It is definitely much more complex when the Summoned is a living being, and especially a relatively intelligent being like a wolf (as opposed to a worm or something).
In my opinion, all of those things you mentioned amount to a metaphysical bond between Val'kur and the wolf, and would indeed make summonings easier to pull off. Again, the main limiting factor I see is that the wolf will be just a wolf. No Bonded super-wolves for novices.
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A self-trained novice, actually, Selia. If he formed a non-magical bond of friendship with the wolf before-hand, I think it would be quite simple for him to take the next step and magically bond with it. The wolf just wouldn't receive too much of a benefit from the bond. It would remain a mundane wolf in most/all respects.
(Though I am not Tali, and her perspective on Conjuration might be different)
And you stay away from her! Mizzie has her big sister back now, and Sera is one little Faerie you do not want to piss off. She'll mess you up!
(Though I am not Tali, and her perspective on Conjuration might be different)
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If Mizzie is the same as in the last game, then I can say this WILL be fun :P Though I had some plans for that, now I have some other ideas. *cue maniacal, evil laughter followed by coughing*
And you stay away from her! Mizzie has her big sister back now, and Sera is one little Faerie you do not want to piss off. She'll mess you up!
Hey now. Let's start with goats, and work our way up to virgins. No need to waste.
Name:
Emma “Dilemma” Robinson
Sex:
Female
Blood Status:
Pure-Blood
Appearance:
History:
Probably placed in Gryffindor because of her tendency even at eleven to trailblaze her way through life, conventions be damned, Emma Robinson nonetheless had to grow into herself, and is currently very different from the quiet little girl who first stepped into the Great Hall to be sorted. Her parents, both descended from powerful Kenyan wizarding clans (distantly, in her father's case), considered her a prodigy (though they probably thought too much of her natural talent), and taught her as much African and Western magic as she could handle even before her Hogwarts letter arrived, taking her to get her wand at eight, but starting the wandless training even before that. As a result, when the young witch actually went off to “real school” a few years later, she was accustomed to their impromptu lessons and enthusiastic encouragement of individual research and discovery, and found it difficult to fit into the more rigidly structured Hogwarts system. This landed her in detention many many times in her first few years, as she would try to develop her own spells and potions, mostly to disastrous effect, or sneak into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night to talk to the centaurs. If it isn’t obvious, this is when her classmates started calling her “Dilemma”, as she always seemed to have detention for something or other. To this day, the name has stuck (mostly because it's fun to say).
Emma took it in stride, laughing at her mistakes and failed experiments with everyone else, and truly came into her own in her third year, when she discovered the Dueling Club. From that point on, she focused a majority of her excess energy and passion into dueling, having never done something quite so fun, and trained as much as she could for her matches, thus cutting down on the experiments and detentions. It took her longer than she would have liked, but two years later she had become the dueling queen of Hogwarts, captain of the club and feared by every member for her inventive jinxing and powerful curses. On the academic side, however, Emma’s scores seemed quite weak. She barely got through classes like Potions, Divination, Herbology and History, where she couldn’t use much or any “practical” magic, but on the other hand, those classes that DID focus on magic (Charms, Transfiguration and DADA) she excelled in, up to and through the N.E.W.T. level. The only non-practical studies she ever did well with were Alchemy, due to its usefulness in “Hedge” magic, and Artification, because of the same. Her non-traditional studies got her interested, and once she was hooked, as usual, there was no way she couldn’t learn everything possible.
Near the end of her seventh year, she got together with a few of her friends and helped to put together a grand adventure, a Pilgrimage around the world just like the famous old wizards and witches of the past. There was no doubt, it was a perfect opportunity to learn about the Muggle world, to learn magic she had never even dreamed of… and to find herself some treasure!
Credentials:
Charmer (2)
Defender Against the Dark Arts (2)
Transfigurer (2)
Alchemist (2)
Duelist (3)
"Hedge" witch (2)
Artificer (2)
Wand:
Padauk, 11 1/2”, Dragon Heartstring, "Supple"
Because of excellent balancing, it is light and mobile in the hand. Described by Ollivander as “very good for transfiguration, and, in the wrong hands, dangerous,” due to the relatively chaotic Paduak wood (the wood's natural connection to entropy facilitates the shifting and destruction of forms). Since then, with Emma, the Padauk wand has absorbed her intense passions, even further enhancing its combative tendencies.
Alma Mater:
Gryffindor.
