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Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

So many blades...

So many swords...

So much blood...

Was it his...

Was it them...

Was it his patients...

It was hard to tell from the floor. Especially when the dark encircled him. He felt his press wet and cold on the ground. Cold. Pure black flesh open and in the dirt. It was cold. So cold. Where was it... where was his mask? Over there. Just out of reach. Get it back on... Its so cold...

He blinked, a long time... was it a blink or sleep?

He opened again, he had to get up, his patients needed- something felt strange. Something felt different. His face was cold, but it was on stone now, and it was dark. There wasn't pain, just soreness, like he was strung up for a long long time and finally was granted merciful freedom. The dark was a haze, but there was a light. The white beaked mask looking back at him. It was trying to will him to reach, reach and take it. Pox scampered to it like a starving man to bread. He slipped it over his head, and felt the calming effect of his breath condensing on the interior.

He was whole again. Back in his mask. It was time to work. He had to find his patient- where was he, a cell. Some forgotten cell? Did the enemy really imprison him?

He heard commotion and attempted to his feet, his frail gangling features barely giving him the strength to lift him to his legs. He saw blurs of individuals pass his cell. They spoke, getting their barings, moving on, their voices weak and concerned. Were they escaping? Pox reached for them, seconds after they passed his bars. "W-W-wait..." He pleased, leaning on his cell doors. They opened with a creak, much to his surprise. He used the bars, his legs limply providing just enough to keep him moving, adrenaline and desire for escape did the rest.

He used the walls, the bars of cells and whatever else he could to keep up, seeing them come to a T junction and then move towards a structure. The more Pox moved, the more he felt sure in his step, he was weazing in his mask, mouth so dry that his tongue felt like sand and from the outset he looked like an old man but still, he moved, coming from the back of the group, a man in red rags, and an oddly ornate bird mask.

He nearly doubled over, not caring for the blood around him as he was within a few feet of the group. "Let me come with you- please."

:: Dragon Heart ::

Mill Valley

The Present

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It's in the fields. The crop of wheat and rye. It had to be. The symptoms pointed to a type of fungal toxicosis. The entire crop would have been afflicted, and thus they had to burn it. A sad and dangerous process.

Mill Valley is known for the currents that blow year round that help turn the windmills and grind the rye, the wheat, the corn into meal for breads and other goods sold throughout the region. The mills stood still, lashed to prevent the needless grinding of its gears, and groaned against the winds. Far from the village, the diseased plants were set ablaze but a crowd had to be present to make sure that no ember spread in the wind to catch the other fields. Such a wild fire would devastate the whole valley, but the crop, the diseased yield had to be burned less it spread to the other farm plots. It always gave the sky a depressing gray black to it as the smoke billowed. It matched the mood of Mill Valley quite well.

In the village, a small collection of cabins and wooden houses, some homes, the church, the meeting house were turned into makeshift clinics. Volunteers both men and women with masks on their faces flitted between the beds and cots, seeing to the needs of the patients. The patients all shared the same symptoms. Fever, chills, bouts of delirium, cold sweats, and a whooping cough followed be accursed unsettling wheezing. Nearly four dozen of the three or so hundred people that made up the small farming village were in such a state. There was not much for the volunteers to do but change head rags, collect water, distribute blankets, and feed them hot stew with a brew that was more water than vegetables. Many in the village had fled, fearing they'd catch the cough.

The head doctor containing this outbreak is a member of the Apothecary House from the Kaelos Country. Rarely seen outside their country they have been known to be as hired retainers, just like every specialist that comes from the Caelondian Kingdoms and their odd culture of putting destined assigned roles before family. He claims to be hired by Lord Ferdinand to help the village in their plight and has seemed to work tirelessly to control the symptoms using the dwindling medicines and his rare healing magics. He has since become an individual of great status in the community and all volunteers look to him for guidance. He isn't the only newcomer to have come to the village though...

The Apothecary's days has been using magic on each patient, bringing about a day or two of recovery before falling back into sickness. Without the stolen shipment, there seems to be no recovery for anyone in this poor town. The request for aid has been sent, and the hope that it was accepted is all the town can latch onto in these dark times.

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"Why do you wear that?" Marni asks the bird masked doctor as he puts away the foul tasting medicine back in his bag. The unfortunate girl has been in her room for a week, the youngest in town to catch the cough and thus Pox monitors her more frequently than the stronger adults. While shy at first, Pox's cheeriness and stories warmed to her.

Pox clipped his bag closed and cleaned his gloves with a rag. He tilted his beak up and began to explain. He made sure to always use his hands and arms to explain, letting his body be animated when his face couldn't be seen. "Somewhere, very very far away from here, there is a city of hats. Big hats, small hats, hats with bells on them, hats that look like boats, and hats that look like animals. Some folk have very tall hats, to let everyone know they are very important. Some folk have big puffy hats to let everyone know they are really good at cooking."

