@Madame Kitten Well, I think I posted the first offensive power use post. I'm not really sure if I went to far or too powerful. I am quite willing to change it to tone it all down a little.
@Airalin I also hope that the interpretation of your power was good enough. As Alex's worst memories are when he destroyed his house and his darkest thoughts is getting drunk on power and destruction again. But again, if you had envisioned something else, be free to correct me.
Whatever Lyra said, it faded away. Drowning in the screaming of a memory he hoped to never see again. He could almost hear them again. The screams and crying. The explosions and destruction. The blood and the fear in people's eyes. People he once called friends. He had turned into a monster. A blood thirsty beast out to kill them all. The very same feeling coursed through his veins again. The sense of pure power. Ready at Alex's command. It felt like electricity ran through his entire body. Somehow he snapped out of the painful memory and heard Lyra complaining. Nagging about needs and duties. Slowly Alex stood up. Still looking down at the table. Once he was completely upright, he lifted his arm.
Then, a feat he hadn't be able to redo since the unfortunate accident 3 weeks ago just happened. As if it was nothing. As if he didn’t train for days to do it again. An orb, much like a plasma globe appeared in his hand. The outside looked glassy and transparent. The deep core however, was bright purple. With red tendrils hitting the glassy sides of the orb everywhere. He held it up for a second, as to show everyone around what he was holding. Then with a quick sweep he threw the orb into the table. A bit further from him and Lyra. The glassy sides rapidly expanded. But the core expanded faster. As soon as the bright purple hit the glassy edges, the complete orb collapsed on itself. The destabilized Arcana quickly compressed itself into that the size of a marble. Which quickly turned force outwards again. The end of the table, where luckily nobody was, was shattered in hundreds of pieces as a result of the explosion.
But Alex wasn't done. No, far from it. He had enough of this spoiled brad. Talking about duty and needs. She had to be taught a lesson. A harsh one. A terrible one. One he had learned three weeks ago. She had to feel pain. In Alex's other hand he summoned a new orb and quickly threw it at Lyra. The orb was far smaller than the first one. As the first one had more time to absorb his Arcana. The maximum expanded size of the orb would be about a foot large in diameter. As the first one was well over a meter.
First Alex thought she was merely spoiled. An entitled brat who had to learn her place. And he sincerely hoped he did just that. But apparently it had no effect. Not even the little nicety of bringing her a muffin didn't seem to help. Once she threatened everyone in the room, Alex got even more serious about her. He had little to no control over his own ability. He also didn't know what she could do. So many powers were so different. Should he dare to infuriate her? But then he realized it wouldn't matter. He could play servant for her here, but someone else, somewhere else might not. She was a ticking time bomb.
"Look around girl. Do you think you would have to dine with your own servants?" he asked calm. Hoping a reality check would help. It could easily blow in his face though. "Do we look like we are dressed to be servants? I hate to say this but we are not servants. We are kids. With powers. Just like you. And just like you, we were put here against our will. Now I reckon you come from a wealthy place. You probably had a lot of servants giving you everything you wish. But those servants aren't in here. And nobody here is paid to serve you. So nobody will. I'm sorry that you have to hear this but that's the truth. You have no servants here because nobody is paid to serve you." His voice wasn't firm or harsh, but sweet and calm.
Familia de Miredici. Or simply called the Miredici. They are a wealthy family originating from Fierenzé. Their history will be explained later. Right now they are ruled by the eldest brother, Serano II de Meridici. His younger brother, Meccano and his sister, Catarina, serve as advisors. It is hard to truely know if absolute power is with Serano as his decissions are rarely challenged. And when so, often through debate the problems are solved.
Serano II de Miredici
Often called Serano the Young. Or the Silver Son. He is born from Lechandros de Medici and Liassiana si Leturgo. Serano was born just after the purging of Fierenzé. He grew up at his father's side, and quickly learned the value of gold and silver. Later, at the age of 16, he often joined his father at negotiations. Where he took up the skill of persuasion. When his father passed peacefully, Serano took over the family business and created the Silver Bank. He is sly as a fox, charismatic as a lion but most of all, proud like a stag. Ambitious to a fault, nothing is above him. He believes that under him, the bank could become as powerful as any nation.
