ruler of spades
Izurich
Little BillArvin opened his eyes. As he blinked, he looked around the room he was sleeping in, as if not familiar with his surroundings, then he remembered. He had put on his usual robe and began to refresh himself. In the bathroom, he noticed a vain popping on his forehead, that reminded him of his time on the streets. Back then, every time there was a vain on his head, it would mean something is going to happen, something bad, and from that he would hide until the vain would go away. Though that was years ago, and he was a child, so he dismissed it.
" Houi! " Arvin yelled loudly, and on that moment, several young men and women, who had been standing straight, changed into a stance, one closed fist behind their back and opened hand stretched out, he then yelled again, " Kaishi! " and the students had began to face to their partner next to them, their opened hand touching. Arvin whistled in the air, and the students began to fight... no, 'spar'.
That was a regular training day for him, took about an hour long, and was taught in the morning, to warm the student's muscles. Though, it was as if something had bothered him in that training, maybe it was his vain? Arvin had no idea, he continued to think about this as he walked to the library.
"Master Kaecilius..." Arvin said while nodding, he had to greet other masters, the master had seemed to be exiting the libary, but no books had come out... Strange...
Arvin had been reading on some more meta-magic, he seemed interested of the term, Meta-magic. Arvin had begin to finish up on reading the first few pages, wanting to notify the librarian that he was going to take the books when he heard a sound. The sound of glass breaking. Arvin tossed the book on the table and went to the sound. It was the central of all the Sanctum's. The sound had been traced to the New York sanctum. New York...
Arvin had entered the room seeing the origin of the broken glass, it was a stolen artifact! Why wasn't Kaecilius there to stop him? Was he too busy looking at god knows what that he didn't notice that? He knew the perpetrator wouldn't have gone far so he bolted to the exit. Dammit! , he thought. The street was full... but through gaps of pedestrian's, he saw the thief, as they had a cloak over them, a Kamar-Taj cloak to be exact. Arvin pushed and shoved his way through people, wanting to get the thief, but it seemed like they noticed that he was after them, and started to run. Arvin couldn't make out what was under that cloak, though they had seemed to be fast.
The chase ended when the thief had turned into an Alley way. Arvin came in time to see the thief use a sling ring to open a gateway to... Hell's Kitchen? Where ever it is, it was getting dark and the traitor had ran inside the gateway. Unfortunately, the gateway closed, and he didn't know what Hell's Kitchen eve looked like. So he had to use some magic, and it seemed like his ring knew it too, as it grew warm in his hand. Arvin closed his eyes and though of two words, Hell's Kitchen. He felt the sparks fly as it made a slightly smaller gateway and Arvin followed inside. As soon as he stepped foot on it, his muscles began to ache. It was the side affect of doing something as reckless as this, though the pain subsided as it wasn't too bad.
It was dark, and Arvin looked at his surroundings, nothing. So Arvin ran into an empty alleyway and jumped up. His boot's had easily got him on top of the building, and he began to search.
It was not long after that he saw that coat that he found him, he yelled " Hey! Give that artifact back, dick-weed!". The thief turned and saw Arvin, then jumped from building to building, fast. Arvin realized his mistake and chased after the traitor. "Dammit!" He said in frustration, as he couldn't keep up with it, but he calmed himself, keeping his composure. He instead, swatted down to the ground, well roof, and jumped as high as he could.
It was as if he was gliding, but he soon caught up with the thief. Arvin had both his hands open and started to cast a spell, an energy whip. Though instead of multiple small strings, he had one, long and thick rope. Arvin threw it toward the thief, but the they had been expecting this, they had also been casting something as well. They caught the rope with the shield spell, but it was as if the spell had not latched itself on to the rope. To him, it seemed like minutes, possibly longer, but he knew what was going to happen, it was too late. They thrust their hand to the hard ground, breaking the whip's spell. On instinct he curled up into the ball and fell, knocking him out.
Arvin knew that the boots had made an aura around him so he can survive heights such as that, so he had nothing to worry, expect that the traitor will escape... and maybe get appointment's from the Ancient One, though those thoughts faded quickly as he slowly saw nothing but black. Though he saw nothing, he could sense other things, the smell of burning rubber, the sound of body on metal, and feeling of cement.
Arvin woke up breathing heavily, it was still pretty late, maybe he was out for an hour, maybe longer, but he checked his body for anything broken. Everything seemed fine, except for his right leg, not broken, but... He had no idea what it was but he knew it was bad. Arvin pushed those thoughts aside as he seemed thirsty. Maybe if I eat that'll clear my mind., he thought.
