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Post by Lucius Blackthorn on Aug 13, 2023 12:39:22 GMT -5
In the heart of Sol City, Lucius Blackthorn, a modest mage, received a letter by post that piqued his curiosity. The inked words described an unusual opportunity – a local potion maker sought those brave enough to test uncharted elixirs. Despite his reserved demeanor, Lucius had always nurtured a fascination for the alchemical practice and its unpredictable wonders.
His robes, adorned with silver embroidery, were a simple reflection of his craft. Dark and functional, they whispered of his connection to the mystic arts. With a hint of excitement and a touch of trepidation, Lucius navigated the bustling streets, the towering gold walls around Sol City serving as a testament to its grandeur.
At the entrance of the potion shop, Lucius was greeted by a pair of assistants. Elara, with her freckled face and curious eyes, exuded an air of excitement and nervousness. Finnian, tall and earnest, carried himself with a sense of dedication and a worn leather notebook in hand.
"Master Blackthorn, we extend our gratitude for your willingness to partake in this venture," Elara said, her voice tinged with excitement.
Finnian, a young man with an earnest appearance, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, your presence lends a certain weight to our experiments. Your insights as a practitioner of the arcane are invaluable." Lucius inclined his head, humbled by their words. "I am intrigued by your proposal. Let us proceed."
In a simple backroom, a wooden table held an array of vials, each containing an enigmatic potion. Lucius studied the vials before him, his fingers tracing their contours as he considered his choice to partake. Others were present, fellow testers drawn by the same curiosity.
They were presented with a vial, its hue mute.
"Elara, would you kindly explain the nature of this potion?" Lucius asked, his voice a calm river of inquiry.
Elara's eyes lit up as she spoke. "This potion is believed to reveal fragments of forgotten memories, a glimpse into one's past that has faded from conscious thought."
Lucius nodded, absorbing the information with a thoughtful nod. Uncorking the vial, he brought the elixir to his lips and took a measured sip. Its taste was an amalgamation of flavors, earthy and tinged with a hint of sweetness. As his eyes closed, a sense of tranquility settled over him, and he felt his consciousness expand, delving into the depths of his own history.
Within the recesses of his mind, Lucius embarked on an intimate journey, guided by the potion's magic. The memories that unfolded were like whispers from the past, a mosaic of moments that held fragments of his experiences. Traumas of the past.
As the effects of the potion gradually subsided, Lucius turned to the person seated next to him, a fellow tester who he assumed had also taken the elixir. "May I inquire, do you have any symptoms?" he asked, engaging in idle chatter and trying to forge connection amid the shared exploration into the unknown.
As they conversed, Elara and Finnian re-entered the room, holding experience and symptom checklist sheets. These forms were distributed to each tester, their presence a reminder of the practicalities intertwined with their alchemical endeavors.
"Please take a moment to document your experience," Elara suggested with a gentle smile, her curiosity evident in her eyes. "Your insights will aid us greatly in refining our potions."
Lucius shifted his attention to the checklist, penning down his observations and the echoes of the memories the potion had revealed.
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Aug 15, 2023 9:23:55 GMT -5
Sol City was an old friend of hers, and sometimes she felt she never truly left the city, as she was able to keep a close eye on it. Several eyes, actually. The city was peppered by Sparrows - her informants, all unsuspecting people, from ladies of the night to beggars, merchants and sages, all people who owed her a favor or two. Or even people who'd like to fall under her grace. Which was ironic, since the city couldn’t give her a wet fart when she lived there, as Valatar's apprentice.
But things have changed, definitely.
For a start, her relationship to Baram had changed greatly. They still kept up the tradition of trying to prank annoy the other as much as possible, but where once there was a heated rivalry, the years and yards they put between them had opened way for... what, exactly? Friendship? Probably, yeah. The former rival and her were in much friendlier terms than they have been the past century or so - enough for them to start making business. And despite their past, it was good for business that Baram kept speaking good things of her, given his closeness to the Crown.
