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Majutsushi Ansatsu: Yume no Kiseki

"I hold a similar feeling." Damian whispered in response to the woman that approached his side. Taking note of the sharp looking woman he could tell she was well trained, the way she stood was most telling.

Before he could speak further the quartet had made a rather... explosive exit. He weathered it well enough, making sure his pack faced the least of it. Brushing his sleeves of leftover he watched one of the quartet return soon after, carrying one of the other girls upon her back, Lapis he thought her name was.

Feeling the back of his neck tense he turned, glancing up to find the leader of tower right as he introduced himself with a rather flamboyant entrance. It wasn't a bad introduction to be sure, simply more... interesting, to say the least.

The soft clicks of heels on stone pulled his gaze from the floating Sage to the staircase, where a young woma- he paused, eyes narrowing by a hair as he looked at her.

For a moment he could only stare, blinking. This woman, Brunhyldia, he knew that name. Hard not to and yet.. why was he feeling that she was... familiar.. It was a deep feeling, it had no words, but like a strange case of deja-vu he couldn't make sense of it fully.

Pushing it down he forced his gaze back to the man as he, Brun and the rest of the staff gave their complete entrance.

The woman beside Damian would hear a soft hum come from the man before his palms came to rest on his hips.

"Alright, if that's the case Arteus then it'd be time to have that meeting, no?"

Majutsushi Ansatsu: Yume no Kiseki

Seeing Triss release her hold in order to guard Bellum if things broke out into a tussle, both to protect her but also for the chance to sample her cooking... made him chuckle.

Same old Triss. Glad to know that hadn't changed one bit.

That still left the growing tension in the air between the Belua trio, and Damian didn't need an expert eye to see that these three had a history with each other. Couple different ways to break it of course but many of the ideas coming to the man's mind.... wouldn't be very beneficial to anyone, really.

Would it work quick? yes.
Would it be beyond stupid? Very much so.
Would it fit the situation? Very much no.

So, better idea. Change the focus.

With that in mind the man would walk a few steps closer, sound of his boots cutting through the silence with ease akin to ringing a gong. Stopping a few feet from them his eyes were jump between them as he spoke.

"So, did Arteus call for the four of you as well?" With the lightest tilt of his head the man look on, curiously. Seemingly unperturbed by either the growing tension or the dangerous airs about these new arrivals...

Majutsushi Ansatsu: Yume no Kiseki

{Collab post between Silver and myself}

[[ Damian ]]
Damian, while waiting to be admitted, had perked up when he first felt the energies upon the wind. His pack stilled while the man held the hood on his head, preventing it from blowing off. Not given much time to speak he huffed as the summoned bird took off for the city.

"My thanks miss, that lineup wa-" He spoke, but could barely hear his own words over the passing winds. With another huff, Damian simply opted to wait until they reached their destination.

It seemed however, that the Triad Witch had a detour in mind...

[[ Triss ]]
Triss spotted the giant bird swooping in from a distance as she confidently stretched her arms, signaling that she needed a ride to escape the crowd.

To her, this was a godsend from above, A timely rescue since she is practically drowning in the sea of her ravenous fans surrounding her and clinging to her like leeches.

"Whoops, gotta go! It was nice meeting you all, remember to SHINE BRIGHT EVERYDAY ~ BYE!!!!" The dwarf idol blows a kiss at her fans before being lifted by the sorcerer's wind magic, separating her from her followers.

Triss grips the hooded man's hand for leverage as she mounts the giant bird's back and takes flight.

While in Airbourne, the gladiator dwarf decided to have a small chat with the two passengers before arriving at their destination.

"Heh, thanks for the ride Mrs. Triad witch and hooded guy. I'm kinda embarrassed that you have to rescue me in that awkward spot. The price of fame amirite?" Triss scratches her head.

"Also thank you, stranger, we dwarves are cursed to have these stubby legs, giving me a wee boost is very much appreciated.." She turned her attention to the cloaked reaver, expressing her gratitude. She can't shake the feeling that this person is somewhat familiar to her...

[[ Damian ]]
The would nod at her thanks, the top of his hood hiding all but his mouth. He smiled, mouth opening to speak but stopped moments before the large bird banked, closing in on the tower. Had they moved that swiftly, he wondered.