Arvin limped towards the nearest place, The Rum House. He entered it, avoiding eye contact with- is that a guy with a sword? Focus! he told himself, and walked to the nearest seat, and said " Got any whiskey? "
" Houi! " Arvin yelled loudly, and on that moment, several young men and women, who had been standing straight, changed into a stance, one closed fist behind their back and opened hand stretched out, he then yelled again, " Kaishi! " and the students had began to face to their partner next to them, their opened hand touching. Arvin whistled in the air, and the students began to fight... no, 'spar'.
That was a regular training day for him, took about an hour long, and was taught in the morning, to warm the student's muscles. Though, it was as if something had bothered him in that training, maybe it was his vain? Arvin had no idea, he continued to think about this as he walked to the library.
"Master Kaecilius..." Arvin said while nodding, he had to greet other masters, the master had seemed to be exiting the libary, but no books had come out... Strange...
Arvin had been reading on some more meta-magic, he seemed interested of the term, Meta-magic. Arvin had begin to finish up on reading the first few pages, wanting to notify the librarian that he was going to take the books when he heard a sound. The sound of glass breaking. Arvin tossed the book on the table and went to the sound. It was the central of all the Sanctum's. The sound had been traced to the New York sanctum. New York...
Arvin had entered the room seeing the origin of the broken glass, it was a stolen artifact! Why wasn't Kaecilius there to stop him? Was he too busy looking at god knows what that he didn't notice that? He knew the perpetrator wouldn't have gone far so he bolted to the exit. Dammit! , he thought. The street was full... but through gaps of pedestrian's, he saw the thief, as they had a cloak over them, a Kamar-Taj cloak to be exact. Arvin pushed and shoved his way through people, wanting to get the thief, but it seemed like they noticed that he was after them, and started to run. Arvin couldn't make out what was under that cloak, though they had seemed to be fast.
The chase ended when the thief had turned into an Alley way. Arvin came in time to see the thief use a sling ring to open a gateway to... Hell's Kitchen? Where ever it is, it was getting dark and the traitor had ran inside the gateway. Unfortunately, the gateway closed, and he didn't know what Hell's Kitchen eve looked like. So he had to use some magic, and it seemed like his ring knew it too, as it grew warm in his hand. Arvin closed his eyes and though of two words, Hell's Kitchen. He felt the sparks fly as it made a slightly smaller gateway and Arvin followed inside. As soon as he stepped foot on it, his muscles began to ache. It was the side affect of doing something as reckless as this, though the pain subsided as it wasn't too bad.
It was dark, and Arvin looked at his surroundings, nothing. So Arvin ran into an empty alleyway and jumped up. His boot's had easily got him on top of the building, and he began to search.
It was not long after that he saw that coat that he found him, he yelled " Hey! Give that artifact back, dick-weed!". The thief turned and saw Arvin, then jumped from building to building, fast. Arvin realized his mistake and chased after the traitor. "Dammit!" He said in frustration, as he couldn't keep up with it, but he calmed himself, keeping his composure. He instead, swatted down to the ground, well roof, and jumped as high as he could.
It was as if he was gliding, but he soon caught up with the thief. Arvin had both his hands open and started to cast a spell, an energy whip. Though instead of multiple small strings, he had one, long and thick rope. Arvin threw it toward the thief, but the they had been expecting this, they had also been casting something as well. They caught the rope with the shield spell, but it was as if the spell had not latched itself on to the rope. To him, it seemed like minutes, possibly longer, but he knew what was going to happen, it was too late. They thrust their hand to the hard ground, breaking the whip's spell. On instinct he curled up into the ball and fell, knocking him out.
Arvin knew that the boots had made an aura around him so he can survive heights such as that, so he had nothing to worry, expect that the traitor will escape... and maybe get appointment's from the Ancient One, though those thoughts faded quickly as he slowly saw nothing but black. Though he saw nothing, he could sense other things, the smell of burning rubber, the sound of body on metal, and feeling of cement.
Arvin woke up breathing heavily, it was still pretty late, maybe he was out for an hour, maybe longer, but he checked his body for anything broken. Everything seemed fine, except for his right leg, not broken, but... He had no idea what it was but he knew it was bad. Arvin pushed those thoughts aside as he seemed thirsty. Maybe if I eat that'll clear my mind., he thought.
Arvin limped towards the nearest place, The Rum House. He entered it, avoiding eye contact with- is that a guy with a sword? Focus! he told himself, and walked to the nearest seat, and said " Got any whiskey? "
