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Dungeoncrawl: I Want to be a Wizard!

Will post after I sleep!

Dungeoncrawl: I Want to be a Wizard!

>My name is [Mal]. I am 24 years old.
>I look like a suave, dark haired yet disheveled scholarly type. I wear blue and black robes and an obsidian staff is clad in my hands.
>I am a smooth, handsome devil that loves studying magic.
>At the Academy I majored in ancient languages.
>My favourite extracurricular activity was dueling with the sword.
>I have 0 gold.
>I have 0 clones.
>My goals are to find the demon who killed my parents.
>Inventory:
>Robes
>Fragile Bastion Gem 1/1: 20 minute charge time. A small blue diamond shaped object that fits in the palm of your hand. Spend a charge to teleport yourself to the location of another Magical Academy Alumni. That's all it does. Do not be concerned by your Bastion Gem. Disclaimer: not suitable for children under 3. Do not consume.

Dungeoncrawl: I Want to be a Wizard!

>My name is [Mal]. I am 24 years old.
>I look like a suave, dark haired yet disheveled scholarly type. I wear blue and black robes and an obsidian staff is clad in my hands.
>I am a smooth, handsome devil that loves studying magic.
>At the Academy I majored in ancient languages.
>My favourite extracurricular activity was dueling with the sword.
>I have 0 gold.
>I have 0 clones.
>My goals are to find the demon who killed my parents.
>Inventory:
>Robes
>Fragile Bastion Gem 1/1: 20 minute charge time. A small blue diamond shaped object that fits in the palm of your hand. Spend a charge to teleport yourself to the location of another Magical Academy Alumni. That's all it does. Do not be concerned by your Bastion Gem. Disclaimer: not suitable for children under 3. Do not consume.

Dungeoncrawl: I Want to be a Wizard!

Will make a character tonight!

After two months, I'm back baybee!

'ello friend!

The Hyborian Chronicles: Of Sword and Sorcery

Interesting New Map

Zoom in to see City Names

Dungeoncrawl: I Want to be a Wizard!

*throws hat into the ring*

SANDSTRIDERS: A Lost Land

"Twenty?" Amal chuckled bemusedly. He knew robbery when he heard it, and that certainly fit the description. Of course, he would think differently if Amal had a particular job lined up where he needed to have more endurance than usual, not to mention with a great payoff. But merely buying it for a rainy day? Perhaps it was vanity, perhaps merely confidence, but he was never really worried on his skills or energy, just his luck.

Still, he did have twenty, and while it was recently stolen from a dead man, he still was loathe to part with it. The thief, his broad shoulders swept within his cloak, stroked his chin and considered for a moment, if for no reason but to be polite to a fellow ne'er-do-well. But then the man continued to talk, having clearly read him as well as Amal had done in return. Amal actually gave a laugh once his intentions became clear.

"If you are looking for someone to do a job for you, friend, you need only ask." Amal remarked confidently. Sometimes he was in the mood for verbal jousting...well, he always was, but he was also tired now and ready for the opportunity to make more money and good will amongst a new mover-and-shaker. "I am in need of friends in this land." He plucked one of the vials from the table, gazing into it and considering how likely it was horsepiss. Not that Okan wasn't honest in his sell, but many alchemists only had a few items, filling many other bottles with nonesense to appear as if they were well stocked.

"Depending on the task, I will gladly take your merchandise off your hands." The thief turned his ear to the merchant to indicate he was listening.

Maverick Malediction

'So no pressure then' was all Neil said to it, and two drinks and a couple of hours later, when Neil had planned on saving his own life, he was now risking it again for the woman who now stood waiting for him in the shadows of a dark alley half a kilometer from the curtain wall of Magister Therman's keep. Even with the dying light of the sun plastered on its stone, it still looked menacing. The keep was outfitted with great iron spikes, six meters long and segmented like insect legs. They ringed around its superstructure every story, forged over a century ago by Basilean architects to defend against the unlikely chance of a dragon landing on its spire.

Doubtless it was impervious and likely detrimental to any sort of magical aid assaulting or infiltrating the grounds as well, hence why Calliope had offered the job to Neil. She hadn't exactly offered payment yet, even with 'job' being the wording, but he would hold out for something good. She clearly didn't want to kill him again. Not if he didn't give her reason to, at least.

"You're wearing that?" the dark woman asked with a skeptical look once Neil arrived. He glanced at himself, wearing simple, workman's trousers and a dark shirt made of cotton. A small necklace of sterling silver clung to his well maintained traps just around his neck. Truth be told, other than the less than bright shade of his top, his shoes were the only thing that seemed suited, the heels sturdy and soles made for travel and rough terrain.

The rapscallion couldn't help but smile when he looked back at her. "I don't work for a guild, girly. I don't have much equipment, just experience and a bit of skill. Otherwise I wouldn't have signed up with the Syndicate, you know?" He couldn't see what she was wearing behind her cloak, but she seemed to be gripping something long in one hand, though it was veiled by shadow and cloth. She pursed her full lips, but motioned for him to get to work. He started walking, but he pointed at her as they started toward the wall. "Alright, but you owe me something good. Not a lot of girls can get me to risk my life after they were about to kill me themselves. You're lucky I'm starting to like you."

The two made their way towards the eastern streets, keeping out of sight. Neil was impressed by how well she moved, but there was something else about her that made her appear darker and less noticeable than a normal person would be. Even he sometimes had a difficult time perceiving her within a shadow unless he looked directly at her, and he surmised it must be the properties of her cloak. Soon, they came in sight of the wall, men armed with the latest steel halberds patrolling its length.

