Mages United: The Fatal Summit

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"Ye also want to apply, bud?" the innkeeper shrugs as he laughs in your face. His wooden eye rolls blankly, followed by his good eye scrutinizing your very soul. "So, scrub, what's your name?"

You: <insert name here or any dialogue involving your name>

"Hah! What a name for a scrub!" the innkeeper grasps his beer-belly in a fit of chuckles. "A'right, a'right. How old are you then? Still, you don't look like a mage to me."

You: <insert age and appearance dialogue>

"You don't look that young." the innkeeper narrows his vision on you. "Meh. I've seen worse. Anyway, you must be a mage, right? What's your power majingy then?"

You: <insert ability/power dialogue>

"Oooooohhhh, scaryyy." the innkeeper spoke in a tone so sarcastic that he could be the king of sarcasm at any moment. "You think your power is enough to keep you alive? Hah! The last time that Darain asked for an elite squad, none came back alive. Although, Darain still lives-- the mission was accomplished still. But, the reward stayed with Darain since... well, dead people don't need no gold."

You: <insert any comments your mage might say-- this will reflect your mage's personality>

"Yeah, yeah. Just talk to my left hand...." the innkeeper extends his left hand to you. "'Cus yer decision ain't RIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" the burly man rolls on the floor in extreme fits of laughter. After a good minute of laughing, the innkeeper stands up and sighs in glee. "Whatever. Here, take the ad, and go to that hill. Good luck, scrub."

You: <your mage's parting words. Something that will reflect his purpose and insight in joining the squad>

Notes:
1. You're not really required to submit the form above, but I will HIGHLY LOVE YOU if you do. It gives me the chance to know your mage better. If you do not submit the form above, just give us your mage's name, age and power in your first IC post.
2. Keep powers at a considerate level. This means no powers which will obliterate people in a single flick or stare. You get what I mean.
3. I will be tossing in some lore snippets from time to time. These snippets are important to the plot, and to your mage as well. Do check the OOC from time to time!
4. You can invent your own lore of the world-- this is a sandbox. Make things as you go, but make sure it is logical.
5. Romance is acceptable, but you know where the border stands.
6. There will be DEATHS in this RP, and these DEATHS will occur if your mage does the wrong decision or choice. This rp will attempt to stimulate your noggin'.
7. Have fun :D

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Archmage Lynx twirled his cane in the air, his brand new boots scraping on the dusty hillside. Only a few more hours before the designated meeting time and conclave of the mages who might have responded to King Darain's call for escorts. The King's goal is to reach Mt. Tyjal before the summer solstice, and in this case, he needed a group of mages to escort him safely.

It was not going to be an easy job, but of course, its rewards are not to be taken lightly as well.

Lynx stood under the shade of a great tree which is known as the Viltis, the Giving Tree. Legends say that all life on Trejold are bound to the Viltis-- although, it's just rumors, right? The mages should be arriving anytime soon, and Lynx prayed that no one would be late... It would be quite a motivation for him to lecture such irresponsible mages.

"I wonder what interesting swarms would answer the call of a king?" Lynx sighed, relaxing under the tree's shady leaves. "Then again, in this world... should I still be surprised?"

The sun rose above the horizon, its lazy yet determined journey across the skies was the omen of a long quest ahead of the mages who had answered the call.
 
"Ye also want to apply, bud?" the innkeeper shrugs as he laughs in your face. His wooden eye rolls blankly, followed by his good eye scrutinizing your very soul. "So, scrub, what's your name?"

Naomi looked at the disrespectful innkeeper. "Why would I give my name to such a disrespectful person, but if you must know its Naomi."

"Hah! What a name for a scrub!" the innkeeper grasps his beer-belly in a fit of chuckles. "A'right, a'right. How old are you then? Still, you don't look like a mage to me."

"What gives you the right to judge me but I'm 22."
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"You don't look that young." the innkeeper narrows his vision on you. "Meh. I've seen worse. Anyway, you must be a mage, right? What's your power majingy then?"