The girl looked confused, if interested. He didn't answer her question. "What's your hat mean?"

"The hats my family wears let everyone know that we really want to fly and we're really jealous of birds. It makes everyone laugh. And laughing makes them feel better. Didn't it make you laugh?"

"Not really. If anything it looked kind of scary when I saw it."

"Oh my goodness you're right! It is kind of scary." Pox immediately goes over to his bag on the side table and starts muttering to himself, scrambling for some things. He pulls out a small little kit of tiny jars with different colors and a mixing brush. "Maybe you can help me make it funnier."

"What are they?"

"Paint. You ever paint a picture before?"

"Yeah!"

Taking the brush and soaking it in a white paste he held it out to her, "Help me out."

And then Pox comforted the ailing child by painting his dark mask a plethora of terrible looking patterns and colors, holding up a mirror to comment. He felt a little better every time he made her laugh, but that immediately fell into the bottomless hole of guilt whenever the child felt a coughing fit fall upon her. I'm a monster. he thought.

:: Dragon Heart ::

@Aeolian

Whoa whoa who voted for Pox?

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

@Lumiere

I'm moving into a new house. So while I'm at home I have to work. I didnt have a chance to post yet.

My weekend is prob is prob booked. Move ahead, I'll just break up my post into two parts.

Sarkus the Shattered Wyld, D&D 5ed

@lunarius@Arthanus

Tim talked with food in his mouth, spurting it on the table slightly. "Blessed Isle's nice place, but way way too expensive for my taste. Still, it's the next port. We can get this show on the road right quick. Where you thinking of heading Kiris?"

Soltana took the food in much the same vigor as he agreed for the competition. Tim nodded. "We're in agreement then. One for the archers purse, I'll take the bare fisted fight, you get the sword competition. Three neat little bags of gold for the three of us to start on." He continued asking if Tim could sail. Tim laughed at this.

"Please. I'm the best damn sailor in this whole fleet. Reckon I could get one of those Varangi Airships to do loop de loops if I had half the chance! Trust me, I got this all figured out. Got a good feeling about this trip."

@rush99999

Mari fussed, her lip furrowing "Who said stealing? I said borrowing."

"You said take." the Dwarf corrected.

Mari scoffed, it wasn't a big deal to her she thought. Maybe her god was a little bit more forgiving, or maybe she had come from a bad place too. "Fine then, I'll head to that competition everyone's talking about. The God should be there at some point today."

"Ill try to meet you in the back, just try to stand out if ya can." The dwarf will get lost in the crowd.

//Like I said before, getting the boat won't be difficult, but if you plan on piloting yourself, you're going to need to roll. Again, you're not a sailor. You'll need to roll athletics to control the craft, and nature to not get lost at sea. You can roll in the Discord and Ill direct how it goes or I can tell you if you succeed or not and you get to roll play how you do it. Additionally you can describe what you are going to do, then roll- which gives you an opportunity for bonuses based upon your planning and ingenuity.

:: Dragon Heart ::

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A Dark Bog, Undisclosed Location
Two Days Prior

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CAW CAW

"Easy Cornelius. Easy." The crow skittered nervously on his master's arm as the biting chill of the windy valley cut through the night. It was a disquieting night. Wolves howled in the distance and a light rain has given everything in the lowlands a swampy mil-dewy smell and texture. The figure was wrapped in leathers, wearing a mask to match the crow that waited on his arm, complaining of the condition and the speed at which he was taken from his perch. The figure however attempted to calm his friend with soft strokes to his thick black feathers before he went to his belt. "Your job is much easier than poor Nicodemous, our pint-sized pal has his work cut out for him. I do hope the spread was no too concentrated. Anyway, Cornelius, Corne- listen. Listen to me." The figure grabbed the crows beak between he thumb and forefinger to make him look beak to beak with his master. The figure explained the instructions as he held up a small tube with latches on it and he set it to the crows foot. It was a magical receptacle, while minuscule, it could hold a large bunch of parcels due to its compacting enchantments, however this time, it only held a piece of parchment. "Rosa Blanca. You know, the pretty one with all the Lunar Moths you like to munch on. Rosa Blanca. Deliver this and fly back. And be safe my friend." He cast his arm and the crow took off. "No! Cornelius! No that way!" He pointed, redirecting his courier.

And that was all for now. The figure had followed his instructions to the T, and it was only in the most minor ways could he protest to this foolhardy attempt.

The figure picked up his lantern and made it back through the bog. He wasn't alone of course. He was always being watched ever since he had the nerve to speak out for himself. His own Master had not liked that. He could always feel her scrying magic on him, making sure he said the right things and did the right things. It almost felt as cold and foreign as a curse laid upon him, as in essence, it was. On the way back, he felt the Guild Mark on the back of his left hand. Its been itchy these days. It felt dirty, unwanted, just like himself.

