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The Alchemist
The Alchemist was mere miles away from the tall sapphire blue and pristine white tower and the sun was high above him, it was high noon. As he continued on his dusty animal path, Aurelius noticed a small blue flower with a gold orb surrounding the actual flower off the path in a small wooded area. The sun glanced off his white teeth as he smiled, it was a Magnum Opus, which is a very rare ingredient and can only be found in strong magical areas. Everything on the plant can be used, from the gold orb to the roots below, it all had its uses. The gold orb, for example, can be powdered and added to any potion, or poison, and its power would increase ten fold. Luck really favored Aurelius as a patch of Magnum Opi that contained six more flowers was only a few feet further. While the appearance of seven of these special flowers might be ordinary to an average passerby, even a skilled wizard, it serves as a warning and it says that there is powerful magic at work. That worried Aurelius, in all of his years he has never seen seven Magnum Opi together; however the appearance of seven of the flowers also meant their alchemical uses would be even stronger so he picked them.
After his brief detour Aurelius Ingem exited the small wooded area and noticed something disconcerting, the sun had gone down and almost touched the horizon. All he could think is that there is something very wrong here as he made his way toward the tower. By the time he reached the tower the sun was halfway down and the old alchemist was tired. He was very grateful to see the giant stone doors swing open effortlessly and a servant to come grab his heavy bag full of the tools of his trade. However the curling stairs far up into the top of the tower concerned him, but he should have known he wasn't lucky to have bottom floor room. For forty-nine steps he stopped up, only having to stop once to lean on his staff a for breather. His room was bare, but big and very blue. It had a single bed, a night table, a large window, and a desk that would be perfect for his things. He thanked the servant and took his bag to arrange the many items required for a proper alchemist.
He pulled out a heating element powered by an energy crystal, he turned it low and placed a special pan on top of it and inside were the seven Magnum Opi. Now he must wait.
Name: Aurelius Ingem
Aliases: The Alchemist
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Aurelius is a 5'10 with cropped hair that was more salt than pepper. Below his crow's feet and golden eyes lay a beard not more than an inch thick the color of his hair. While his mind is young and virulent, his body groans with old age most days, but given enough time he can make a potion to suppress age related maladies.
Backstory:
Aurelius was the youngest of seven brothers, like his father before him, and that meant he was a seventh son. Seventh sons of seventh sons are special, they're seven times seven, it comes with certain abilities. The abilities vary from person to person, but it always makes the son's magic stronger. Aurelius knew nothing of magic, thinking it only to be a myth he thought nothing of it. His father was a trader and wanted young Aurelius to follow in his footsteps, but he was more interested in his mother who ran an apothecary. Maybe it was because his father was always gone or something deeper, maybe destiny.
When he was twelve, much to his father's disappointment, he chose to follow his mother. Within three years he knew the name of all but the most obscure herbs, in their true names, and their uses. Within another year he had learned a dead archaic language and all his mother had known, so she sent him to learn more. He was sent to a cottage, that almost looked derelict and in the middle of nowhere. Inside was a wizened old man with a stereotypical curling white beard and thick spectacles. He was poring over notes muttering absent mindedly. He was a very strange man and the pipes and flasks full of luminous liquids were even stranger than the old man.
In the following two years Phineas, the old man, began to teach him of things stranger than he ever would have know, how to change common metal to gold, coal to diamonds; he learned how to create the cures to disease, how to make a universal solvent. The wonders of transmutation allowed for innumerable possibilities, only if you could set your mind to it and work with absolute precision.
At the age of 18, Phineas told Aurelius of some of his own work, the search for Panacea. It is a mythological substance that can cure all sickness, even death, and Phineas believed he could create it. So Aurelius and his master set on trying to discover the recipe. The journey took them to the great deserts, to the wise men in the east, and back again. Over the years his master had been slowly falling deeper and deeper into the depth of insanity. Refusing food for days and speaking in gibberish, then we gained clairity, it was a day he knew to be his last he pulled out an old leather bound book, yellowed with age. Aurelius was just entirely happy to see his master, somewhat well. He tried to get up and go grab water. Phineas told him to stop and listen sternly. He beckoned him closer, his voice weakening with each second and told him his journal contained notes on Panacea, he said he was close and all he needed was one agreement. Just one, but then he expired. Rather than weep over the corpse of his master, Aurelius, decided to continue his master's work.
So for thirty more years he continued to travel collect the notes and information trying to piece together the information that he needed to complete his master's work and preserve his memory.