"I am the ice mage that brought the southern border to its knees."

"Oooooohhhh, scaryyy." the innkeeper spoke in a tone so sarcastic that he could be the king of sarcasm at any moment. "You think your power is enough to keep you alive? Hah! The last time that Darain asked for an elite squad, none came back alive. Although, Darain still lives-- the mission was accomplished still. But, the reward stayed with Darain since... well, dead people don't need no gold."

"That may be true, but i do not plan on dying."

"Yeah, yeah. Just talk to my left hand...." the innkeeper extends his left hand to you. "'Cus yer decision ain't RIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" the burly man rolls on the floor in extreme fits of laughter. After a good minute of laughing, the innkeeper stands up and sighs in glee. "Whatever. Here, take the ad, and go to that hill. Good luck, scrub."

"Thank you. Now let's hope I don't get abandoned by this group." She slowly made her way out the inn and up the hill. When she reached the tree. She noticed another mage up there.
 
Tick, tock, tick , tock. How long was it since Lynx was waiting for his allies to arrive? An hour or so? Maybe. He could feel the magical energies of Trejold floating all about, and as an archmage, he knew the war that was fought in order to maintain such peace within the land. A bloody war which was known as the Sundering. The Sundering was a great civil battle that occurred because a group of fanatic mages believed that magic was supposed to be used only to incite Chaos-- the natural order of the world. Of course, the Overseer then, Sir Iya, gathered all other mages to combat this threat. Long story short, the rebellion was quelled, but not without a heavy cost.

The clangs of battle still resounded in Lynx's psyche, and he could do little to forget such bloodshed. Then, he felt it... A powerful magical energy was approaching the hill.

His eyes set upon a female whose hair shone like the golden sun, and whose eyes were as blue as the Lapis-Lazuli waters of Drabanom. Well, he already knew who she was... That certain female mage was not really on good terms with the 10 Archmages, because of her recent deeds of sacking the Southern Borders. Still, she was a magic user who was to be respected. A little more control and discipline and she could already be an archmage-- given enough time and support.

"Naomi.. what a pleasure to see you here. I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't known of me, but rest assured that the council of the 10 Archmages know very well who you are. How fares the South, love?" Lynx chuckled, conversing casually with the fellow mage. "You still look as beautiful as the day you incurred the spite of the Council."
 
"Ye also want to apply, bud?" the innkeeper shrugs as he laughs in your face. His wooden eye rolls blankly, followed by his good eye scrutinizing your very soul. "So, scrub, what's your name?"

"My name... my name is Luna Fawkes."

"Hah! What a name for a scrub!" the innkeeper grasps his beer-belly in a fit of chuckles. "A'right, a'right. How old are you then? Still, you don't look like a mage to me."

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The pink-haired, scarlet-eyed maiden with a witch hat and robes looked at the fat guy. She was a dainty, petite madamoiselle who stood at 140 centimetres. "I am 15. A young age, but it's a start."

"You don't look that young." the innkeeper narrows his vision on you. "Meh. I've seen worse. Anyway, you must be a mage, right? What's your power majingy then?"

"My former mentor taught me a potentially powerful form of magic," she replies, "with this, I could potentially transform into myriads of beasts. These are my catalysts. Mythos Crystals."

Luna displayed four different crystals -red, blue, green and yellow - all of them seeming to contain some sort of being in a fetal position. "There's more - and will be more."

"Oooooohhhh, scaryyy." the innkeeper spoke in a tone so sarcastic that he could be the king of sarcasm at any moment. "You think your power is enough to keep you alive? Hah! The last time that Darain asked for an elite squad, none came back alive. Although, Darain still lives-- the mission was accomplished still. But, the reward stayed with Darain since... well, dead people don't need no gold."

"I will, in no way, let my mentor down. Show me the way."