Turning back to Triss, she would see the man offer a small shrug before smoothly pointing at the Tower courtyard and how close they were. The landing was just as smooth, despite the small drop off the large bird. Seeing that the Dwarven woman was alright he gave a nod before looking towards the others. He would say nothing as Rozemyne gave plesantries with the other witches that had flown in, nor when the whole group was addressed by Ruecien. As the doors opened he would turn to Triss, gesturing towards the doors before following the others inside.

Though it may not have looked like it from how he stood, or with the hood on his head, the man did listen to the introductions from those around them. Even better, they confirmed some thoughts he had for some of the members here. When the quartet of witches appeared Triss would hear a deep chuckle from the man.

"Quite the motley crew they have here, aye Triss?" Finally, he would pull the hood back, revealing his face for the first time as he looked her way, half smile on his face....

[[ Triss ]]
"Eh, I've seen better warriors in the arena than this lot. They are a bit on the scrawny side needs more meat on their bo--... wait a minute...You!" Triss stopped her yapping as she heard a familiar voice. A voice that belonged to a friend a long time ago. A friend who knows her struggles and embarrassing deets before becoming the superstar that she is today.

"You're a reaver too? where have been hiding? its been ages!" She asked, surprised that Damian is here.

[[ Damian ]]
A small half-smile formed while his shoulders bobbed, a shrug. "Heh, you know me, I travel as the wind blows. Besides, I had been writing letters, or did they get mixed in with the fan-mail miss Gladiatorial Idol?" Here, the half-smile turned into an all-too teasing smirk.

[[ Triss ]]
"Haha, you're funny-- my friend who has an absurd imagination and strange perception about me," Triss said with a loud voice and a fake hearty laugh, trying to mask what Damian just said.

She looks around and becomes wary of the other reavers. She became flustered as her cheeks turned red as a tomato. Her embarrassment soon turned into irritation as she puffed her cheeks and became aggressive towards her wandering friend.

Without warning, The dwarven warrior suddenly pounces and tightly grips Damian's neck with her arms, weighing him down from his back like a dangling feral cat, preventing him from further speaking about her past.

"Nothing to see here, just teaching my old friend a fighting move.. You can all move along!" She waves to the others as she had the beast whisperer in a chokehold.

"Shhh!! Not so loud, man-" Triss whispered to Damian, almost like a threat.

"I know you have been really close with the dwarven community, with having one of their sigil and all, but keep this secret of mine to the grave! Ixnay on calling me an idol around here. It's kinda weird coming from someone I know! I gotta start fresh.. ya hear?"

[[ Damian ]]
Despite the firm hold he could feel around his neck, he wasn't bothered by it. Chuckling with a slight grunt he straightened up, hoisting the Dwarven woman up with him, her feet now dangling. Giving her a look the man would whisper back. "Whatever you say, Triss, I got your back."

Majutsushi Ansatsu: Yume no Kiseki

The Towered City.

An uncommon name to the denizens of Morgenröte, more popular words resounding in their minds. But to those outside the city, in the farmlands and forests of the continent, it was fitting and was how most knew it by.

It was by that name Damian used as he traveled to this city surrounded by towers, not for the first time questioning his own sanity as he and his pack jostled from a stray stone.

"Mrrph?" A noise came from his pack.

"Just a small bump, likely a small stone under the wheel." A hand reached over, rubbing a part of the pack. There was a light huff, movement in the pack before it settled.

"Aye laddie, just a wee stone on the road. Beggan ye pard'n for the jostlin', the cart's been needin' a tune'r along the axel it does." A grizzled voice called from the front as Damian smiled under his hood, goodnaturedly of course.

"No need for apologies my friend, we can handle a few bumps along the road." That eared a barking laugh from the driver.

"Aye! That ye can laddie. Ohc me beard you tussled those were-batties but fierce to gettem outta me barn. Rightly inspired me son ye'did." The driver would hear a chuckle.

"I told you didn't I? You gave me free room and board, and your wife's hot meals were on the house. Handling a few things to help you out was the least I could do."