"Neil?" She asked, the ne'er-do-well stopped and turned to look at her. She pulled her hood big and looked at him. "You're cute, but not enough to make me forget you haven't told me how we're getting in."

"Oh, right." Neil said whipping his finger as if to make an invisible checkmark in the air. "Well, it's pretty simple. We could go through the front, but without an invitation that won't work. We could go from the back, but we would need to climb one of the peaks of moribund. And that would be hard even for me, much less both of us. We'll probably get spotted or fall, or I'll fall and you'll do your magic stuff, but you don't want to waste any of your tricks before we're in. So, if we can't go in the front or around the walls, we'll go under it."

"The sewers?" She said incredulously, and Neil gave a nod of assurance. "It can't be that simple."

"Oh, not at all." He admitted, turning the corner to reach a steel grate beneath an alcove of one of the smaller market plazas, merely a street from potential onlookers. Neil made certain to kneel down beside it and wait until he was certain the shadows and distance kept them from being spotted. Slow he reached for the steel, and to Calliope it almost looked like he had the strength of an ogre when he lifted it off the stone hinges, but in reality, the grating had been filed away previously. He set it down gently to halt any noise. "The sewers sort of turn into these catacombs with patrols and traps. A friend of mine was one of the artisans asked to go and maintain some of the stonework below a few months ago. He didn't get a great look, but he gave me an idea of what lay further in."

The scent of refuse and worse wafted from within the hole that looked just big enough for them to squeeze through one at a time. Calliope curled her full lips in disgust, but true to what Neil expected, she wasn't going to be deterred from a mere smell, though a small wall of invisible air began to coalesce around her, presumably to keep the stench out of her nostrils. Neil merely tied a bit of cloth around his mouth, knowing he wouldn't have to endure it long.

Taking in a deep breath, Neil crawled into the darkness, keeping his feet steady on the tumbled stone below the drain. He offered his hand up for Calliope to take, and when she took it he said. "So, if we pull this off, will that impress you enough or do you want the head of the King of Andred? I'll take a little bit of cash too, if that's ok by you."

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

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@Achronum@Scribe of Thoth@Hero

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Kayden crossed his arms, raising a princely eyebrow at his betrothed. Well, she wasn't laying it on too thick, he lied to himself. He felt the Eagles were some sort of diabolical triangle, with Rudolph in the meek corner and Veronica on the complete opposite end of the spectrum while Kayden desperately yanked upwards to keep the team afloat. Even with the drama of the Golden Deer and the Blue Lions, he still felt the Eagles had to keep on their toes. “When was the last time you could relate to anyone?” he asked her, a sardonic edge to his voice. If the Archbishop himself waltzed up and told her she was the Goddess incarnate, Veronica would believe it without a second thought.

Kayden then made a willful reminder to himself to gaze at Rudolph, and he saw the very unnoticeable youth fidgeting and strangely nervous. Well, differently nervous somehow, and something else he couldn't quite pinpoint. He kept himself from sighing and tried to seem supportive with a raised brow, awaiting a response. Rudolph wouldn't become more confident if he was scolded constantly, not that Kayden generally did that unless pressed. Unfortunately, this seemed one of those times.

"You're not opting out." Kayden told him, his voice as irrefutable as if it were etched in stone. Kayden wasn't mad, but he wasn't going to allow an argument, either. "You won't know how to use your crest unless you take the class, even if it works without your current understanding or will. If Tomai thinks you don't need it, then that's another story. But otherwise I expect you to be here next time. An-"

“Professor Roland, you disingenuous boor!"

He blinked, turning his head like a hawk that had caught movement. Though he looked less predatory and more bemused at the shout that had reached their position. He walked over to the doorway and peered out into the courtyard, watching as Clarissa of the Golden Deer began to utterly lecture Professor Lysander like he answered to her. "What the fuck?" He breathed quietly as he listened, completely confused as to what was the matter. Kayden chuckled incredulously. He wasn't offended on behalf of the professors, nor was he even glad another rival guild was causing a scene. Truth be told, he was impressed with the deer for her sheer audacity.

You literally challenged the head of the knightly order to weekly duels because you want to seduce her, a voice in his head reminded him.[/i]

Yeah, but I didn't yell at her, he thought back to the void of his brain.

He saw Clarissa turn tail and offer Derec to go riding, and he thought for a moment. He turned to his group, opening his mouth to to offer that they go and ask to join as a group, but he closed his mouth and decided that was a horrible idea. Instead, he told his fellow eagles this: "I'm going to get some information. You too take the rest of the day to rest." It was halfway the truth. Relations between the guilds were important, and he wanted to learn more about Derec and Clarissa's scruples when it came to crests. Plus he hadn't ridden since he had arrived. It was long odds, considering what just happened, but he was nothing if not confident. Clearing his throat and smoothing his rakish hairstyle, he walked out of the doorway with all the class denoting his station, coupled with a respectful inclination of his head when he reached them. He did his best not to look at the professor, trying to keep his voice low enough to not be entirely heard by him.

"Excuse my intrusion. I wanted to ask if I could gain permission to ride with you," the leader of the Eagles inquired. Even his charm might not help him here, but he went in. "If I am unwelcome, no hard feelings. But I haven't ridden on a good horse in far too long and I've had it with cramped classrooms." He fully prepared himself for a quick dismissal or even his own tongue lashing, and if it happened, he would remain impassive.