Weapons: A staff of wood hardened from al;chemic processes that leave it harder than stone with a retractable blade for combat purposes. It's also a handy walking stick.
How did you find out about the tower?: Written in ancient glyphs and symbols was a message, for Aurelius, it said cryptically, "I have the knowledge you see" and then it gave directions.
Personality: He is a scholarly man and is not one to make rash decisions or have flashes of anger. He works with a single mindedness toward every project until he finishes. He may be stern and withdrawn at times, but he can be talkative after a glass or two of mead.
Magic School and Skill: Alchemist
Aliases: The Alchemist
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Aurelius is a 5'10 with cropped hair that was more salt than pepper. Below his crow's feet and golden eyes lay a beard not more than an inch thick the color of his hair. While his mind is young and virulent, his body groans with old age most days, but given enough time he can make a potion to suppress age related maladies.
Backstory:
Aurelius was the youngest of seven brothers, like his father before him, and that meant he was a seventh son. Seventh sons of seventh sons are special, they're seven times seven, it comes with certain abilities. The abilities vary from person to person, but it always makes the son's magic stronger. Aurelius knew nothing of magic, thinking it only to be a myth he thought nothing of it. His father was a trader and wanted young Aurelius to follow in his footsteps, but he was more interested in his mother who ran an apothecary. Maybe it was because his father was always gone or something deeper, maybe destiny.
When he was twelve, much to his father's disappointment, he chose to follow his mother. Within three years he knew the name of all but the most obscure herbs, in their true names, and their uses. Within another year he had learned a dead archaic language and all his mother had known, so she sent him to learn more. He was sent to a cottage, that almost looked derelict and in the middle of nowhere. Inside was a wizened old man with a stereotypical curling white beard and thick spectacles. He was poring over notes muttering absent mindedly. He was a very strange man and the pipes and flasks full of luminous liquids were even stranger than the old man.
In the following two years Phineas, the old man, began to teach him of things stranger than he ever would have know, how to change common metal to gold, coal to diamonds; he learned how to create the cures to disease, how to make a universal solvent. The wonders of transmutation allowed for innumerable possibilities, only if you could set your mind to it and work with absolute precision.
At the age of 18, Phineas told Aurelius of some of his own work, the search for Panacea. It is a mythological substance that can cure all sickness, even death, and Phineas believed he could create it. So Aurelius and his master set on trying to discover the recipe. The journey took them to the great deserts, to the wise men in the east, and back again. Over the years his master had been slowly falling deeper and deeper into the depth of insanity. Refusing food for days and speaking in gibberish, then we gained clairity, it was a day he knew to be his last he pulled out an old leather bound book, yellowed with age. Aurelius was just entirely happy to see his master, somewhat well. He tried to get up and go grab water. Phineas told him to stop and listen sternly. He beckoned him closer, his voice weakening with each second and told him his journal contained notes on Panacea, he said he was close and all he needed was one agreement. Just one, but then he expired. Rather than weep over the corpse of his master, Aurelius, decided to continue his master's work.
So for thirty more years he continued to travel collect the notes and information trying to piece together the information that he needed to complete his master's work and preserve his memory.
Weapons: A staff of wood hardened from al;chemic processes that leave it harder than stone with a retractable blade for combat purposes. It's also a handy walking stick.
How did you find out about the tower?: Written in ancient glyphs and symbols was a message, for Aurelius, it said cryptically, "I have the knowledge you see" and then it gave directions.
Personality: He is a scholarly man and is not one to make rash decisions or have flashes of anger. He works with a single mindedness toward every project until he finishes. He may be stern and withdrawn at times, but he can be talkative after a glass or two of mead.
Magic School and Skill: Alchemist
xD Well, I was always imagining that the characters were actually using a language other than English- like Tolkien did. But, sure, lets say that we all speak English in a world without England
It can be called common tongue or something of the like and its good.
@Hael psst
Name: Aurelius Ingem
Aliases: The Alchemist
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Aurelius is a 5'10 with cropped hair that was more salt than pepper. Below his crow's feet and golden eyes lay a beard not more than an inch thick the color of his hair. While his mind is young and virulent, his body groans with old age most days, but given enough time he can make a potion to suppress age related maladies.
Backstory:
Aurelius was the youngest of seven brothers, like his father before him, and that meant he was a seventh son. Seventh sons of seventh sons are special, they're seven times seven, it comes with certain abilities. The abilities vary from person to person, but it always makes the son's magic stronger. Aurelius knew nothing of magic, thinking it only to be a myth he thought nothing of it. His father was a trader and wanted young Aurelius to follow in his footsteps, but he was more interested in his mother who ran an apothecary. Maybe it was because his father was always gone or something deeper, maybe destiny.