"HA! Yur al'ight, lad, despite ye usin' magik, yur al'ight. And huup!" With a pull of the reins the driver halted his beasts and stopped the cart. Seeing it was time Damian grabbed his things before hopping over the side. The wooden cart may have been old, but it was sturdy and strong. Just needed a little greasing on the axel was all.

"And here we be, laddie. Ye sure ye wish to walk'it from 'ere? T'weren't be nothin' to get ye closer?" Long of beard and burly, the driver looked over cursiously of his hooded passenger. Damian could feel that the man was of the good sort but it was easy to tell of the man's wariness for the city. He shook his hooded head.

"I'll be alright Gea'lim, this is perfect. Besides, the soon you head back the sooner your son can start working on the cart with the new book he just found under his bed." Seeing the knowing smirk on Damian's face Gea'lim laughed once more, slapping his knee.

"I kne'it! I kne'it that son'o'mine had the inklin' fer engineerin'!" His laughing fit paused when he heard a clank land beside his seat, the sound of jostlin coins easily heard. He picked it up, eyes widening at the weight.

"Ohc laddie! I told ye'dont need be payin' 'othin!" He turned only to see Damian had already started walking ahead. "Lad!"

"Your son's gonna devour that one book in less than a month's time, there's enough in there to get him started on the next few and for his entrance fee to the machining guild in Oklam's town when he gets older. After that there should be enough in there to get that cow your wife was talking about. Least I could do." Without another word Damian simply waved a hand over his head and kept walking. Gea'lim, dumbfounded, could only shake his head, securing his new fortune before turning his cart around to head home.

As Damian walked he felt a jostle from his pack.

"Don't worry, Gea'lim will be fine heading home. Nothing going to attack him." There was another shift.

"We won't have to worry about funds, I still have plenty left." He felt a jab into his back.

"Oh don't you get sassy with me little missy. Would you rather walk with me?" The jabbing stopped.

"That's what I thought. Besides, I can see the gate now." Coming around a bend in the glade Damian laid eyes on the outer walls of Morgenröte, its tall walls pristine yet sturdy and rugged. Stretching to the sides he could see where they connected to the main towers that the city was known for. Giving a huff of his own Damian trudged forth, face under his hood turning non-plussed.

"Time to get this over with, maybe then he'll finally stop sending me letters every damn month." Seeing the line up at the Northern Gate, Damian simply got in line and waited. The line appeared short though, so unless someone tried something the man wouldn't have to wait long...

Majutsushi Ansatsu: Yume no Kiseki

Damian Florestas

"The Beast Whisperer"

Name: Damian Florestas

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 24

Magic Divination: Espermancy, Galdr

Abilities

Esper
Clairvoyance (Past Sight): Given a target Damian can look into the past of any person, place or thing to witness a piece of their story.

Summon (ghosts): When tracking an illusive target, Damian can summon forth a shade of said target in order to better track them down when traditional hunting methods prove too slow or unusable.

Telekinesis: Damian has a minor affinity for telekinesis, only able to move objects only a few pounds in weight off the ground.

Forced temporal realignment: Combining his Clairvoyance and Summon abilities, Damian can repair inanimate objects by forcing their current broken state to match their past unbroken state.

Invocation
Animal Magnetism: A passive ability that allows Damian to calm and befriend animals of all kinds more easily. Whether normal, magical, mystical or summoned, Damian has a greater chance to bond with them far sooner than most. Note, this ability does not hamper or interfere with the bonds Summoners and Invokers have with their own Summons.

Whisperer: Damian has the ability to communicate with and understand animals of all kinds and species. This includes the feeling emotional spectrum of any given animal he's speaking with.

Spirit Infusion: By calling upon the name of a given animal or beast, Damian can infuse his body with their strengths and abilities. This technique can be used to enhance standard objects and other people as well.

Will of the Hunt: Calling upon the trait of carnivores, Damian infuses his gaze and aura with their instinct to kill and devour. Any caught in his gaze will have their fight/flight response triggered. Those strong enough of will can resist, made easier if not the target.