He looked at the path ahead, he'd have to cater to his fellow Guildsmen and to the hired help they took with them on this job. He wasn't well known, regardless of how odd he looked. It was just an odd foible of House Apothecary that they dawn the beaked hoods and walk amongst those of curse and plague. It is a lie though. He is not of the House and to use their name is no doubt an insult. That seemed so long ago. How he just left them without even thinking it. He was a young and foolish dreamer back then, and such whimsical things are hard to give up. How many people would still be alive if he just did what he was supposed to do?

He went back to their meeting house, an inn being rented for that purpose. He opened the door with a creak and did not dare to look in anyone's direction. A simple "Message sent." Was all he needed before he rolled his shoulders. "If I am needed I'll be in my room. So much to prepare, I doubt I'll get a lick of sleep tonight." He had to be chippur. Had to be positive.

No one must suspect.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynekIan @LmpkioMorgan

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"You misunderstand Sir North."

It wasn't going to do insulting the client, even though every fiber, every fiber of his being wants to denounce that magazine and its pseudo-science. "I meant the armor, it looks as if you are going to battle." Ozzy's concern was that they expected trouble.

Ian then went on a rant partially accusing Ozzy of Chauvinism when honestly he was just trying to be gentlemanly. He listened to Ian assumption that he and Morgan were a pair. It was surprising, but Ozzy was a bit more composed when it came to the feelings of others. Had he been alone with North and the misunderstanding was made, he'd be a bit less eloquent. It appeared that Morgan did not respond in kind. She was looking around. After all, she had stated this was her village. Was her clan here? The one she spoke of last night? Ozzy gave a nervous smile, seems like Ian North was one of those eccentric types.

"As delightful as that sounds, Morgan and myself had only met yesterday. So friends for the time being I hope. Though I do agree Sir North- Morgan gave the thumbs up and he strained to get him off the ground, but Morgan actually helped quite a bit, her wings rather enchanting and curiously patterned. She was stronger than she looked. "Such things are a team effort. Is that what the job is for, helping some couple find fulfillment? I've had to do that before, but that was less flowers and more explaining how humans and monsters could live together." Ozzy asked a hopefully long winded question, one to change the subject, two, to make the trip more pleasant.

They didn't go too high, and the way Ian was being carried was probably quite humorous to onlookers. Belly to the earth while Ozzy gripped his shoulders. Figured the man needed to see where they were going. Ozzy also attempted conversation with Morgan whilst they flew. "Morgan! So you're from that little village? Were you born there? Or is that where the doctors you trained under were?"

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

Pox

The Man

The Mask

"Don't let the mask scare you. I'm here to help, I swear. Think of me as the big bird of health. CuCaw."

Former Title: Apothecary Heriphox, Chirurgeon Prince of House Apothecary

Nickname/Alias: Pox, The Plaguelord, The Father of Crows

Name: Pox

Age: 33

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Wood Elemental - Ashwood Line, signified by darken charcaol black skin with very bright willowy hair that grows long and quickly.

The Caleondian Empire was a major power on a world known only as Creation. The older sentient races blood mixed with that of spirits, gods, and elementals producing races that have a touch of magic in their form. Caleondia was built on a culture of arranged marriage and carefully managed eugenics, producing scions that further expressed the powers of the spirits and even reaching to tap into the power of ancient gods, draconic beings of pure elemental power. Every major house is said to have expressed one of the five elements with a long history of ancestral bloodlines.

Personality:
Pox is a man of contradiction, much like his House but there is something about him that remains genuine. He wants to bring some light back into this dark world. He flatters, he encourages, he studies and shares, bringing a sense of child like wonder with him. He loves to laugh and loves to bring cheer and loves to always learn. His curious mind will allow for nothing else. At the same time however, his look and position as an untouchable makes that quite difficult and he is evasive at best when it comes to questions about himself or House Apothecary. Indeed, he gets quite chatty when the conversation goes somewhere he'd rather it didn't, a tell tale sign that he's hiding something. His words are so prepared and reflexive that there is almost something uncanny about them, something unsettling. He can't help but sometimes giving into Gallows humor, considering how he is surrounded by pain and death for most of his life. Gotta stay positive in the face of horror.

Abilities/Powers:
As an elemental blooded, Pox gets some benefits as a results of his blood line, essentially his elemental nature expressing itself in a myriad of ways.

Racial Abilities:

• Sap Blood: Since most poisons and diseases are designed for an inherently animalian system, physical corruption finds little purchase in his partly plant like biology, making him extremely resistant to poisons and diseases.
• Photosynthetic: Sunlight and other sources of strong light are absorbed as nutrition, keeping him going for longer periods without eating. He cannot go without food indefinitely and he still needs water, probably more than a normal person does.
• Lifegiving: When Pox is healthy, his body gives back to the world like a tree or vine baring fruit. He grows edible flower buds in his hair, seeds flake off his skin, and fluids such as tears or blood taste as a very sweet nectar which is nutritious. These components are useful in draughts that are designed for healing or to produce wellness

Magic: Pox comes from a world of spirits and magitech. Magic is a very real and almost every day occurrence. It's study and use are practiced and institutionalized, and becoming a sorceror is an accepted occupation, if branded with a set of stigmas. Pox comes from one of the richest families in Creation and is himself a prodigy.

