"Greetings. I trust the case of my eyes puzzles you, and rightly so. I... might've used my powers a bit too leniently and slacked on the necessary preparation and aftercare and thus left both my eyesight and oracle's vision clouded. I hope I am not offending you by meeting you in my... unfortunate state, but it has to be said I brought it upon myself by searching for remnants of house Arkdal. I am glad at least one found his way to us. Trust us, we at house Clasz meant no ill when we encouraged you to speak up your mind... we never guessed it would bring something like this upon you... Yurnero did not bless us with a warning..." lord Mortimer spoke to mainly Harol. He evidently did recognise Freya's presence, at least judging by his body language, but had not really said anything that would matter to her.
So even the great leaders of magical houses did sometimes mess up? Knowing this made Harol feel much better about the many mistakes he had made during his studied... well, not so many but with magic like his a simple mistake had the habit of incinerating buildings, smashing the caster bedridden for a week and such, they left quite the mark in one's mind. Before Harol had any chance to respond to the man, lord Mortimer opened his mouth again and now seemed to say something to Freya: "As for you, companion of... Harol, was it? Yes, companion of Harol. I've seen someone save his life in a fight before... well..." he said tapping the blindfold, "so you are as welcome here as he is. It is the least we can do for..." he then abruptly stopped mid sentence and moved his hand below the blindfold and apparently touched the general area of his left eye. As he pulled the hand back from there, it could be seen it had blood on it. "Oh dear...", he muttered, and then quickly spoke again: "Well, Cyrus will be here soon. Just sit tight, I'll need to..." and then he walked to the door, opened it and a male servant led him away. The same elderly lady that had brought them to the room smiled to Harol and Freya and closed the door behind lord Mortimer.
"Well sounds like there is nothing to worry..." Harol said a few seconds after what had happened. "I didn't have the opportunity to say anything back but I guess that'll have to wait." He then turned more towards Freya and continued: "But I guess you will not be able to relax, having the need to be always vigilant and all. I'd say have no fear but I guess that wouldn't help any." Having said what had been on his mind, while keeping his ears open Harol let his eyes scan the shelves around himself. He did not recognise any of the covers, but that was no wonder, given the magic of house Clasz had always been vastly different from the one of house Arkdal. They would showcase their own expertise like this, now wouldn't they? If they had books of mass-destruction magic, they'd be much farther into the library... but lord Mortimer had instructed them to await for Cyrus. The name rang no bells for Harol, other than the fact he was sure he had heard it mentioned by people of house Clasz in earlier visits. Must be someone of high station as well.
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And back I am. Exhausted, certainly, and may need a while for that to wear off, but I'm once more here to read and even write!
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Won't be replying for a while. Am hiking.
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My congratulations to the winners of TI9! Well played gentlemen, well played.
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Should have been writing posts. Took part in D&D shenaniganry instead. Got to fix that tomorrow.
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There's a lot of backlog here on my end. I'm trying my best to lessen it, but replies might be less frequent for a time. A welcome change from the nothing doing I went through though! Thanks partners!
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I suppose it is about time for me to copypaste fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
- I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
- I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.
- I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
- Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
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Well, I got to writing the post and it went on and on and on and on... and then I noticed I was halfway through seventh paragraph. Obviously that would not do simply because that would leave you very little to do so I chose to cut it all the way back to the end of fourth paragraph and save the rest until after you had posted.
Harol could somewhat understand Freya's fear of being simply turned in by house Clasz, but as Harol knew the house in question he knew that outcome to be extremely unlikely. Houses Arkdal and Clasz go way back, and even if it was not for the long-term friendship between the two families, house Clasz was not exactly the most... obedient house out there. After all, if they were why would they hide their warriors from the king instead of aiding the throne? And after all, it had been house Clasz that had convinced house Arkdal to say something against the wrongful treatment of them. They couldn't possibly deny Harol's request for sanctuary, nor could they leave Freya outside now that she was on the list of king's enemies just as well.
The heavily armoured warriors stopped at the main door of the manor, and the two that had walked in front joined their friends behind Harol and Freya. Then the door opened and an elderly lady in servant's outfit walked out and spoke to the group before the door: "Our awaited guests! How joyous are the heads of house Clasz to see you are both in one piece! Follow me, I will bring you to lord Mortimer right away." Wait, had Harol just heard correctly? They would be brought to lord Mortimer? The man usually only had brief meets with the most important people of house Arkdal, always said he was busy... Well, given Harol was one of the that remain, he was one of the most important people now that he thought about it!