Which was why she answered his calling so promptly. Kamille owed Baram a favor, so when he asked her to represent him, all she asked was when and where.
"There’s an alchemist, in the heart of the city, that asked me to help him test some of his potions. Fancy you could take my place."
Well, at least the task fell right under her specialty, but she couldn’t help but get the feeling there might be a catch to it. Baram was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of those. He must know she was the one who dared a dark fairy to thrash his tower......
Anyway.
The Witch arrived at the alchemist's shop, looking around curiously. She had the looks of a lady, adorned in expensive leather and lace, but what truly set her apart was her cloak: lined in black feathers that danced with the slightest breeze, it had become the trademark of the Witch of Moonglade, almost as much as the raven perched up her shoulder. Finnian promptly stood up and ran to greet the newcommer, suddenly coming to a halt upon laying eyes on the dramatic half-elf beauty. A shadow of recognition crossed his eyes.
"G-good morning! How can I help, my Lady?"
"Hello! My name is Kamille. I'm here in the name of Master Baram - he apologizes for not being here himself, but I'm sure you can be understanding of how busy the man is. I understand there is the need of some people to test a few potions?"
"O-oh! Y-yes, yes! Ahem... Give me a moment, my Lady..."
As the assistant went to whisper to Elara, the raven perched up on the woman's shoulder took flight to search for an opportunity to do what he did best.
Mischief.
Unceremoniously, the black bird landed before the man as he was jotting down something, focused.
"CAWWWW! Hello! My name is Mischief!"
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Post by Lucius Blackthorn on Aug 18, 2023 23:51:32 GMT -5
After consuming the alchemist's potion, Lucius experienced heightened senses and a new perspective on his surroundings. He documented his observations in meticulous notes, capturing the vivid colors and subtle vibrations he now perceived. During this, a woman dressed in black entered the room, accompanied by a raven.
A raven, its feathers as dark as midnight, glided gracefully through the air before alighting on the edge of the table beside Lucius. Its eyes, sharp and intelligent. The raven's presence exuded an air of mystery, its sleek form a stark contrast against the room's surroundings.
The raven's unexpected ability to converse intrigued Lucius. "Well, Mischief, I must say your name does you justice," he remarked with a twinkle in his eye. "I trust your presence heralds more than just a mere flutter of feathers." Lucius gazed at the woman whom the bird seemingly came from.
The alchemist's assistants, a duo with an air of expertise, moved through the group with an aura of confidence. Their movements were precise, each step a testament to their familiarity with the potions they presented. The pair worked in tandem, their actions synchronized as they distributed the new potions to the eager testers, their words resonating with a sense of both caution and excitement.
Approaching Lucius with a hint of mischief in their demeanor, one of the assistants presented a vial so small it almost seemed to disappear in their palm. Inside was a minuscule swirling concoction, its colors shifting like a mesmerizing dance. "Esteemed tester, we offer you the 'Whisperwind Elixir,'" they began with a sly grin. "This tiny potion grants you the ability to understand the language of insects for a short while."
Lucius arched an eyebrow, a blend of curiosity and amusement in his gaze. "The language of insects?" he echoed, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "A most intriguing endeavor indeed, to bridge the gap between man and minibeast."
The assistant nodded with a gleam of excitement. "Indeed, even the smallest creatures can hold wisdom in their words. Be prepared for insights that might be more enlightening than anticipated." With a whimsical smile, they extended the vial toward Lucius, their eyes dancing with anticipation.
Lucius raised the vial to his lips, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism on his face as he took a sip of the Whisperwind Elixir. To his surprise, a tingling sensation coursed through his body, and he felt his surroundings shifting and distorting. In an instant, he found himself shrinking, his once towering frame dwindling to a fraction of its size. As the world around him expanded into a towering realm of giant furniture and towering objects, Lucius couldn't help but let out a bemused chuckle. It seemed that this potion had taken quite the unexpected turn, and he now stood amidst a landscape that was both enchanting and utterly bewildering.
Staring up at Mischief he found himself a bit worried.