Support Magic

• Mend the Broken Flesh: A channeling spell. Pox motions his hands as if he is sewing a garment, carefully weaving, threading, knitting. While he works, wounds heal much much faster before parties very eyes. It is not an instant healing, but it is much more thorough that fast healing magic.
• Flawless Diagnostic Technique: With a few seconds of checking the pulse, looking into a patient's mouth, tapping a joint, and other mundane checkup tasks, Pox gets intuitive knowledge of what is exactly effecting the patient, even if its internal. Mundane afflictions are immediately understood but exotic or magic conditions require more study, he just knows that something is wrong and gets some idea of how its effecting the body.
• Contagion Curing Touch: With this lengthy ritual, Pox can attempt to rid a patient of a disease, even without the aid of medicines or instruments. Using acupuncture, he condenses the disease to a single point to be excised or expelled. The disgusting ball of corruption can be seized for other purposes, provided there is a way to store and preserve it...

Offensive Magic

• Choking Gas Cloud: A think bilous green vapor is expelled from Pox's mouth. It makes for great cover as it conceals him, and those within find breathing difficult. Lungs and eyes itch generally forcing organics to flee the area. This gas will not kill targets, only sending them into coughing fits until the gas dissipates.

Mundane Skills

• Medicine:
• Chemistry:
• The Healing Arts:
• Herbalism:
• Social Protocols:
• Academia:

Equipment:

• Tattered Leather Robes
• Sharp Shard of Glass wrapped with linens
• The Plague Lord's Mask - Synonymous to his being, Pox is not far from his stylized birdlike mask. It offers some protection from the outside world in the form of gases and such, but other than that it only stands as an unnerving reminder of the horrors of the days of the Contagion. Only time will tell if there are any additional enchantment imbued into such a legendary object.

Inventory:

• Some Empty Pouches
• Some Empty Glass Vials
• Needle and Thread
• Old Bandages

Origin:

Caelondia

Caelondia, The Center of Creation

Caelondia is an Imperial Oligarchy where the empire known as 'The Realm' is a collection of Noble Houses with each having its own Military, Political, and Economic Power. The Realm is intentionally created in such a way that all facets of production and organization are meant to further the ambitions of the Houses and there is an air of open cooperative spirit and hidden competitive agendas. The Realm follows a mantra of excellence, achievement, all backed with financial, martial, bureaucratic, and even, magical power. To these ends, things like slavery and exploitation of other cultures is seen as normal and acceptable. After all, the Realm is the great defender of Creation, providing to the stability and prosperity to the lands outside of its massive continent island. Outside of the island, the Realm has a strangle hold on claimed 'satraps' city states that gets loser as one goes farther out. Seen from within as great benefactors, other nations of the world of Creation see them as nothing but spoiled inbred lords that think they already own the world.

Creation is a magitech world. Magic is plentiful if regulated, and the gods and spirits are actually everywhere
and their worship is prevalent. This isn't a good thing as much of Creation is still unclaimed and possess many dangers, from man eating predators to hostile elementals. The architecture and vibe is loosely based on Shinto or East Asian themes.

Backstory:
The little lordling grew up the apple of his family's eye. Brilliant, clever, and a willing student, he excelled in his primary and secondary schools and seemed to be an exemplar for House Apothecary. The House was minor compared to the main Noble Houses but provided the alchemical reagents that went into the creation of artifiice. The House owned all the premier hospitals and medical churches and made fortunes on longevity drugs. The young lord took to these trades like a bee to honey.

He however was unskilled when it came to the cutthroat politics of the Noble Houses and slowly distanced himself from the meaningless power plays and red tape. A marriage was arranged, and while he liked his bride to be well enough, she didn't, finding the odd and cryptic tendencies of the apothecaries to be quite revolting. Finding very little acceptance at home, Pox went abroad on 'field surveys' for new magics and new reagents for their trade. While in the 'threshold' Pox experienced life and the suffering outside of the civilized and rich land owned by the Realm. Disease was everywhere, with causes blaming the taxation of the Realm that left its satraps starving. Creating an artifact of his own, his signature mask, he walked with pride among lepers and plague, tending to whomever needed him.

Then the darkness came. An invading force without number that stormed in from the far flung reaches of Creation towards the center. Pox found himself out of the healing houses and onto battlefields, refining his healing magic to something akin to the spread of poison, disease, and entropy. Pox himself even organized an operation meant to inflict a terrible pandemic on the invading forces. This Contagion felled legions, enemy and ally alike, earning him the cruel and fearful names that would haunt him to this day.