"Yeah, yeah. Just talk to my left hand...." the innkeeper extends his left hand to you. "'Cus yer decision ain't RIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" the burly man rolls on the floor in extreme fits of laughter. After a good minute of laughing, the innkeeper stands up and sighs in glee. "Whatever. Here, take the ad, and go to that hill. Good luck, scrub."

"Thank you very much." Luna then proceeded to walk upwards towards the hill. "Now, where is that place?"
 
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Naomi Looked at him and wondered how she didn't recognize him. "Arch mage lynx, it's been to long. Last time I saw you was when I confronted the 10 arch mages. If my memory serves correct the southern borders are a frozen wasteland." She took a seat by the tree. "I'm surprised king darain talked an arch mage into this." She looked down the hill as she felt another magical presence.
 
"Greetings."

The tiny lass walked up to the top of the top of the hill, to gaze upon the Archmage Lynx hanging near the Viltis, a grand tree that was said to power Trejold. The tiny lass was Luna Fawkes, who used a rather specific form of magic.

"Might I be interrupting a conversation? Anyways, my name is Luna Fawkes. It is a pleasure working with you," she tips her sizable witch hat.
 
"Frozen wasteland, indeed, love. However, Council didn't really take a good liking with what you've done. Still, you, technically, didn't break any of the laws." Lynx smiled, tipping his hat. "Well, it gets tiring hearing one case after another. I need a new environment, and when King Darain proposed this task, I was more than willing to leave the courthouse."

Lynx sighed happily, the council might not be friends with Naomi, but he didn't find anything wrong with her... yet. "I trust that your icy abilities will prove useful to our journey, yes?"

Suddenly, Lynx's attention was caught by a young lady. "Ah, young lass. Greetings." Lynx returned her greeting as well. "You came at the right time. I was scared of the thought that I would be alone with Naomi the ice mage. It's a good thing you've arrived." Lynx tipped his hat. "Tell me, lass, your name, and what magical specialization you undertook?"

The wind blew once more... When would the king arrive, though? Still, Lynx didn't feel too confident with his current group: an ice mage who's a tad bit disagreeable, and a lass, no older than 16 or 17. She might be powerful, but she might still be inexperienced. Oh boy, this was going to be fun.
 
"My mentor has taught me how to use these to transform into various beings," Luna took out four tiny jewel-like pieces, each seeming to contain a miniature creature being in fetal position. "Using it is easy, but mastering the full potential of these many forms... and even controlling them... these Mythos Crystals are potent but risky if used for too long."

She then kept the four crystals in her robes. "Will a demonstration be required?"
 
Lynx smile knowingly. He patted the girl's witch cap, pulling it down a little bit as if teasing her. "I can already sense a lot of potential from you, lass. I won't force you to show me anything, but if it is okay with you, I'd also like to see what my companions are capable of." the archmage chuckled.

"Still... why is a young lass, such as you, take up this deadly quest. You know that we will traverse through every kind of obstacle conceivable. This will not be an easy task..." Lynx tilted his head in wonder. His orange eyes waltzed over to Naomi. "I am also intrigued as to why a mage such as yourself would also risk her life in this perilous journey."

The archmage twirled the cane in his hands. "This will not be an easy quest, my dears. This quest could be compared to that of a novel... It would take a long time for a novel to be created. Some of its characters might die... but the story has to continue until we reach the epilogue. You get it, don't you? Your life is on the line here."

In Lynx's mind, he wondered whether these mages are just in this for the reward of 100,000 gold pieces. Honestly speaking, Lynx wasn't in it for the gold, he was in it for the adventure-- to escape from the deathly boredom of his work as an archmage. Each of them has a motivation to keep here, they all came from different chapters of a novel...

The problem is... would their stories be good enough to be able to create a satisfying novel?
 
Naomi eyed the young mage. "Great I'm stuck babysitting." She looked at arch mage lynx after his snarky comment "I wonder what you would look like as a snowman." She pulled her knees to her chest. "When king darain asked me to come out here, I thought that it was time to leave the southern border."
 