Extra Information:
Emma “Dilemma” Robinson
Sex:
Female
Blood Status:
Pure-Blood
Appearance:
History:
Probably placed in Gryffindor because of her tendency even at eleven to trailblaze her way through life, conventions be damned, Emma Robinson nonetheless had to grow into herself, and is currently very different from the quiet little girl who first stepped into the Great Hall to be sorted. Her parents, both descended from powerful Kenyan wizarding clans (distantly, in her father's case), considered her a prodigy (though they probably thought too much of her natural talent), and taught her as much African and Western magic as she could handle even before her Hogwarts letter arrived, taking her to get her wand at eight, but starting the wandless training even before that. As a result, when the young witch actually went off to “real school” a few years later, she was accustomed to their impromptu lessons and enthusiastic encouragement of individual research and discovery, and found it difficult to fit into the more rigidly structured Hogwarts system. This landed her in detention many many times in her first few years, as she would try to develop her own spells and potions, mostly to disastrous effect, or sneak into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night to talk to the centaurs. If it isn’t obvious, this is when her classmates started calling her “Dilemma”, as she always seemed to have detention for something or other. To this day, the name has stuck (mostly because it's fun to say).
Emma took it in stride, laughing at her mistakes and failed experiments with everyone else, and truly came into her own in her third year, when she discovered the Dueling Club. From that point on, she focused a majority of her excess energy and passion into dueling, having never done something quite so fun, and trained as much as she could for her matches, thus cutting down on the experiments and detentions. It took her longer than she would have liked, but two years later she had become the dueling queen of Hogwarts, captain of the club and feared by every member for her inventive jinxing and powerful curses. On the academic side, however, Emma’s scores seemed quite weak. She barely got through classes like Potions, Divination, Herbology and History, where she couldn’t use much or any “practical” magic, but on the other hand, those classes that DID focus on magic (Charms, Transfiguration and DADA) she excelled in, up to and through the N.E.W.T. level. The only non-practical studies she ever did well with were Alchemy, due to its usefulness in “Hedge” magic, and Artification, because of the same. Her non-traditional studies got her interested, and once she was hooked, as usual, there was no way she couldn’t learn everything possible.
Near the end of her seventh year, she got together with a few of her friends and helped to put together a grand adventure, a Pilgrimage around the world just like the famous old wizards and witches of the past. There was no doubt, it was a perfect opportunity to learn about the Muggle world, to learn magic she had never even dreamed of… and to find herself some treasure!
Credentials:
Charmer (2)
Defender Against the Dark Arts (2)
Transfigurer (2)
Alchemist (2)
Duelist (3)
"Hedge" witch (2)
Artificer (2)
Wand:
Padauk, 11 1/2”, Dragon Heartstring, "Supple"
Because of excellent balancing, it is light and mobile in the hand. Described by Ollivander as “very good for transfiguration, and, in the wrong hands, dangerous,” due to the relatively chaotic Paduak wood (the wood's natural connection to entropy facilitates the shifting and destruction of forms). Since then, with Emma, the Padauk wand has absorbed her intense passions, even further enhancing its combative tendencies.
Alma Mater:
Gryffindor.
Extra Information:
Well, Edonil is just being quiet...
Not exactly as pressing as Mizzie's freaked out-ness. ;) You don't treat sprained ankles when someone else has a broken leg.
Not exactly as pressing as Mizzie's freaked out-ness. ;) You don't treat sprained ankles when someone else has a broken leg.
And now I've posted as well. A tiny elf in need of kindness? Tenanye Seraphe, friendly Faerie extraordinaire, is on the case!"Oh, Hadvar, you are just too kind!" Hovering a few feet above the ground, Sera kissed the innkeeper on the cheek. Blushing just a bit behind his massive red beard, he said "That's alright. I make it a point not to charge my friends to stay at the inn. And besides, with all of the singing you've been doing, you've more than paid for a few nights of rest..." The big man seemed suddenly wistful, as he poured himself another pint of mead. "You know, Sera, as a child my mother would tell me stories about Faeries. She had known one, you see, in her youth. Heh, according to her, it's so cold up here your people avoid it like the plague! Would you believe that you're the first to stay at the inn since I took over from my Da?"
Mock-shivering a little, Sera laughed, a high, clear sound like the tinkling of bells. "I would! I don't know how you humans stand it. My wings have frozen over twice since I got to Preicana. If I hadn't stumbled into your inn and had all of that mead, I probably would have frozen to death!" The young Faerie was not dressed for this country's weather, wearing only a thin, knee-length dress, but really, the cold didn't bother her all that much. The true reason there weren't many Fae in Preicana was likely just distance. Most of them tended to stay in their own cities, and the nearest Faerie forest Sera knew of was her own, a very long way to the South. A few minutes later, the two were standing near the heavy oak door, and Sera was holding her very small bag of belongings. "It has been a great pleasure, Hadvar," she said, bowing formally and making the sign of her faith (three fingers over her heart). The innkeeper made the responding sign she had taught him (three fingers on the forehead), and smiled after her as she floated out into the cool morning air.