It only halted the advanced, delaying them. It wasn't enough, and instead put a target on his back. He defended his triage tent like a demon, felling dozens with medical implements and forgoing his magics to prevent more harm. He was overwhelmed.

And fell. Another feast for the crows.

Other: Pox's coping mechanism is to talk alot and have a hopelessly optimistic disposition. Despite being a lord, he is quite servile when it comes to the health of those around him. Despite the need for him to perform his atrocities, he cannot come to grips of the evils he had committed, and thus is seeking atonement. He wears the mask as a reminder of the horrors he had wrought.

//will get a theme soon.

:: Dragon Heart ::

Pox

"Burns, Frostbite, and puncture wounds? Well, you had an interesting day huh? Don't worry I have a brand new concoction for this! You'll be right as rain in no time! And it tastes like strawberries!"

Behind the Mask

Name: Apothecary Pox

Nickname/Alias: Healie Bird, Pox, The Alchemist

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Rank: Not a Member yet

Physique:

Outside of his uniform, Pox can be described as lanky to the point of being sickly. Nearly stark white in comparison to the darker colors he wears. He also has a complextion that is almost... uncanny. Pox's medical magic allows for superficial reconstruction of flesh and he uses it on himself to give himself flawless physical features. Its too flawless though, and comes across as doll like if you look too long, seemingly made of porcelain.

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"Oh you don't want to hear about me. You're the patient. You're much more important."

Personality

Pox is a man of contradiction. He's scary looking, wears spooky clothing, does scary things, but is all smiles and encouragements and creature comforts and hot chocolate. He wants to bring some light back into this dark world. He flatters, he encourages, he studies and shares, bringing a sense of child like wonder with him. He loves to laugh and loves to bring cheer and loves to always learn. His curious mind will allow for nothing else. At the same time however, his look and position as an untouchable makes that quite difficult and he is evasive at best when it comes to questions about himself or the World Serpent Guild. Indeed, he gets quite chatty when the conversation goes somewhere he'd rather it didn't, a tell tale sign that he's hiding something. His words are so prepared and reflexive that there is almost something uncanny about them, something unsettling. A quirk he picked up by being in a dark guild. Loose lips and all.

Likes

• SCIENCE! As in, experimentation
• Chemistry
• Biology
• Noise (as in the chaos caused by being surrounded by others)
• String Music
• Weird Smells
• Strong Drinks, like hot chocolate
• Discoveries
• People (Just so interesting)
• Gizmos, Gadgets, and oddities
• Research
• Animals, particularly the noble rat and the clever crow.
• Romance Novels

Dislikes

• Silence
• Boredom
• Food Mold
• Hot Weather
• Personal ambitions at the expense of others
• Crime and Disorder
• Needless Harm
• Lack of cleanliness

Fears

• Being Alone: Pox fears that his particular habits and actions will push people away. He craves connection but knows its hard for others to get close no matter how welcoming he is.
• Being a Monster: His Guild makes him do some pretty horrific things. He wonders if he does the bad things cause he's forced to, or that he welcomes the challenge and experimentation.
• Helga Zanthrax and some of the new members of the World Serpent Guild.

Brief Bio

Born a lesser noble of a kingdom whose culture stems from a strict adherence to prophecy and divination, children's lives are determined shortly after birth. Astrologers read the stars, check the crystal balls and determine a child's rightful place. Pox was set to be a doctor before he could walk and was taken in by the established family of healers and medical wizards. Thankfully, the horoscopes were correct and Pox itself was a prodigy when it came to understanding the magics and sciences of his position. However, his wanderlust and craving for knowledge made him anxious, and affection and familial bonds were secondary to personal acchievement. Without significant ties, being lured away to join the World Serpent's Guild following a purchase of their merchandise was almost too easy.

Apothecary Pox was actually happy with the World's Serpent. He didn't have any restrictions, had access to exotic and illegal knowledge and spent a decade in study and refinement. Every new discovery was met with accolades, personal wealth, and acceptance. With them, he finally found a family and even grew close to some of their members, becoming their chief manufacturer of potions oils, and mercenary doctoring. Than, everything changed when Helga Zanthrax took over. Friends and family were slain or fled, but Pox was given no such opportunity. Helga utilized Pox's skill in medical magic as another asset to her goals and developed with him something very loosely akin to a master and apprentice. She took his research, and he learned some of her recipes, knowledge, and magic. It was however in no way a cordial relationship.

Helga used Pox, forcing him to study, to learn, to practice on kidnapped individuals and experiment to find breakthroughs, under threat that she or her lackeys would torture them herself. Pox committed atrocities, his tears streaming and hidden underneath his souless mask. At the very least Pox learned forbidden techniques and tapped into some of Helga's magics, but he is trying to figure out a way to escape with such knowledge but he is absolutely terrified of her. He is a villain in need of rescue.