Harol followed the servant inside the building, and noticed the warriors were not coming. These people must be some of the house's actual hired muscle. Otherwise they are just as anyone else, but they are forbidden entry to the main building and they get paid for being around. And they go through checks all the time... even if they don't know it. The house makes sure no man that would serve the king rather than the house would ever be a part of their group. But Harol and Freya were inside the building, following the servant to see the head of the house himself.
It was not a long journey through the hallways, but Harol noticed they had avoided the room that held the pride of the house, a giant marble statue depicting the guardian of the house, Yurnero, the Mask of truth. He was unsure why, but he did not mention it out loud. They soon entered the western wing library of the house, in which lord Mortimer awaited, sitting in a chair, his face towards a giant window with his back towards the door. "Oh lord Mortimer, may I present the warlock in learning Harol of House Arkdal and his companion", the servant said softly, and after Mortimer raised his left hand slightly off the armrest as a sign of hearing what had been said, she left the room and closed the door behind her. Lord Mortimer stood up and walked towards Harol and Freya, albeit a bit stumbling. As he had gotten close enough, Harol could see the reason to that, even against the light: The man's eyes were hidden beneath a piece of cloth.
The heavily armoured warriors stopped at the main door of the manor, and the two that had walked in front joined their friends behind Harol and Freya. Then the door opened and an elderly lady in servant's outfit walked out and spoke to the group before the door: "Our awaited guests! How joyous are the heads of house Clasz to see you are both in one piece! Follow me, I will bring you to lord Mortimer right away." Wait, had Harol just heard correctly? They would be brought to lord Mortimer? The man usually only had brief meets with the most important people of house Arkdal, always said he was busy... Well, given Harol was one of the that remain, he was one of the most important people now that he thought about it!
Harol followed the servant inside the building, and noticed the warriors were not coming. These people must be some of the house's actual hired muscle. Otherwise they are just as anyone else, but they are forbidden entry to the main building and they get paid for being around. And they go through checks all the time... even if they don't know it. The house makes sure no man that would serve the king rather than the house would ever be a part of their group. But Harol and Freya were inside the building, following the servant to see the head of the house himself.
It was not a long journey through the hallways, but Harol noticed they had avoided the room that held the pride of the house, a giant marble statue depicting the guardian of the house, Yurnero, the Mask of truth. He was unsure why, but he did not mention it out loud. They soon entered the western wing library of the house, in which lord Mortimer awaited, sitting in a chair, his face towards a giant window with his back towards the door. "Oh lord Mortimer, may I present the warlock in learning Harol of House Arkdal and his companion", the servant said softly, and after Mortimer raised his left hand slightly off the armrest as a sign of hearing what had been said, she left the room and closed the door behind her. Lord Mortimer stood up and walked towards Harol and Freya, albeit a bit stumbling. As he had gotten close enough, Harol could see the reason to that, even against the light: The man's eyes were hidden beneath a piece of cloth.
I would like to join, although I might face some technical difficulties in participation in July thanks to the finnish defense force wanting me back to service after I broke my arm and got sent home in February. But if a few weeks of lessened activity at that point will not account for too big of a problem, I'm in.
Now I was thinking about a religious individual to play as, armed primarily with a longbow but also carrying a small hammer as a backup weapon. He won't be a member of any organized group, so one could think of him as a lone pilgrim or something like that.
Now I was thinking about a religious individual to play as, armed primarily with a longbow but also carrying a small hammer as a backup weapon. He won't be a member of any organized group, so one could think of him as a lone pilgrim or something like that.
It was no secret that Harol was happy. His smile was wider than ever before, and for a good reason. His life was as safe as it had been... what, few days before? But at the very least, he was safe again. SAFE. Harol could have basked on the word for days, but he decided to leave it here and just smile. House Clasz would certainly keep them both safe, at least for a good while until the king figured out where he could have gone. House Clasz would be one of the last ones to ever get searched thanks to the fact the king thought they had no armed forces. Oh how wrong he was! Harol really rejoiced in this 'victory' of his but somehow managed to notice that Freya was much less content with the situation.
"What is it?" he quietly asked from Freya. "We are safe, you can finally have the long awaited time of not worrying. Are you suspecting another ambush or something?" Harol really kept his voice down to not let the knights hear. It was not that he didn't trust them, it was the fact Freya seemed to have a problem with something, and it could be these knights, even if she had known they'd accompany them, her being used to avoiding men of law in shining armour. He wanted to know what made her stay on guard even when she could finally relax after all these years.