"The city isn't far from here, Sera!", he called out. "You'll come and visit the inn sometime, won't you?" Laughing, she waved back at him, saying "I will, Hadvar, don't worry! And maybe you'll have found a woman by then, eh?" Chuckling a little, the big man watched her go, then closed the door and busied himself with his early-rising customers. As for Sera. this was the last leg of her very long Northward journey, and she was excited. Finally, the day had come, and she was going to begin her education. Well, her "real" education. Her family, and the other monks had taught her some things, a bit of healing magic and some fairly powerful Alteration spells, but it was haphazard, and she knew that attending this College was the only way she could really become a master Altrist.
It was probably because she was zipping along on her wings, well-rested after the stay in Hadvar's inn, but in what seemed like no time at all Sera had come to the gates of Maldoryn. It was massive! She had been through several cities during the journey, but none of them even came close to the size of Preicana's capital. And, there, rising above the rooftops on a huge, raised plateau was her destination: The College. It was even more grand than she imagined, though she still hadn't quite begun to appreciate human architecture. Sera thought, hovering there above the cobbled street, that she would always prefer the trees of her homeland. Now that she knew where it was, though, there was no time to waste! Singing merrily to herself, the Faerie quickly flew through the various districts, taking alleys and sidestreets whenever the fancy struck her, dodging and weaving through carts and market stalls like a dancer, until finally, after getting sidetracked and distracted several times, she made it to the massive bridge that led up to the College.
It looked even bigger up close, and Sera flipped onto her back so that she could see all the way up to the highest tower. All she could do was whistle. This Faerie was officially impressed. With a bit of trouble, she managed to pull open the massive wooden doors just a crack, and squeezed inside, very happy to get out of the cold, despite her earlier thoughts about it not bothering her much. Everything about the College seemed to be grand, and the massive entranceway was no exception, so Sera was looking around at the design. and didn't even notice the receptionist until a slightly annoyed "Ahem" reached her ears from across the room. "Oh, I'm sorry, miss, I didn't see you over there!" Smiling, she quickly made her way to the desk, and performed the same sign she had that morning, with Hadvar. "I am Tenanye Seraphe, and I'm ready to, um, learn? I was told to come to the College on this day..."
Though she didn't know the response to Sera's greeting, the receptionist bowed good-naturedly, and said "Yes, you were told correctly, Ms. Tenanye. Some of your fellow Novices have already arrived, but I'm afraid all there is to do is wait. We are expecting several more today, and eventually, even if they don't show up, Evern will take you to your dorms, give you the tour, and answer all of your questions. Please, have a seat anywhere you wish." Glancing over at the two who had already arrived, the elf dropped her voice to a whisper. "I wouldn't try to engage those two in conversation, though. The girl is scared out of her wits, and the boy hasn't said a word since he got here... -sigh- We do get some strange ones, I guess."
Now, that was odd, Sera thought. Why would the little Moon Elf girl be so scared? Ignoring the receptionist's warning, she settled herself lightly onto the seat just beside Mizzie, folded her wings carefully, and smiled at her. When she spoke, it was soft, and hopefully soothing. "Good morning, little one. My name is Sera. Why are you so scared? No one here is going to hurt you, you know. These are good people, very wise, and you're here to learn from them, aren't you?
Mock-shivering a little, Sera laughed, a high, clear sound like the tinkling of bells. "I would! I don't know how you humans stand it. My wings have frozen over twice since I got to Preicana. If I hadn't stumbled into your inn and had all of that mead, I probably would have frozen to death!" The young Faerie was not dressed for this country's weather, wearing only a thin, knee-length dress, but really, the cold didn't bother her all that much. The true reason there weren't many Fae in Preicana was likely just distance. Most of them tended to stay in their own cities, and the nearest Faerie forest Sera knew of was her own, a very long way to the South. A few minutes later, the two were standing near the heavy oak door, and Sera was holding her very small bag of belongings. "It has been a great pleasure, Hadvar," she said, bowing formally and making the sign of her faith (three fingers over her heart). The innkeeper made the responding sign she had taught him (three fingers on the forehead), and smiled after her as she floated out into the cool morning air.
"The city isn't far from here, Sera!", he called out. "You'll come and visit the inn sometime, won't you?" Laughing, she waved back at him, saying "I will, Hadvar, don't worry! And maybe you'll have found a woman by then, eh?" Chuckling a little, the big man watched her go, then closed the door and busied himself with his early-rising customers. As for Sera. this was the last leg of her very long Northward journey, and she was excited. Finally, the day had come, and she was going to begin her education. Well, her "real" education. Her family, and the other monks had taught her some things, a bit of healing magic and some fairly powerful Alteration spells, but it was haphazard, and she knew that attending this College was the only way she could really become a master Altrist.