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"Can't we talk this out? I mean, I don't think anyone wants to get hurt right?"

Magic
Medical Magic

Description
A unique blend of caster and holder magic. The magic is completely designed for Pox to heal patients who are injured and to utilize magic as the primary form of medical care. This is incredibly useful when Pox is without his impliments or alchemical draughts, but it does require his journal (something he is never far away from.)
This magic is time consuming and labor intensive. Potions are better for quick battle field conditions. This magic is best used for life saving procedures outside of combat.

Spells

• Flawless Diagnostic Technique: With a tap of a joint, feeling for a fever, checking tonsils Pox knows exactly what is afflicting his patient.
• Body Mending Wellness Prana: Making motions as if repairing a tear on a coat, light and thread appear to mend the broken flesh of a patient. Meant for treating injuries, its a time consuming procedure that requires Pox and the patient to be still, like actual surgery.
• Contagion Curing Touch: Using acupuncture and massaging the magic meridians of a body, he can isolate a disease into a single point to excise or expel it out of someone's system. The disgusting ball of contagion can be used for other purposes provided Pox has a container to preserve it.
• Exorcise the Corruption Procedure: As above but it works with poison effects still lingering in someone's system.
• Wholeness Restoration Method: Heals those that have been polymorphed or shaped via some effect or magic. Under this surgery, the body is like clay and he remolds it painstakingly back into its original shape.
• The Art of Tranquility Procedure: Curses and afflictions that affect the mind and soul are lessened to the point of becoming benign. Several uses of this procedure will cleanse the system of the magic. The curse must be wholly understood to be healed.
• Flash Heal: Quick and Dirty Health. Its an instant cast but expensive and it's meant to relieve stamina and stabilize bleeding wounds or other injuries so that the target can fight on. It's no substitute for healthcare and bed rest.
• Benediction of Health: More of a buff, the target receives increased stamina and the ability to resist wounds and stay in the fight. Only one cast may effect a target, and the target becomes exhausted if still injured when the effect wears off.

Magic
Alchemy Magic
Description
Pox's other forte. Partially Holder Magic, Partially Make Magic. When he not in the operating room, he's in the lab preparing his brews, oils, potions, etc. These are used primarily to remove afflictions, enhance other wizards capabilities with reagents, or occasionally inflict such curses on the enemy.
Spells
Potion Make: Anything Pox has understood and created in his lab and recorded in his journal can be made with magic, provided he has a container to fill it with. This can be costly so he preps himself before hand. If he happens to have the reagents on his person, the magic required is much easier.
Some potions include:

• Lion's Heart Elixer: Increased Resiliance to mundane effects such as exhaustion, pain, fear, and stress.
• Skin of the Mountain Oil: Smeared on skin, it gives it a rocky texture, greatly increasing defense.
• Mama's Little Red Potion: Greatly enhances the bodies ability to recover from injury. Great for in battle fights for that little bit of health needed to keep going.
• Arcane Focus Elixer: Magical rejuvenation and enhancement. A favorite of wizard duelists everywhere. It replenishes some magical power but actually works better for increasing potency and output.
• Granny's Little Blue Potion: Replenishes Magical power, makes the user quite full feeling and thus drinking any more for an hour will typically induce vomiting instead.
• Fresh Breath Draught: Allows the drinker to breath under normally unbreathable conditions like underwater for one hour.
• Dragon's Breath: A spicy concoction, grants the ability to breath a magical element for a few minutes, great surprise attack.
• Elemental Oil: Wiped on weapons, it grants the weapon an elemental property.
• Pancea: Used as a shot. It counters poison effects before they take hold in the system. Requires some pretty quick reflexes to use properly.

While Pox can revitalize an ally with his potions, he cannot replenish his own magic with his own magic. Additionally healing potions are meant to be used as quick fixes, nothing compared to proper surgery. A downed victim will need treatment which takes time and energy.

Solution Make: These are more for the environment or enemies and are typically kept in breakable flasks and tossed as grenades.

