would easily hear him. Handlers are taught from the day they are selected to put the needs of others above their own goals, that the safety of City of Volstryggr and its people is their utmost concern. If the Blood Angel really was a handler, they would be breaking every tenet of their code. As they moved along the city streets, the patrolling police officers made sure to clear the way for them the best they could. Vey would be there most likely surveying the scene, for once she and Emile would have to get along.
@Mystery Bard
A bit of sadness sank into her well-framed features, a loose fist rising to her chin as she stated with disappointment "I see..." she spoke plainly, voice trailing off to almost a whisper as she seemed to descend into thought during his brief pause. Her eyes glanced around the shop seeming to search for something before Valmond addressed her and her interest in the feather. Helene crossed her arms across her chest giving a perfect, little smile "Then you must know what the Elixir of Life is? I would like to try my hand at creating one." She spoke with complete confidence about the most dangerous and difficult potion to make in the history of alchemy. The results of failing to complete the elixir were often catastrophic with the most common results being a large, chemical explosion or the release of a extremely deadly gas with no traceable color or smell. The production of single sip of this potion required half a lifetime's worth of experience and knowledge before an attempt could even be made.
There has never been a reported case of a vampire drinking one however, as there wasn't really a point. A scholar however theorized that by drinking an elixir of life, a vampire would 'come alive' for a short period of time. Helene took another look around the shop and seemed mildly intrigued "Well if you don't have a phoenix feather, perhaps you have something else to offer?" A subtle, playful threat in her voice as she clarified "A rare ingredient or a potent poison?" she asked with a deceivingly innocent smile.
@LordofthePies
Renal let out a small chuckle at Valvius's response "Of course." and settled in, leaning on a wall to watch Valvius work. He had let it slide once that he enjoyed the simple talk and atmosphere of Valvius's smithy, being in charge of the guard was enough to give him an unwanted amount of fame. Simply, This was Renal's time to relax and think more clearly "Indeed, our winter uniforms barely arrived." He replied in kind, appearing to realize where this conversation was headed "I don't see that changing anytime soon." A low growl seemed to accompany his words "The issue of a city with this much diversity and people, things stop standing out." He grumpily spoke with irritation, though it simply him voicing his frustration "Have you decided to visit your sister yet? Like everywhere else, the dockyards aren't quite busy this season." He seemed to be suggesting that Valvius should do just that. No one was safe from the Blood Angel after all....not anymore at least.
@rush99999
Haha, in all seriousness I'm not sure I will make Valtor the creator. It is true however that the sentinels were a lifetime of work, so the creator is dead regardless.
Haha, in all seriousness I'm not sure I will make Valtor the creator. It is true however that the sentinels were a lifetime of work, so the creator is dead regardless.
@rush99999
The last sentinel was built 90 years ago, only a decade after the city founding. It is unclear whether or not the designs for them were destroyed or lost.
The last sentinel was built 90 years ago, only a decade after the city founding. It is unclear whether or not the designs for them were destroyed or lost.
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