It was probably because she was zipping along on her wings, well-rested after the stay in Hadvar's inn, but in what seemed like no time at all Sera had come to the gates of Maldoryn. It was massive! She had been through several cities during the journey, but none of them even came close to the size of Preicana's capital. And, there, rising above the rooftops on a huge, raised plateau was her destination: The College. It was even more grand than she imagined, though she still hadn't quite begun to appreciate human architecture. Sera thought, hovering there above the cobbled street, that she would always prefer the trees of her homeland. Now that she knew where it was, though, there was no time to waste! Singing merrily to herself, the Faerie quickly flew through the various districts, taking alleys and sidestreets whenever the fancy struck her, dodging and weaving through carts and market stalls like a dancer, until finally, after getting sidetracked and distracted several times, she made it to the massive bridge that led up to the College.
It looked even bigger up close, and Sera flipped onto her back so that she could see all the way up to the highest tower. All she could do was whistle. This Faerie was officially impressed. With a bit of trouble, she managed to pull open the massive wooden doors just a crack, and squeezed inside, very happy to get out of the cold, despite her earlier thoughts about it not bothering her much. Everything about the College seemed to be grand, and the massive entranceway was no exception, so Sera was looking around at the design. and didn't even notice the receptionist until a slightly annoyed "Ahem" reached her ears from across the room. "Oh, I'm sorry, miss, I didn't see you over there!" Smiling, she quickly made her way to the desk, and performed the same sign she had that morning, with Hadvar. "I am Tenanye Seraphe, and I'm ready to, um, learn? I was told to come to the College on this day..."
Though she didn't know the response to Sera's greeting, the receptionist bowed good-naturedly, and said "Yes, you were told correctly, Ms. Tenanye. Some of your fellow Novices have already arrived, but I'm afraid all there is to do is wait. We are expecting several more today, and eventually, even if they don't show up, Evern will take you to your dorms, give you the tour, and answer all of your questions. Please, have a seat anywhere you wish." Glancing over at the two who had already arrived, the elf dropped her voice to a whisper. "I wouldn't try to engage those two in conversation, though. The girl is scared out of her wits, and the boy hasn't said a word since he got here... -sigh- We do get some strange ones, I guess."
Now, that was odd, Sera thought. Why would the little Moon Elf girl be so scared? Ignoring the receptionist's warning, she settled herself lightly onto the seat just beside Mizzie, folded her wings carefully, and smiled at her. When she spoke, it was soft, and hopefully soothing. "Good morning, little one. My name is Sera. Why are you so scared? No one here is going to hurt you, you know. These are good people, very wise, and you're here to learn from them, aren't you?
Looking vaguely between the two mages, one young and one old, Noor had to give it a bit of a think. "Well," she said at length, "ordinarily the kid would be right. Most of the cases I work do not involve intact heads, as when supernaturals kill each other, it tends to be... messy, and the body parts are heavily damaged. The human murders in this case are no exception, and it would be a chore to retrieve their bodies anyway." She smiled at Frank, thinking about the luck she had to have someone like him on this case. "But not all of the bodies are useless. Whoever the culprits were, they wanted to send a clear message with the final murder. The mage. They wanted to make sure everyone knew who she was. So, her body was drained of blood, but she still has her head, probably with only limited brain damage... A head you could use."
The Constable took Frank by the arm, and lead him away from the others, to at least have the illusion of a bit of privacy. "To be honest, though, I haven't met a friendly necromancer in a very long time. We may have more to talk about, even after this case is done. Have you ever worked as a Medical Examiner? It beats bounty hunting, believe me. I can promise a warm bed (or a cold one, if you're into that), food, time and materials to work on whatever experiments you wish, and in return, you help me catch bad guys, just like you are now. In a little while, we'll be heading to my morgue, so you'll get a chance to check out my facilities and all that. What do you say? Oh, and I guess I'll need your name, as well. Heh, can't just call you 'the necromancer' all the time."
The Constable took Frank by the arm, and lead him away from the others, to at least have the illusion of a bit of privacy. "To be honest, though, I haven't met a friendly necromancer in a very long time. We may have more to talk about, even after this case is done. Have you ever worked as a Medical Examiner? It beats bounty hunting, believe me. I can promise a warm bed (or a cold one, if you're into that), food, time and materials to work on whatever experiments you wish, and in return, you help me catch bad guys, just like you are now. In a little while, we'll be heading to my morgue, so you'll get a chance to check out my facilities and all that. What do you say? Oh, and I guess I'll need your name, as well. Heh, can't just call you 'the necromancer' all the time."
:) Unless it takes him a long time, I'm going to wait for Draco before responding to the questions (just to let you know). Is Beatrice still content to wait, Tatsua, or is she going to join the conversation now?
It isn't all negative, Lion. I definitely think the animation magic and person who has no one in life but his toys could fit very well in this setting, just not in his current form. What if you made him younger, more of a child, a magical prodigy who lost everyone he loved in the Fracturing? And now, he and his toys have to fight for survival in a very unfriendly world, all that good stuff?
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