"Ye also want to apply, bud?" the innkeeper shrugs as he laughs in your face. His wooden eye rolls blankly, followed by his good eye scrutinizing your very soul. "So, scrub, what's your name?"

"My name's October Garrett, but most people know me as Hellfire."

"Hah! What a name for a scrub!" the innkeeper grasps his beer-belly in a fit of chuckles. "A'right, a'right. How old are you then? Still, you don't look like a mage to me."

"I'm nearly twenty-one, come fall."Oct.jpg

"You don't look that young." the innkeeper narrows his vision on you. "Meh. I've seen worse. Anyway, you must be a mage, right? What's your power majingy then?"

"I'm a wraith, from Reaven, in the north. I can control shadows…" To demonstrate, he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes before extending his consciousness to the rest of the tavern, feeling the spots where people were sitting. Then, the shadows elongated, beginning to look more like they would during the evening, rather than the morning. He let out a breath, and the shadows returned to their original spots. "Had people not been in here, this entire tavern would be in flames…"

"Oooooohhhh, scaryyy." the innkeeper spoke in a tone so sarcastic that he could be the king of sarcasm at any moment. "You think your power is enough to keep you alive? Hah! The last time that Darain asked for an elite squad, none came back alive. Although, Darain still lives-- the mission was accomplished still. But, the reward stayed with Darain since... well, dead people don't need no gold."

October, a bit mad at the innkeeper for not being more amazed, or even knowing about him, said, "Well, I've no intention of dying, or of not being paid. I'm sure that I'm perfectly capable of surviving this mission."

"Yeah, yeah. Just talk to my left hand...." the innkeeper extends his left hand to you. "'Cus yer decision ain't RIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" the burly man rolls on the floor in extreme fits of laughter. After a good minute of laughing, the innkeeper stands up and sighs in glee. "Whatever. Here, take the ad, and go to that hill. Good luck, scrub."

Scowling at how the man had laughed at him, October snatched the ad from the man and strode towards the door, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. "You won't be laughing when I have the money and the king is dead…" The temptation to burn the inn to the ground was strong, but he restrained himself and began walking towards the hill, seeing a few people there already. Hefting his kit onto his shoulders, he called out to them, "Hello! I assume that you are the other mages?" he asked as he came level with them.
 
"I am aware of the potential consequences. However, I will do everything in my power to prevent said consequences," Luna assured before shifting her eyes to Naomi, then to the odd, snow-white man.

"That's four. Exactly how many people are we expecting again?"
 
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Lynx jokingly blew a kiss at Naomi whilst he winked his left eye. "At least I'll be a happy snowman, right, love?"

The archmage breathed a sigh of relief as he smiled at the young lass. Her determination was something else. For a child, her eyes bore wisdom that would surpass most of her age. What kind of past did she live through for her to forsake the carefree life of a child? Could it be so traumatic? Perhaps. Lynx would find out soon enough should the group knit closer in the long run. "Ah yes... I hope to see what you are capable of, lass."

Then, Lynx felt it... A somewhat dark and sinister magical energy. It was threatening, but compared to Naomi's, this one was much more hateful.

"Ah, I am pleased that you have arrived. You're not from the middle-kingdom, are you, laddie?" Lynx chuckled, twirling his cane once more. "Still, I believe that you will be able to contribute much to our mission."

Then, Luna mentioned something about an expected number of mages. "I do not know. However, the protocol was to leave once King Darain arrives---"

Lynx's eyes darted over to the opposite side the hill. "--and there he is... King Darain."

Three figures appeared from the horizon. At the right was a golden-haired warrior, his eyes cold and judging. This was Sir Tray of the Brutan Islands. At the left was a stoic warrior with ebony locks. He was tall at almost 6'2. This was Sir Rot of the Cassian Seas. Walking in the center was him, King Darain. The three men walked with dignity, and for a king, he didn't have anything lavish with him-- just simple robes, and a golden scepter.

The three reached the Viltis with King Darain smiling at his 'escorts'.