Non Magical Skills

Silver tongue: Due to Damian's time as a highly rated Photographer, he has a wealth of experience dealing with various levels of the upper class. Primarily, how to speak with various Nobles and not get exploited or ripped off. His reputation, presence and use of words make it difficult for most to ignore his wit and logic. Those of high intelligence and willpower can resist, but should still take heed lest Damian's own Charisma sway them without knowing.

Survivalist: Having to live in the wilderness for long periods of time in order to get the photographs he needs has forced Damian to learn how best to survive in the wild against all manner of beast, aberration and the miasma. If someone is ever stuck in the wilderness and Damian is with you, you are as good as saved.

Equipment

- Well used travelers backpack (Bag of Holding)
- Cooking supplies
- Survival gear (compass, rope, flint, etc)
- Longbow (Fae-make)
- Hunting knives (Machete)
- handmade Tomahawks
- Magi-tech Pistol
- Portable camera gear
- Pendent
- Guitar
- Tea kettle and set
- Tribal paints
- notebooks

Brief Background:

Despite his unassuming looks at first glance, Damian goes by another name; photographer of world renown, The Beast Whisperer. So named due to his skill in photography, beastiary knowledge and fondness towards animals of all stripes. Despite displaying some rather... eccentric behaviors, Damian's knowledge and services have remained in high demand.

One of those eccentricities lay in regards to his companion, a raptor-cat of rare pelt and coloration who travels with the man and rarely leaves his side. Her name is Chloe.

Chloe

Now, in prior years Damian has felt he had neither the time nor the interest to accept the invitations sent his way from the tower. After completing a recent job however, Damian decided it was finally time to see what all the hubbub was about. Venturing to the Tower was to at the very least listen to the Headmaster's request, alongside sating his own curiosities...

Anything else we should know about you:

Damian is a calm character, a professional known to stay focused on the job but equally known to relax when not. Apart from his reputation for excellent quality, Damian is well known for treating all clients equally, regardless of bearing or birth. Having traveled the world Damian holds a unique perspective from meeting and learning from people of all stripes, one that's a little more open to the stories of many.

This has garnered some annoyance from the upper Echelons of society, their long held beliefs being challenged. Damian on the other hand doesn't really care for his skills, achievements and reputation allow him to essentially do as he pleases. If a client proves uncooperative it's their reputation that gets damaged, not his.

Another point of contention is Damian's lack of affiliation with the Mage's Association, as Damian works as a free agent without oversight. While it has led to some slander from certain Nobles, their slander has never held water with many finding quick reason to stop. While words spoken against him barely garner a reaction, mistreatment of those unable to use magic or of common animals is a line that many learn never to cross. Though apart from bad food there really isn't much that ruffles his feathers, so to speak.

To the consternation of many, either in genuine interest or to get dirt on him, none have been able to gleam anything past what is already widely known. To many he is an enigma wrapped in mystery....

Other Notes

- Has abnormally strong mental defenses against psionic and magical intrusions
- Loves to learn about different cultures, through cuisine, music and mythologies
- Surprisingly competent archeologist and treasure seeker
- Has near encyclopedic knowledge of the worlds fauna
- Expert hunter and tracker
- Is an avid tea enjoyer

Majutsushi Ansatsu: Yume no Kiseki

Damian Florestas

"The Beast Whisperer"

Name: Damian Florestas

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 24

Magic Divination: Espermancy, Galdr

Abilities

Esper
Clairvoyance (Past Sight): Given a target Damian can look into the past of any person, place or thing to witness a piece of their story.

Summon (ghosts): When tracking an illusive target, Damian can summon forth a shade of said target in order to better track them down when traditional hunting methods prove too slow or unusable.

Telekinesis: Damian has a minor affinity for telekinesis, only able to move objects only a few pounds in weight off the ground.

Forced temporal realignment: Combining his Clairvoyance and Summon abilities, Damian can repair inanimate objects by forcing their current broken state to match their past unbroken state.

Invocation
Animal Magnetism: A passive ability that allows Damian to calm and befriend animals of all kinds more easily. Whether normal, magical, mystical or summoned, Damian has a greater chance to bond with them far sooner than most. Note, this ability does not hamper or interfere with the bonds Summoners and Invokers have with their own Summons.