Meccano de Miredici
The Artist. Meccano rarely moves from his older brother's side. A cheery person, though often seen as weak and guilible. He took up painting from his mother, Liassiana. Unlike his father he had little knowledge about coins other than they were used to trade with. These days he is often seen at Banker's Square. Painting the scenery of the many people visiting his brother's great institution.
Catarina si Miredici
A kitten not to pick up without gloves. She quickly learned from her mother how men would do everything for beauty. She took this advice to heart and therefor always dressed to be seen and noticed. She acts with grace but can turn ferocious incredibly quickly. While she does not understand coins as much as her eldest brother, she understands that they have power. Power to make men do things, or power to make sure they won't. Catarina serves as foreign ambassador for Serano and is therefore often seen within the city states of Dragon's Spine.
Lecho de Miredici
Among many he is known as the Beggar King. As he often cares and grants coin to the poorest people. He dresses in filthy, peasant clothes and walks barefooted among the dark alleyways of Fierenzé at night. Giving out soup from his brother’s kitchen. While most of the nobility despise him for appearing so weak while he is so wealth, the average people love him.
The Shadow: The Shadow is a name given for the figure often seen in a city state when Catarina visits it. Though not always. It is whispered he is a spy-master for the Miredici. The one thing known about him is that he uses the poor and the old to steal and eavesdrop. His identity has never been confirmed. But it is in fact Lecho.
The Black Alchemist: A name whispered among those who secretly worship the Red Gods. Some say he is a priest of the Red God Craïne. Other whisper he practices the most evil arts of the Old Ways. Some other again say he discovered the secrets of other gods. Though while almost everything about him is debated, one thing isn’t. He holds knowledge about things no human should know. While his very existence is yet to be confirmed, the Black Alchemist is another identity of Lecho.
Buildings of Interest
The Argent
The Golden Vaults
Built into the old Megrini Gold Mines. The Gold Vaults has a room dedicated to each currency. Content of the vaults is logged incredibily strict and the Gold Vault is very well protected. Every day at dawn, a cart departs from the Golden Vaults. Either it is filled to supply a shortcoming at the Argent, or it is empty. At dusk the cart returns. Either with the surplus from the Argent or with nothing. This way, not too much gold is left at the Argent.
The Silver Vaults
Built just outside Fierenzé, the Silver Vaults house no gold or silver. Within the organization, it is also commonly refered to as the Archive as all forms of ledgers and letters. Promises, contracts or messages to a mistress. If it has been seen by someone of the Silver Bank, there is a copy of it at the Silver Vaults. It is therefor said that the Silver Vault houses the majority of wealth of the Miredici. Simply through proof of ownership. There is however, a far greater secret. The Philosopher's Stone is hidden here too. Deep within its bowls. Far from the public eye.
Magic
The Philosopher's Stone
"Ask me not where I got this, dear brother. Ask me not after its origins. You would never resign to sleep again. You mind would be quelled by more questions. Your soul would weep. Let that be my burden. But know of its working. Blood for gold, brother. And tears for silver.”
How the Philosopher's Stone exactly works is still unknown to almost everyone. It is whispered among the siblings that Lecho knows how it works. However, the warning for it's price seems to be an indication towards it. It was given to Serano II by Lecho upon his wedding day. But soon it was sealed within a hidden chamber of the Silver Vaults.
I might be interested in joining again. But again, as a more international banking faction. With @Flagg's acceptance, my HQ would be in a city in Tityos on the Cernarian Sea. I would NOT control said city. Just a few buildings within this city. Again, I wish to ask if someone would be interested of housing a branch of my international bank?
Lord Zee
Vec
Rekkuza
Iwannabeyours
princess
Cmmelody
Necrodancer
ActRaiserTheReturned
Timemaster