"A pleasure to meet you, mages." Darain spoke in a deep albeit jolly voice. "And of course... Archmage Lynx. I have only known of Naomi from, err, the tales from the Council. My dominion doesn't stretch too much to the north, but I have heard tales of a shadow mage known as Hellfire. Could it be that lad yonder?" Darain nodded lightly. Darain's eyes wandered over to the child, a little something in him shattered... Why was a child here?

Tray and Rot looked at each other, unsure of what a child can contribute to the mission. However, Darain shook his head. "Now, now, boys. Power is not defined by age." Darain laughed softly. He then pointed to his two guards. "This is Sir Tray and Sir Rot, my elite guardians. I feel safer already with these two by my side, and add a couple of powerful mages into the mix, and I doubt that I'll ever be worried again."

Darain stepped forward, prompting Tray to dash to the King's side. Tray threw a golden orb to the ground, creating a golden carriage with an artificial horse. Rot rode the horse as Darain opened the carriage door.

"Our journey begins, mages... Are you ready? I hope you are. My life is in your hands." Darain bowed lightly to the mages as he entered the carriage. Tray shut the carriage door close, now turning to the mages.

"Come, we have a long day ahead of us." Tray beckoned for the mages to follow the carriage. The golden vehicle began to move at a faster rate. They were heading towards Tyjal from Trejold. Based on the plans, the party would traverse from Trejold, stop somewhere in the forests of Salome, and rush the journey towards the Arcanum Sanctum, the capital of the mage guilds. Then, they would now go to the Brutan Isles, and finally to Tyjal.

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Lynx walked calmly along side the carriage. There were some questions in his mind... However, they would be addressed soon. He didn't want to appear paranoid to his fellow mages, but he secretly hoped that they also had the same questions in mind. "This is going to be one hell of an adventure."
 
Naomi began to follow the carriage as she scanned the area. Hers seals began to glow in her eyes as she prepped in case of an attack. "Lynx, you did a little more research than me about this quest. What happened to the last team the attempted this." She was curious how only darain survived the last one.
 
Lynx sighed deeply with Naomi's question. "That's quite a pickle. You see, not one of the corpses of the fallen mages were ever found. I searched and searched for clues, but the closest I got was the fact that the mages vanished somewhere near the Great Yata Ranges. This is the reason why I suggested to King Darain that we take the longer route which is through Ignitem, the Magic Capital, and the Brutan islands. It will take longer, yes, but I am wary as to what happened in the Great Yata. It's better to be safe than to be sorry."

Lynx sighed once more, a memory flashing into his mind. "The reason as to why I am scared, is because Archmage Corinn was one of the victims of this expedition. He never returned which caused the Council to transfer his title as Archmage to his apprentice, me. I knew Master Corinn... he's powerful, talented, and intelligent. For him to die... well, I do not know what kinds of danger lurks in Yata."

"I can't risk any of you here, you know that, love." Lynx shrugged his shoulders, smiling at Naomi.
 
Luna pondered for a bit as she followed suit. The last shortcut, according to Lynx, was a dangerous one indeed.

"And, what does the longer route behold, sir?" Luna questions Lynx, "I am positive that a little mental preparation would be ideal."

She proceeds to twirl her hair as she walks, the ends of her cloak slithering across the very soil.
 
Naomi shuddered at the mention of the great yata ranges. If there was one place that all fear it's was those mountains. "When I was little, my father would tell me stories of an immortal dragon the rested in the peaks. He fed on the energy of any mages who entered that area. It is also said every 50 years he claims a female mage as a bride. Then again these were just stories my dad told me" She questioned it a bit more. "Did you ever ask king darain what happened? He was the only survivor. "
 
"Oh, they're not merely stories, love." Lynx smiled at his fellow mage. "They're actually true. A Cosmomancer by the name of Noshyk Ianrad took up residence in the Yata Ranges. Noshyk was a man of wild ambition, and unfortunately, great intelligence. As a Cosmomancer, he knew how the magical energies swirled around the universe as well as the very intricate yet quick process of how mages would tap into this magical locus in order for their magical affinity to come to life. In short, Noshyk was a mage who could have led the world of magic into greater futures. However, he used it for evil. Because Noshyk knew how mages would tap into the locus, he began to create an enchantment that would prevent all mages from tapping into the energy... without his permission. This meant that we would have to pay mountains upon mountains of gold just to able to use our powers. Late Overseer Hazim Yata didn't find this exciting at all, and so, he led all the archmages to destroy Noshyk."

