Mage Guilds; Quest for the Demon Blade.

[Temm]

Apellio didn't even pay attention to the other mages as they dealt with their own training dummies, the warlock walking through the doors, calling back with a "wonderful!" in response to the bath, sliding his cloak off his shoulder and tossing it back, Timore rapidly slithering through the shadows to stand, the cloak falling onto it's own back, the warlock walking forwards in his colourful robes before taking a look around the interior. That immaculately white marble and quartz formed a smirk on his face, such a place had such an easy entrance. To infiltrate it seemed almost effortless.

He stepped over to a staircase and made his way through several hallways before arriving at some sort of elevator, the mage stepping inside before evaluating the insides. He squinted, unknowing as to how to work the elevator, Timore slithering in behind him and looking around with him.
"Any ideas?" he asked, sighing slightly as his hair began to take on a bit of more orange colouration around the tips. Timore shrugged, looking back at the hallway, seemingly uninterested in the elevator.

"That woman's familiar was strange." he said, Apellio looking at him with a raised brow, tilting to look out into the hallway, as if expecting her to be there the way Timore was looking, upon being disappointed he went back to searching the elevator for any clue as to how to work it, a shroud of madness across his face, blocking any kind of common sense. Even the simplest of mechanisms would baffle him at this moment.

"What do you mean?" he asked, Timore rolling those bright green eyes of his and looking up at him, taking on the appearance of the pseudodragon from earlier.
"It doesn't matter..." he muttered, looking over himself, or, the psuedodragon shape he was before turning into a copy of Apellio and stepping in to the elevator.
"You're blinded by madness, you know." he said, turning him and bringing his attention to how Timore's eyes had become purple once he turned into Apellio, the mage sighing, rubbing his eyes.
"Yes well you would be too if you actually looked at this thing!" he exclaimed, continuing to fruitlessly fondle the walls of the elevator, Timore stepping out, he too didn't understand it though he didn't understand most magical constructions. He merely went looking for either help, or that pseudodragon. Whichever he stumbled upon first.

 

[Potatocat]

Seli lifted the young man up and helped him along through the main gates and on towards her laboratory. There she would have more of what she needed to try and save the poor boy's arm from having to be removed. It was very seriously burned and she doubted that she would be able to return proper feeling and complete control to what was most likely about to become a barely functional piece of flesh attached to what she had decided was going to be her new assistant and pupil.

After a bit of a walk the two made their way to the fairly cluttered laboratory and helped Arlin into a chair that sat next to the fireplace. After helping him down she immediately set about scrounging around her lab for various ingredients. The whole while the small tabby cat had followed the pair and was now sitting at Arlin's feet, looking up at him.

"Now, I have to ask, how much experience with Alchemy do you have boy?" She pulled a few dried leaves from a small pouch and started grinding them up with a mortar and pestle. "Judging by those ingredients you are carrying with you I'd assume that it would be a decent amount. Potent items you have there. Potent items indeed." She was obviously intrigued by the young man and the hinting of alchemical skill in his equipment.

 

[Temm]

The witch's boy naturally followed this woman as she dragged his practically lifeless body through the hallways, it's not as if he had a choice in the matter, other than the one she proposed earlier to him. Naturally he didn't wish to go through the rest of life with merely one arm, though he's heard of powerful mages who can construct rather wonderful replacements. But that wasn't exactly what was crossing his mind for the moment.

His legs stumbling forwards, mostly using gravity as a mere propulsion method to launch him forwards in subtle motions to reduce the dead weight of his body for the woman to carry, all the while whimpering and wincing at the seething pain running up his quickly numbing arm, the flesh still very much hot as the flesh beneath continued to sear, blood caramelising beneath the hot ashen flesh, his arm beginning to resemble little more than a burnt branch.

Once inside and sat down, he looked around the lab, trying to hold his arm but only hissing in pain whenever he did, simply letting it drape there, looking around with soggy, tear drenched eyes as his cheeks stood red and sore from rubbing away the tears. He was on the verge of passing out as the pain ran through his arm in wave after wave as mere air touched it, but he grit his teeth, stifling his cries as she asked a question

"W-what?" he asked, barely able to speak through his clenched teeth, looking at her with disbelief, his arm a charcoal log, tender insides and nerves slowly being lost to the searing sensation, and she's asking how he fares with alchemy? He almost couldn't believe it, squinting at her, he'd raise his arms for comedic effect if he could. "I-I'm d-decent..?" he responded, almost questioning as to why he was responding at a time like this.