Whisperer: Damian has the ability to communicate with and understand animals of all kinds and species. This includes the feeling emotional spectrum of any given animal he's speaking with.

Spirit Infusion: By calling upon the name of a given animal or beast, Damian can infuse his body with their strengths and abilities. This technique can be used to enhance standard objects and other people as well.

Will of the Hunt: Calling upon the trait of carnivores, Damian infuses his gaze and aura with their instinct to kill and devour. Any caught in his gaze will have their fight/flight response triggered. Those strong enough of will can resist, made easier if not the target.

Non Magical Skills

Silver tongue: Due to Damian's time as a highly rated Photographer, he has a wealth of experience dealing with various levels of the upper class. Primarily, how to speak with various Nobles and not get exploited or ripped off. His reputation, presence and use of words make it difficult for most to ignore his wit and logic. Those of high intelligence and willpower can resist, but should still take heed lest Damian's own Charisma sway them without knowing.

Survivalist: Having to live in the wilderness for long periods of time in order to get the photographs he needs has forced Damian to learn how best to survive in the wild against all manner of beast, aberration and the miasma. If someone is ever stuck in the wilderness and Damian is with you, you are as good as saved.

Equipment

- Well used travelers backpack (Bag of Holding)
- Cooking supplies
- Survival gear (compass, rope, flint, etc)
- Longbow (Fae-make)
- Hunting knives (Machete)
- handmade Tomahawks
- Magi-tech Pistol
- Portable camera gear
- Pendent
- Guitar
- Tea kettle and set
- Tribal paints
- notebooks

Brief Background:

Despite his unassuming looks at first glance, Damian goes by another name; photographer of world renown, The Beast Whisperer. So named due to his skill in photography, beastiary knowledge and fondness towards animals of all stripes. Despite displaying some rather... eccentric behaviors, Damian's knowledge and services have remained in high demand.

One of those eccentricities lay in regards to his companion, a raptor-cat of rare pelt and coloration who travels with the man and rarely leaves his side. Her name is Chloe.

Chloe

Now, in prior years Damian has felt he had neither the time nor the interest to accept the invitations sent his way from the tower. After completing a recent job however, Damian decided it was finally time to see what all the hubbub was about. Venturing to the Tower was to at the very least listen to the Headmaster's request, alongside sating his own curiosities...

Anything else we should know about you:

Damian is a calm character, a professional known to stay focused on the job but equally known to relax when not. Apart from his reputation for excellent quality, Damian is well known for treating all clients equally, regardless of bearing or birth. Having traveled the world Damian holds a unique perspective from meeting and learning from people of all stripes, one that's a little more open to the stories of many.

This has garnered some annoyance from the upper Echelons of society, their long held beliefs being challenged. Damian on the other hand doesn't really care for his skills, achievements and reputation allow him to essentially do as he pleases. If a client proves uncooperative it's their reputation that gets damaged, not his.

Another point of contention is Damian's lack of affiliation with the Mage's Association, as Damian works as a free agent without oversight. While it has led to some slander from certain Nobles, their slander has never held water with many finding quick reason to stop. While words spoken against him barely garner a reaction, mistreatment of those unable to use magic or of common animals is a line that many learn never to cross. Though apart from bad food there really isn't much that ruffles his feathers, so to speak.

To the consternation of many, either in genuine interest or to get dirt on him, none have been able to gleam anything past what is already widely known. To many he is an enigma wrapped in mystery....

Other Notes

- Has abnormally strong mental defenses against psionic and magical intrusions
- Loves to learn about different cultures, through cuisine, music and mythologies
- Has near encyclopedic knowledge of the worlds fauna
- Expert hunter and tracker
- Is an avid tea enjoyer

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

He could smell it, the closer they came to Aulbach's estate the stronger the stench became, the stench of miasma. With every step his frown deepened, eyes on a swivel.

As he and the group approached the gate his hackles raised. The moment corrupted beasts leapt towards both he and the newcomer, Morgan, two of the beasts would each find a Tomahawk lodged into their skulls as others were quickly met by shining steel brandished with fury.