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Sept 2, 2023 16:01:29 GMT -5
As the world seemed to get bigger and bigger around the man, he would notice how a pair of shinning beetle eyes shone with renewed interest.
Suddenly, the raven became a giant beast before his eyes, casting an ominous shadow over the tiny man.
"CAWWWW!"
With an enthusiastic flap of his wings, Mischief jumped after the tiny man, trying to catch him in his beak, possibly mistaking him for a tasty treat.
Not far from there, it looked like the woman in black was still talking to the apprentices, clearing up the situation. She wasn't the one being expected, truth be told. But both apprentices, especially Elara, seemed to jump in excitement when she learned of the woman's identity.
".....oh! Ohhhhh! My Lady! Forgive me, but.... You're the Witch of Moonglade, right?! Oh my!!!! By Solaria!!"
The Witch would never get used to that kind of reception - her name being thrown around so much. It used to be known only in certain circles, more reclusive ones - but now that had finally attained a ladyship...
She didn't seem to like it.
But still, she was being fairly patient and talkative to the young apprentice, as she started to ask questions about the Golden Consortium and how to get in and what was it like to-....
"I'm sorry, but have you seen my raven? I'm sure it's better for me to check up on him... He might be getting himself into some trouble, you know..."
"Ohhhh, is the raven your familiar? Or is he a trained bird?"
"Hmmm... Neither, actually... Mischief?"
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Post by Lucius Blackthorn on Sept 6, 2023 17:37:33 GMT -5
In an inexplicable twist of fate, Lucius Blackthorn, the enigmatic mage known for his towering presence and mastery of runic magic, found himself reduced to a diminutive stature, standing before a colossal raven. The imposing bird's ebony feathers glistened in the dim light, its obsidian eyes fixated on the miniature mage. It was as if the very fabric of reality had conspired against him, shrinking him to a fraction of his former self.
Summoning all the authority he could muster in his reduced state, Lucius bellowed, "Mischief!" His voice, though amplified with magical resonance, sounded oddly high-pitched and feeble. The raven, apparently named Mischief, paid his command no heed and launched into a flurry of pecks that seemed more like an unrelenting tempest of beak and feathers.
Desperation clawed at Lucius as he contorted his miniature form, narrowly evading the raven's relentless assault. His movements were agile but fraught with anxiety, as he darted and weaved with uncanny speed, all the while attempting to capture the attention of anyone capable of rescuing him from this nightmare.
His voice strained to its limit, Lucius cried out, "Can you do something!?" His plea echoed through the giant realm of the raven's domain, resonating with a sense of urgency and vulnerability that he rarely displayed. It was a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor, but his current predicament left him with no other choice.
As he continued his acrobatic dance to evade Mischief's relentless onslaught, Lucius hoped that someone, somewhere, would hear his desperate call and come to his aid.
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Oct 2, 2023 8:54:23 GMT -5
Not without some trouble, eventually Kamille was able to distract the apprentices for long enough to get to search for her raven. Mischief wouldn’t do something as dumb as trying to eat alchemical components or dunk down on potions, but her expectations towards the mischievous raven stopped right there. It could very well be toppling down flasks and expensive glassware if he felt like it, no matter how well behaved he was at home.
"Oh, there you are Mischief... What are you doing? Wha.... wait...... WHAT?!"
At first, she had thought that the raven had just been hunting a bug or a mouse, but mice didn’t squeak like that...
IS THAT A PERSON?!?
"Oh my! Are you okay... sir?! What happened?!!? Ohhhh! Mischief, stop that! Stop! Here, have a shinny!"
Those seemed like magic words, as the raven imediately stopped chasing the man, turning expectantly to his Mistress. The Witch promptly paid the tribute, offering the raven a shinning solar, which he took eagerly. That seemed to distract the bird long enough, as he started to dance happily up and down, tapping the golden solar on the wooden table.
Kamille, on the other hand, lowered to have her eyes on the same level as the... little man?
"Uhm... call me crazy, but I'm feeling this... This is not normal, right? What happened here, sir?"
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