After some time, maybe about thirty minutes, the group arrived to the gate that was the final obstacle between them and the most secure grounds of House Clasz. It was a giant steel gate that was moved by chains. Such a sturdy gate in the sturdy wall of the house did not draw attentiuon from the king, as the explanation 'It is for our safety, given we have no armed troops apart from hired muscle, and not very much of those either' had passed without him rising an eyebrow. The ornate gate featuring many symbols from eyes to hourglasses slowly moved out of the way as a few men pulled the chains that were attached to the great structure. On the center of the grounds stood the great house built of stone painted in faint purple. It never failed to earn Harol's admiration.
"What is it?" he quietly asked from Freya. "We are safe, you can finally have the long awaited time of not worrying. Are you suspecting another ambush or something?" Harol really kept his voice down to not let the knights hear. It was not that he didn't trust them, it was the fact Freya seemed to have a problem with something, and it could be these knights, even if she had known they'd accompany them, her being used to avoiding men of law in shining armour. He wanted to know what made her stay on guard even when she could finally relax after all these years.
After some time, maybe about thirty minutes, the group arrived to the gate that was the final obstacle between them and the most secure grounds of House Clasz. It was a giant steel gate that was moved by chains. Such a sturdy gate in the sturdy wall of the house did not draw attentiuon from the king, as the explanation 'It is for our safety, given we have no armed troops apart from hired muscle, and not very much of those either' had passed without him rising an eyebrow. The ornate gate featuring many symbols from eyes to hourglasses slowly moved out of the way as a few men pulled the chains that were attached to the great structure. On the center of the grounds stood the great house built of stone painted in faint purple. It never failed to earn Harol's admiration.
I am a bit torn on how I should continue... yup, again. I'm trying to come up with something but if you have any ideas you'd like to share, feel free to do so.
Harol followed Freya for a moment, but started to overtake her once they had made it far enough from the wreck he had caused. He had the rain hood on his head once again, and he could only hope he had managed to collect all of his belongings before they had had to go. "If Noddy survived, he will likely try to seek us out", Harol said to Freya as soon as they had made it outside of the village. "That is only his best interest, given I promised to free him of some of the favours. But I am unsure what happens if he was killed, and I didn't happen to look at the left side of the chasm where the assailants and Noddy must've been." Soon they would come to crossroads where they would take the right turn and dive into another forest, much like how they spent their time yesterday. The house Clasz was drawing ever nearer.
Just as they reached the edge of the forest, Harol had to stop for a drink. "So Freya, we are close", he simply told her before taking a sip from his waterskin, noticing how low on water it actually was. He had thought about filling it in the morning, but hadn't had the time thanks to the little ambush. Deciding to be a gentleman, he offered the rest to Freya, as she must have gotten thirsty during the trek as well. "You can have the rest. It's all we have but at the very least we will be at house Clasz soon." Handing the waterskin to Freya, he then continued walking rather slowly, letting her easily catch up and once she did, he returned to normal pace.
The shadows of the trees all around shaded the road nicely, and although it was still rather cool spring weather, Harol found this to be more comfortable than what it had been walking in direct sunlight for the start. At the very least the sun did not shine directly into your eye and the smell of the trees was pretty nice after all. But soon-ish they were interrupted by two warriors clad in full plate armour armed with heavy kiteshields and flails. The symbol on their shields however was familiar to Harol and he remained calm as one of them spoke: "You have arrived to grounds of House Clasz." The symbol looked like an hourglass at a glance, but if attention was paid to it, one could see it was a crudely drawn eye split from the middle and the pointy ends placed against each other*. "I do believe we have", Harol answered, "and I also think you have been expecting us. House Arkdal fell, as you should well know by now. Me and my friend seek sanctuary, and we know you can provide it." "And you are correct with all that, warlock. we will join you for the rest of you journey", the soldier confirmed and they tuned around to lead the way. It was only then the Harol heard noise from behind him. A quick look revealed three more warriors in similar gear. How had they managed to sneak there? Well, that mattered no longer, they were safe now.
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Just as they reached the edge of the forest, Harol had to stop for a drink. "So Freya, we are close", he simply told her before taking a sip from his waterskin, noticing how low on water it actually was. He had thought about filling it in the morning, but hadn't had the time thanks to the little ambush. Deciding to be a gentleman, he offered the rest to Freya, as she must have gotten thirsty during the trek as well. "You can have the rest. It's all we have but at the very least we will be at house Clasz soon." Handing the waterskin to Freya, he then continued walking rather slowly, letting her easily catch up and once she did, he returned to normal pace.