• Ghastly Cloud: A thick billous gas. Most of the time it is harmless, only concealing those within. However it can be modified with a few benefits. It can carry gas born poison or disease, be corrosive, magic sapping, and have a magical connection to its thrower, meaning the cloud can be instinctually shaped or even moved. Its not particularly fast, and can be carried away with the wind.
• Northwind Grenade: Contains a concoction that produces a chilling pressurized gas. When smashed, the interior spheres out like the artic winds of the far north, bad enough to leave frost on every surface in the area.
• Black Tog webcaster: A capture and snaring tool used by bounty hunters. Its a sticky tar like substance that coats like glue. It can only be methodically scrapped off, dissolved with a solvent (vinegar works), or will eventually just harden and brittle off in half a day or so.
• Acid Flask: Used for dissolving armor, items, or people...
• Knife Bark Burster: Inspired by a seed pod that bursts to spread its seeds, this bomb is a type of organic shrapnel grenade. The spiny splinters that erupt can even be poisoned.
• Garda Egg: A fire element grenade that produces a sticky fiery tar like substance that keeps burning, even in water.
• Fire Dust Grenade: Typical incendiary bomb, cheap and effective.
• Lightening in a Bottle: Two vessels lie with, liquid seperated by glass. Tossing it breaks the glass and leads to an interesting reaction, the liquids flash solidify into what is described as writhing tentacles as if alive, and causes a massive release of charged particles. Meaning, its essentially and electricity grenade, shocking anything that gets touched by the numerous tendrils.
• Pitfall Mine: A magical device made from earth elemental magic, and reactions that cause vibration. It softens the ground with sound waves forming a 10' by 6' pit.

"Thats all the Magic I know." He smiles

Magic
Poison Magic
Description
Pox uses this type of dark magic as his main form of damage and battle. While lacking the punch of Dragon Slayer Magic, the magic is no less horrible, capable of killing slowly and insidiously. Victims can walk into poison clouds and not even be aware of it without some kind of enhanced sense until they are inflicted with the symptoms and damage.
Spells

• Miasma: A billowing cloud of venomous green seeps from his mouth and forms around him. The Cloud is a vector for other types of magic, and partially conceals him. Its basically a type of environment magic centered around him.
• Poison Make: As solution or potion make, he can form flasks and even needles and syringes of poison. He commonly uses a tranquilizer to take out opponents, but he can formulate particularly deadly poisons such as Hydra Venom. He will throw these items at his enemies or use other spells that simulate the effects.
• It's Already Inside: You can't fight something inside you, and Pox shows this fact. While in the Miasma, Pox can make clones out of his gas. These are only for defense, offering the enemy shadows to waste their attacks on.
• Toxic Bolt: A very simple and direct. The liquid ball of ooze is corrosive and will poison a target.
• Venom Burst: A ball of poison coagulates in the Miasma and bursts into a corrosive poisonous ooze that coats targets. Again, his poison effects only aim to neutralize targets.
• System Shock: If a victim gets poisoned by any effect, regardless if they are effected by it or not, it only needs to be in their system, Pox can control it while in their body as a very accurate and armor bypassing attack. He consolidates it in the victims stomach or other organ and ruptures it. On the bright side, the poison is neutralized, the downside its like getting a strong kick to the stomach or area. One of Poxes few actually damaging poison spells.
• Pandemic Swarm: The gas of poison coalates into carrion birds, vermin, and locusts that swarm and attack victims in an area. Those within these swarms contend with poison and dozens of bites, pecks, and claws.

Magic

Disease Magic

Description
Caster Magic that is designed to erode, to weaken, to sicken, entropy by another name. Its a combination of Vitriolic Acid, Degradation, and Compromising of established systems. As with posion above, they can be insidiously hard to notice. What is worse is some spells are designed to be contagious, affecting allies that attempt to aid the victim. These spells are more akin to curses as they have some pretty freaky magical and esoteric effects.
Again, these afflictions are designed to weaken over time rather than flat out destroy. Save for particularly potent conditions which Pox hardly ever uses, victims will recover, and the hexes can be removed with appropriate treatment.
Spells