When he was twelve, much to his father's disappointment, he chose to follow his mother. Within three years he knew the name of all but the most obscure herbs, in their true names, and their uses. Within another year he had learned a dead archaic language and all his mother had known, so she sent him to learn more. He was sent to a cottage, that almost looked derelict and in the middle of nowhere. Inside was a wizened old man with a stereotypical curling white beard and thick spectacles. He was poring over notes muttering absent mindedly. He was a very strange man and the pipes and flasks full of luminous liquids were even stranger than the old man.
In the following two years Phineas, the old man, began to teach him of things stranger than he ever would have know, how to change common metal to gold, coal to diamonds; he learned how to create the cures to disease, how to make a universal solvent. The wonders of transmutation allowed for innumerable possibilities, only if you could set your mind to it and work with absolute precision.
At the age of 18, Phineas told Aurelius of some of his own work, the search for Panacea. It is a mythological substance that can cure all sickness, even death, and Phineas believed he could create it. So Aurelius and his master set on trying to discover the recipe. The journey took them to the great deserts, to the wise men in the east, and back again. Over the years his master had been slowly falling deeper and deeper into the depth of insanity. Refusing food for days and speaking in gibberish, then we gained clairity, it was a day he knew to be his last he pulled out an old leather bound book, yellowed with age. Aurelius was just entirely happy to see his master, somewhat well. He tried to get up and go grab water. Phineas told him to stop and listen sternly. He beckoned him closer, his voice weakening with each second and told him his journal contained notes on Panacea, he said he was close and all he needed was one agreement. Just one, but then he expired. Rather than weep over the corpse of his master, Aurelius, decided to continue his master's work.
So for thirty more years he continued to travel collect the notes and information trying to piece together the information that he needed to complete his master's work and preserve his memory.
Weapons: A staff of wood hardened from al;chemic processes that leave it harder than stone with a retractable blade for combat purposes. It's also a handy walking stick.
How did you find out about the tower?: Written in ancient glyphs and symbols was a message, for Aurelius, it said cryptically, "I have the knowledge you see" and then it gave directions.
Personality: He is a scholarly man and is not one to make rash decisions or have flashes of anger. He works with a single mindedness toward every project until he finishes. He may be stern and withdrawn at times, but he can be talkative after a glass or two of mead.
Magic School and Skill: Alchemist
Name: Aurelius Ingem
Aliases: The Alchemist
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Aurelius is a 5'10 with cropped hair that was more salt than pepper. Below his crow's feet and golden eyes lay a beard not more than an inch thick the color of his hair. While his mind is young and virulent, his body groans with old age most days, but given enough time he can make a potion to suppress age related maladies.
Backstory:
Aurelius was the youngest of seven brothers, like his father before him, and that meant he was a seventh son. Seventh sons of seventh sons are special, they're seven times seven, it comes with certain abilities. The abilities vary from person to person, but it always makes the son's magic stronger. Aurelius knew nothing of magic, thinking it only to be a myth he thought nothing of it. His father was a trader and wanted young Aurelius to follow in his footsteps, but he was more interested in his mother who ran an apothecary. Maybe it was because his father was always gone or something deeper, maybe destiny.
When he was twelve, much to his father's disappointment, he chose to follow his mother. Within three years he knew the name of all but the most obscure herbs, in their true names, and their uses. Within another year he had learned a dead archaic language and all his mother had known, so she sent him to learn more. He was sent to a cottage, that almost looked derelict and in the middle of nowhere. Inside was a wizened old man with a stereotypical curling white beard and thick spectacles. He was poring over notes muttering absent mindedly. He was a very strange man and the pipes and flasks full of luminous liquids were even stranger than the old man.
In the following two years Phineas, the old man, began to teach him of things stranger than he ever would have know, how to change common metal to gold, coal to diamonds; he learned how to create the cures to disease, how to make a universal solvent. The wonders of transmutation allowed for innumerable possibilities, only if you could set your mind to it and work with absolute precision.