The shadows of the trees all around shaded the road nicely, and although it was still rather cool spring weather, Harol found this to be more comfortable than what it had been walking in direct sunlight for the start. At the very least the sun did not shine directly into your eye and the smell of the trees was pretty nice after all. But soon-ish they were interrupted by two warriors clad in full plate armour armed with heavy kiteshields and flails. The symbol on their shields however was familiar to Harol and he remained calm as one of them spoke: "You have arrived to grounds of House Clasz." The symbol looked like an hourglass at a glance, but if attention was paid to it, one could see it was a crudely drawn eye split from the middle and the pointy ends placed against each other*. "I do believe we have", Harol answered, "and I also think you have been expecting us. House Arkdal fell, as you should well know by now. Me and my friend seek sanctuary, and we know you can provide it." "And you are correct with all that, warlock. we will join you for the rest of you journey", the soldier confirmed and they tuned around to lead the way. It was only then the Harol heard noise from behind him. A quick look revealed three more warriors in similar gear. How had they managed to sneak there? Well, that mattered no longer, they were safe now.
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The chanting stopped, Freya moved and the lantern was swung. No more needed to happen for the magical forces to start rushing through Harol's body, eager to fulfil the Warlock's bidding. One could at first see nothing, but only after two seconds the very earth itself beyond the floor spilt into two, a massive crack forming onto the ground in a matter of seconds. Nothing could stand on the way of the mayhem unfolding before the Warlock as the magic cut through the door, walls, floor, more walls, anything really, splitting the earth into this spiky chasm and pushing anyone on it's way aside. Luckily for the assailants, neither had stood directly in front of the spell, for that would have made quite a mess, tearing them into two. Now they simply flew to the side and received the scare of their life (and a bump on their heads which collided with a nearby wall).
Harol pressed his teeth together and let the magic push forward. He really had not been prepared to cast anything of the magnitude thanks to only recently waking up, but it was more or less their only chance. He could hear buildings cracking in the distance as the chasm kept on reaching out. This spell could not be stopped prematurely. It would make its way where it wanted and then halt. And in a moment it did, and everything returned to the calmness that had existed before the incident of knocking on the door. "Well", Harol managed to speak inbetween his heavy breathing, "that's our route... out I guess..." He then proceeded to sway forwards towards the chasm, but managed to change the direction of his fall and collapsed on the bed behind him. "Let me just... take a breather... guess you need your boots and such too..." He was tired. Channeling magic always took its toll. He was still amazed how well he had handled the Carnesphere in the earlier encounter. Now this was what he was used to feeling like.
After a short break Harol stood up leaning on his staff and admired his handiwork. A clean cut mostly away from the city, although it did cost some poor fellow a house. He would not want to be around when they came searching for where that had come from. Harol inhaled deep and exhaled slowly, and then simply said: "We best get moving now. The chasm is really not safe to traverse as you can see, the surface is incredibly jagged so let us try and go straight to its right side. That's where we need to be after all and we really cannot jump over it. The problem with area denial I guess." It was time to leave for House Clasz. Boy would they be glad when they heard about this mess in the nearest village, that will totally help the locals trusting magic users.
Harol pressed his teeth together and let the magic push forward. He really had not been prepared to cast anything of the magnitude thanks to only recently waking up, but it was more or less their only chance. He could hear buildings cracking in the distance as the chasm kept on reaching out. This spell could not be stopped prematurely. It would make its way where it wanted and then halt. And in a moment it did, and everything returned to the calmness that had existed before the incident of knocking on the door. "Well", Harol managed to speak inbetween his heavy breathing, "that's our route... out I guess..." He then proceeded to sway forwards towards the chasm, but managed to change the direction of his fall and collapsed on the bed behind him. "Let me just... take a breather... guess you need your boots and such too..." He was tired. Channeling magic always took its toll. He was still amazed how well he had handled the Carnesphere in the earlier encounter. Now this was what he was used to feeling like.
After a short break Harol stood up leaning on his staff and admired his handiwork. A clean cut mostly away from the city, although it did cost some poor fellow a house. He would not want to be around when they came searching for where that had come from. Harol inhaled deep and exhaled slowly, and then simply said: "We best get moving now. The chasm is really not safe to traverse as you can see, the surface is incredibly jagged so let us try and go straight to its right side. That's where we need to be after all and we really cannot jump over it. The problem with area denial I guess." It was time to leave for House Clasz. Boy would they be glad when they heard about this mess in the nearest village, that will totally help the locals trusting magic users.
Why, thank you. I'll likely post once I wake up next morning, I've needed some time to think how to best describe the unfolding situation, and I think I now have a good grip on that, but too tired a mind to write it out 
I'm coming up with the spells as the story progresses, with the exception of Mystic Flare being similar in appearance (and having the exact same name) as a spell in Dota 2 possessed by Skywrath Mage. However, Harol's version is vastly more powerful. But back to my original point, most of the spells are named and designed by me.
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