'Hello convenient stress relief.' Were it any other situation Damian would have snorted at the thought, but right now cold fury held him. Another beast fell with a swing of his blade and with a tug of his free hand, one of the Tomahawks flew back to his open palm. In the same motion the axe was thrown to the other side, thread thin as hair glinting in the daylight as a beast leaping from Morgan's blind spot suddenly found the side of its head abruptly cleaved.

"I count another 16 more, Xashan. You?" His tone was serious but held little fire, seemingly reserved for his actions as he spun to dodge another beast, it's headless form tumbling into the hard stone below. "Make that 15."

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

By the time Damian had returned to his room he discovered that more time had passed than he thought. Figuring he could chat with the weapon-smith later, the man made himself a cup of tea, made his preparations for the trip then simply went to bed.

The next morning the group would find him waiting patiently leaning against a pillar. He didn't speak too much, outside of small greetings, the man more preoccupied with his thoughts, though that train was derailed the moment Arteus and the representatives from the church arrived. He didn't hide nor tense, hiding most thoughts behind a blank look.

'Well, this is it then, best make the most of it. Be good to see Aulbach and the others at least, see what they know about current events...' In the end he thought it better not to burn any bridges just yet, offering the smallest of nods in greeting to them before turning his attention to their, and now his, illustrious leader.

He'd admit, the artist in him was impressed by Arteus' sense of aesthetics for the spell. It broke a smirk out at the thought before pushing off the pillar, joining the group as they were greeted by other acolytes.

That smirk dropped like a stone the moment he heard of murder, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as they were lead to a waiting room. Leaning on a desk Damian dropped the bag beside him, listening with one ear while rummaging through the bag for what he needed.

A long sword strapped to his hip, what looked to be a harness for a pair of hatchets placed on his lower back, covered by his jacket and a long machete placed on his other hip. Double checking his other pockets and satchels he found nothing to be missing, feeling ready he closed the bag and looked back to the others.

The man had gotten a quick look at their supposed newest member before she and the almost feral woman who brought back the makara egg set off to who knows where in the city. He had felt the small pings from her attempts to enter his mind but he paid them no heed, while he doubted that was the ceiling of her mental fortitude pings of that level weren't enough to worry about.

What was enough was the mention of Miasma from the young minstrel sitting on one of the couches, the young feline Belua being the first to comment.

"Until we know more Miss Namista we can't outright say if its the cause or not. On the other hand however, the odds that it's connected are far more likely. Arteus-" He called out. "you give me a few hours and I can figure out what's really going on."

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

There would be a pause and Atreus would only feel the barest hint of shifting air be Damian would release the spell, revealing himself now standing on the floor, leaning against the wall with crossed arms.

"You'll have to forgive my wariness, my most recent dealings with the Church has not been the most... constructive in nature." Far from the jovial and warm visage the others had seen in the Mess hall yesterday, a stern and focused look was plastered on the man's face.

It was soon relaxed however with a breath out his nose. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he let out a soft sigh. "Feels like I can't ever get a moments rest with them, regardless of which faction I encounter. No matter."

Rubbing his face a moment Damian pushed himself from the wall, hands in his pockets. "All that aside, seems we finally meet Arteus. Did you wish to talk here or your office?"

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Not for the first time Damian asked himself why was he doing this again. Comfortably positioned where he could see all parts of the room he had waited since early morning for everyone to arrive. From his possible future compatriots filing into the room and making introductions to the visiting..... representatives from the Church.

The sight of them dredged up the urge to growl but instead kept silent. They weren't the main source of his ire and besides, hidden as he was no one knew he was there...except the Priestess no doubt. Seer's always made some things...difficult as it were. Still, he chose not to complain. Despite his instincts telling him to leave so as to not give the Church any more targets to destroy, he instead remained.

In the tower.

Hiding within the same room as the church members....

Why was he doing this again?

"Only the fish who swims against the river will know the source of flow..."

...ah, that's right. He wanted to damn the Elders and their divinations, but never had they steered him wrong before. Much as he wanted to simply move to the Southern continent as he had planned, he knew trusting his family's judgment was the right call.

So here he sat, hiding from all in the room. To anyone who tried to sense him out, Damian might as well appear to them as magical and as loud as a normal, unmoving wooden chair.

Didn't prevent the man from feeling this meeting was going to go swell...