Lynx took off his top-hat before brushing his orange locks aside, his eyes deep in thought. "Noshyk was said to be defeated that day. However, it didn't come at a low price... Overseer Hazim was also killed. Hence, in honor of his sacrifice, they named the place as Yata."

The party had arrived at the Salome forest. The soft rustling of leaves accompanied by the pleasant forest scent was a pleasure that most mages were deprived of.

"Honestly, when I asked Darain... he said that he's too traumatized to remember. Tray and Rot wouldn't ask me any further questions." Lynx shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, and did you know, Noshyk was also a great womanizer? He had 32 wives even when he was being hunted down. Perhaps you'd like to be his next wife?" Lynx joked while laughing softly.

Luna asked a good question. What was in store for them? Lynx looked at the young lass, his eyes expressing worry. Honestly, he only had theories...

"Well, my dear... I think we'll be expecting a little bit of a bump somewhere in the Ignitem Desert. Ever heard of Rune Worms? The kind that sucks your magical energy to increase their size? Khali was the known largest runeworm ever known... at almost 30 feet. No biggy." the archmage chuckled.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped moving before the group could enter the forest. Tray went up ahead, and began conversing with an elderly woodcutter. The conversation was quick yet the expression on Tray's face was something akin to horror. The knight bowed to the woodcutter before approaching the mages.

"Archmage Lynx, honored mages..." Tray began. "The woodcutter tells me that there is an Ouroboros that has taken residence in the center of Salome. It will be risky to go through the forest towards the Aschecia Capital. We can evade the snake if we go to the left side of Salome towards the Yata Ranges." Tray suggested. "What do you suggest, mages?"

Lynx smiled, bowing his head. He turned to his fellow magic users. "What do you want to do, my dears? Risk the wrath of the Ouroboros or risk the same event in Yata?"
 
As their journey began, October remained silent, watching and waiting. He would need to know every one of his companions if he was going to complete his job. As they came closer and closer to the forest, he watched it looming above them, like a great sleeping monster. He walked alongside the carriage, behind one of the knights--Sir Rot, he supposed--with one of his hands placed against the carriage.

Sighing softly, he couldn't help but frown a bit as the Archmage described what had happened in the Yata Ranges. In the north, the story was told differently, but...well, he supposed that he couldn't argue with someone who had lived much closer to it.

When the group stopped and the other knight spoke to a woodcutter, he moved a bit closer to Lynx and the other two mages, brushing his dark hair back. Then, as the knight returned, they were given a choice. The Yata Ranges, and whatever remained there, or the Ouroboros in the forest. His violet eyes scanned the horizon for some sort of sign for what they should do, a scowl curving his lips.

Neither option was good, and both could lead to their death. Still...old magic was dangerous. If anything was left in the Yata Ranges, no doubt it was highly volatile and dangerous. And, if anyone lost a limb or died this early in the game, then surely it would hinder their journey. If a Cosmomancer as powerful as Lynx had said had lived there, then there were surely traps and dangers the likes of which none of them had ever seen.

"We should go through the forest. I don't think the Yata Ranges would good...At least...at least we'll know what to expect through the forest."
 
Naomi hit lynx in the back of the head for his joke. "I'm not going to end up anyones wife, unless they prove themselves to me." She thought about the decision before answering. "Both options are equally bad. I would rather take my chances with the mountains." She looked at lynx with a slight bit of concern. What do you think we should do lynx. "
 
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