• Affliction Hex: Pox enchants an object or surface to become infectious with a type of disease. Anyone touching it becomes infected. Even the floor can be hexed, but it always resembles a symbol burned into it. The Miasma spell makes these hexes difficult to see.
• Bonepuppet Dancing Flu: The Skeleton of someone starts to resist its commands and always starts with joint pain and soreness. Pox can focus on a diseased person and control their actions and movements. He cannot force them to use magic or do anything else while controlling their body.
• Rusted Joints Disease: For Immobilization, The persons body becomes akin to metal joints, dripping with rust. Movement becomes very difficult and they are profoundly heavy as if made of brass. The symptoms include sluggishness and metal taste in their mouth aside from having to drag their limbs to be able to do anything.
• Dreaming Pox: Colors, Smells, Sounds, even Tastes become hyper sensitive. It makes it difficult for someone to focus and sometimes the stimulation can be unbearable, effecting Aim and their preceptions. Sometimes victims get lost in the visions as there is a mildly addictive quality to them.
• Apathitis: Starting as lethargy, a dullness of reaction, and a lack of enjoyment, victims find it difficult to be motivated to do pretty much anything. Victims dwell on the negatives, ask what the point is, and even seem to lose color. Particularly strong emotions can override this effect.
• Vitadeficiency Syndrome: This disease makes the victim appear sickly and on occasion coughs up mucus and blood. The disease attacks the stamina and resilience of its victims, leading to additional weaknesses against attacks or even overriding resistances against types of attacks.
• Wracking Weakness: Physical and Magical power are sapped from this disease that turns the skin into a purpilish color and the tongue a gross yellow. The actual effect is subtle, the victim is unaware of the act of potency until they try to hit or cast their magic and find it lacking the punch it usually does. Wears off in a half hour on its own.
• Sleeping Sickness: Victims fall into deep slumber and cannot be woken up by mundane means. Typically lasts for a day and the victims wake up feeling pretty refreshed. Pox uses this on particularly hard headed patients that DO NOT GET WHAT BED REST MEANS!
• Pacifism: Simply named, a general feeling of elation and well being spreads from one target to another. They are so without rage and sorrow, the drive to compete and fight is all but undesired. When attacked, they will flee or attempt to talk the person down. Even if they have to fight, their heart just isn't into it. A sparkle in the eye is a well known symptom of this condition. Lasts a few hours.
• Mana Coagulation: Corrupted Magic attach the magical lines of a target, purple veins appearing on the stomach, arms, legs, and temples. Magic is greatly reduced as the flows within their body are clogged with cancerous magical cysts. It requires much more magic to use spells burning out a wizards reserves that much more quickly.
• Mind Blank Syndrome: Symptoms include short term memory loss, as well as loss of how to cast randomly chosen spells. Permanent effects cannot be 'forgotten' this way, only specific actions. Memories come back in less than an hour.
• Burning Soul Contagion Hex: Pox's worst disease against other wizards. Using magic has a terrible side effect, some of the magic flows of the body is inverted, twisted. The energy has no where to go but out of the wizards body with disastrous consequences. Using magic of any kind immediately results in a type of magic burn, the excess magic erupts as elementally colored fire and the wizard is not immune to their own magic. Casting spells causes terrible internal burns that scorch them from the inside.

Magic

Flesh Magic

Description
Like Medical Magic but much much more horrifying. This magic isn't designed to heal what is broken, it's designed to improve what is already functioning. Through the same time and procedures and numerous nefarious substances, Pox can modify living tissue, offering and granting mutations and creating new types of organisms dubbed, hommunculi. Some of its uses can be a bit more benign, regrowing severed limbs, altering faces, removing excess fat and age lines, if you want to be boring.
Spells

• Waste not Want not: When a victim suffers a particularly egregious injury, such as dismemberment, Pox can attempt to replace the limb with anything that could conceivably work as a replacement. Another arm, clockwork prosthetics, even just some metal bars and a claw. The more complicated, the longer the procedure. The result is that the person has a new functioning limb, complete with sensory data and control, its effectiveness however is limited to whatever the limb is made of. There is a convalescence period as the body gets used to new limb and the scar tissue forms.
• Miraculous Regeneration Procedure: A very long, sometimes days, sometimes weeks, Pox commits his magic to regrowing a limb of a person. It requires atleast a few hours per day to begin the process and the patient needs plenty of bed rest.
• Flesh Like Clay Prana: A surgery where Pox molds the patient into something else. Age lines, scars, tattoos, even body structure can be altered in superficial ways that effect a person's appearance. He cannot increase or decrease size by more than 10%, cannot turn a lizard man into a human and vice versa, or change genders.
• Spider and Octopus Remodification: As Waste Not Want Not, but it adds an additional limb or limbs. Its a good idea to have a donator on hand or create a functioning limb before the surgery. Additionally just cause someone has wings now doesnt mean they can immediately fly with them. Having an extra limb is an awkward experience that takes some convalescence to use properly.
• Golem: The Pinnacle of Pox's Restorative Capabilities. Pox can partially revive and animate dead tissue into a puppet golem under his control. This process requires a lab and plenty of spare parts and preservatives, using pins, thread, and other items to essentially suture a construct together. The ritual than animates the creature. While it brushes with Necromancy, Golem uses Pox's magic as its power source, and thus he cannot make too many of these creations without alot of outside magical sources. He only dabbles with its capabilities but he has created some pretty terrifying creatures for his and his guilds protection. No creature can last more than a week, as rot, friction, and entropy turn the horrid thing into useless piles of dust.

Items

• Apothecary Mask: Kind of a symbol from the family he was given at birth. Sometimes they go into plague conditions, the mask offering protection to disease and poison both mundane and magical.
• Encounter Leathers: His uniform is made of greased leather that resists stains and fluids and always appears clean. Very resistant against chemicals and biologicals such as acid splashes.
• Alchemical Collection of various vials and reagents.
• Field Medical Equipment
• Knives, saws, syringes, scalpels.
• Magical Journal, which acts as an arcane item for his alchemical and medical magic.

Miscellaneous: The intention for Pox is to change sides at the first opportunity. He'll be grateful to whoever frees him from his servitude in the World Serpent. He could easily be a Guilds Primary Healer.

:: Dragon Heart ::

I got accepted XD