At the age of 18, Phineas told Aurelius of some of his own work, the search for Panacea. It is a mythological substance that can cure all sickness, even death, and Phineas believed he could create it. So Aurelius and his master set on trying to discover the recipe. The journey took them to the great deserts, to the wise men in the east, and back again. Over the years his master had been slowly falling deeper and deeper into the depth of insanity. Refusing food for days and speaking in gibberish, then we gained clairity, it was a day he knew to be his last he pulled out an old leather bound book, yellowed with age. Aurelius was just entirely happy to see his master, somewhat well. He tried to get up and go grab water. Phineas told him to stop and listen sternly. He beckoned him closer, his voice weakening with each second and told him his journal contained notes on Panacea, he said he was close and all he needed was one agreement. Just one, but then he expired. Rather than weep over the corpse of his master, Aurelius, decided to continue his master's work.
So for thirty more years he continued to travel collect the notes and information trying to piece together the information that he needed to complete his master's work and preserve his memory.
Weapons: A staff of wood hardened from al;chemic processes that leave it harder than stone with a retractable blade for combat purposes. It's also a handy walking stick.
How did you find out about the tower?: Written in ancient glyphs and symbols was a message, for Aurelius, it said cryptically, "I have the knowledge you see" and then it gave directions.
Personality: He is a scholarly man and is not one to make rash decisions or have flashes of anger. He works with a single mindedness toward every project until he finishes. He may be stern and withdrawn at times, but he can be talkative after a glass or two of mead.
Magic School and Skill: Alchemist
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Cuidad, Isla Ocena
The room was filled with hazy cigar smoke and lit by a low, dim light that illuminated an escritoire, a very tired man, and four walls. An escritoire is a small desk used for writing, the tired man is the Presidente Roman Salvador, the four walls were a foot of solid steel alloy with small vents. Even though Roman is the President of an entire nation he had to beg and plead his security advisor to allow this desk into this cramped room because she said it "reduced the level of safety." It didn't make sense that the desk was a security concern, so, with all his presidential power moved the small desk into the panic room. But for now it serves as a writing room for the Presidential Memoirs which are slowly coming along. Very slowly. He actually made it three whole pages fluidly before he got interrupted by his Head of International Relations, Raefiel Gidare with a very polite letter from the Kal Sol of KalMea politely refusing the need for troops to quell the terrorists. Roman rubbed his hand through the groomed salt and pepper hair, all he could think was Damn. The Kal Sol very politely refused his offer and generally out maneuvered him diplomatically. Roman's hand hit the table,
"Gidare, how do we fix this, this is a mark of embarrassment on the nation of Hambria." It took Raefiel a moment for his mouth to spit out the best solution he could come up with,
"Sir, Roman, you need to write a letter back, not asking if he needs help. You must respect him as a leader of the his country. Just give him your apologies and you might be able to retreat from this with an amount of dignity." Salvatore looked at Raefiel with daggers for eyes, but instead he very grudgingly replied,
"Whatever helps save face Gidare, you're dismissed." The minister disappeared leaving the President of Hambria to push away his memoirs and beginning to write his short letter of apologies.
KalMea
Kal Sol Mulspan,
I am sincerely sorry and I hope I didn't cause offense to your proud nation. I was merely trying to expand a bridge between our two people and explore the options of our countries working together. To rectify my mistake I would like to invite you to our annual Independence Gala in Ciudad, as well as our more personal family dinner as a guest of honor.
Sincerely,
Roman Salvatore
Roman looked at the letter once more, proof reading it and hoping that this didn't come off as weak to the opposing country. He poured his whiskey and stared into bottom of the amber drink.
Thousands of miles north was Katrina Claire, in the land of the Elves and the eternally long waiting periods. After spending nearly a day in the Customs office she had been waiting for several hours in a government building, waiting on a nameless minister.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Sounds cool@Hael
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Posted, its small but at least its something I suppose.
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Yllendthyr
Katrina Claire walked broadly in the Yllendrian daylight, she had just been through purgatory. It took almost a full day in the clean and pristine customs office for her passport to be verified, but Katrina suspected that somewhere in the mysterious works that is chain of command there was a racist elf using his powers to "protect" his country or maybe it really did take that long regardless She strove into the city.
One of the beauties of this nation of elves is their wondrous buildings that completely marvel the eyes and in The Capital it is no different. There were different styles of buildings present in the city. In downtown lay the most ancient and wizened buildings, there were houses from which were grown from trees and the theme of nature was prevalent. As the years progressed and the town grew to a thriving city more buildings popped up with contemporary designs. One of the true wonders of the world were the sparkling Mithril buildings where sunlight reflect and refracted into colorful iridescent shades of light.
Now Katrina made her way through the busy town and its hustle and bustle of the bio diesel vehicles and found herself in the lobby of a government building where she waited politely to meet the man in charge of international trade.
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