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Post by darky on Oct 18, 2014 10:17:50 GMT 1
Making his way to the nearest blacksmith to the inn, the Child of energy walked with the familiarity that came with them being in the city so often. It also made the dryness of the air compared to his home bearable. Has it already been 8 months? He couldn't help but reflect back. so much had happened in that little time. Most notably for him; he had gone from having no magic aside that little spark needed to activate gems, to being able to control a substantial amount of energy to a good deal of proficiency, and used it to help people- along with the occasional explosion. He'd pull himself away from memory lane once he noticed he was approaching a smith. Just wandering over, waving "hey, any work for poor little me here?" a smile on his face
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Post by thalslaw on Oct 18, 2014 11:20:45 GMT 1
Serene, Nemos continues with his book. He's wholly absorbed in it. For once, he's actually smiling.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 18, 2014 19:25:21 GMT 1
The blacksmith's response to seeing Jadyr was somewhat similar to how one would greet a favourite nephew - he had grown fond of the young man. "Good to see you again!" he practically boomed out, waving him over. "I've always got work for you!"
(OOC: Here, have a smith who likes you. Save you rolling every time you want work.)
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 18, 2014 20:45:25 GMT 1
(OOC: I want a thread )
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Post by darky on Oct 18, 2014 20:56:44 GMT 1
(ooc: woo!)
"Awesome!" child of energy would stroll on over "so how have you been keeping recently?" he was hoping that he was capable of trying his new idea... but he'd see how it'd go
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 18, 2014 21:23:29 GMT 1
(OOC: Just got back from work!! I'm off tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow morning ) The blacksmith nodded happily. "Had to make an order of two hundred daggers for some noble idiot, so... bored. You here to make things interesting?"
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Post by darky on Oct 18, 2014 21:47:36 GMT 1
"whoa, two hundred?" Jadyr looked surprised "did he say what for? cause that's a fair amount." and it smelled too much like suspicion. it could easily be for the war, but at the same time, it could just as easily be for bad purposes
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 18, 2014 22:29:33 GMT 1
The smith shrugged. "He does strange things like that. Mark my words Jadyr, he'll be giving them back to melt down and turn into garden ornaments or somesuch next week. Long as he pays well, I don't complain too much."
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Post by darky on Oct 18, 2014 22:32:58 GMT 1
"fair enough," he'd give a shrug "so we've got a bunch of them to make. i've had an idea recently i want to try out. never know, may speed up the work if my idea works" he'd go and take a seat. seeming excited to try it
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 19, 2014 12:05:06 GMT 1
Under normal circumstances, the smith would have laughed at a suggestion like that, but he liked Jadyr, and the man was a good smith. Besides, making a Child of Power like you was always a good idea, he reasoned, so he nodded. "What do you want to try?" he asked.
(OOC: Anyone who isn't darky can feel free to have their characters do something after sitting around for a while.)
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Post by darky on Oct 19, 2014 12:14:47 GMT 1
He'd hold up his hand, focusing on making a dagger blade with his power. albeit looking too big, but also hollow inside "well the whole point of the manual work is to sharpen the blade, add all the patterns and all round finishing touches. so what if, to cut that work out, we have something like a mold for you to shape the metal into? that way you can just make it fill the space inside."
(ooc: if I need to roll to form that shape, focus is control to create the inside of the mold with sharp edges and patterns. also i'm assuming the guy is a metal mage to be working in this trade)
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 19, 2014 13:01:40 GMT 1
(OOC: Failed power)
As Jadyr spoke, the smith raised an eyebrow. "Nice try, kid, but your dagger's got a hole in it." He pointed at a spot near the hilt, where the thin, hollow dagger was worn completely thin. "Maybe practice that magic a bit? I should be able to work it with you when you're strong enough, I've combined my magic before."
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Post by darky on Oct 19, 2014 13:11:02 GMT 1
frowning at his creation, letting it fade "almost worked. ah well, sure. practice makes perfect in the end" turning his attention back to the smith "that does remind me, think you're powerful enough to use magic to talk to other metal mages? that'd be a big help- i'll explain the details if you'd like while we work out way through these daggers" and at that, he'd take his familiar spot to start his work on the large order
(ooc: smithing please!)
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 19, 2014 14:43:46 GMT 1
(OOC: Rolled knowledge smithing, and repair (for the actual deed, you know, check you don't stick your hand in the forge or something. Passed both.)
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Post by darky on Oct 19, 2014 14:57:46 GMT 1
(ooc: that'd be painful...) Whilst hammering away, the Child of energy would explain "You see, there's stuff going down in Nishango, which has made one of the other children of power feel the need to return to his home at the capital. Between him and the court wizard, Melasni, they're going to do what they can there and keeping in touch with them- and having our finds quickly told to the other group would help us a bunch. Unfortunately, we haven't found a child of metal- and if we had, i doubt they'd be powerful enough yet to do this all for us, so I'm asking you."
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 19, 2014 15:28:27 GMT 1
He nodded thoughtfully, but with an apologetic look on his face. "I'll ask around some of the other smiths for you, okay? I don't think I could do anything like that."
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Post by darky on Oct 19, 2014 15:38:20 GMT 1
smiling, giving him a thumbs up "much appreciated either way. thanks a lot" and with that, he'd turn his attention back to the work at hand, no doubt sharing some of the adventures he's had between his visits to the smith
(ooc: don't expect too much out of Kairo and Thalslaw. they're spending the weekend putting up fences, btw)
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Post by JaccusRed on Oct 19, 2014 15:40:57 GMT 1
(OOC: I'm available )
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Post by Kairo on Oct 19, 2014 22:49:31 GMT 1
Coming back into his awareness of what's around him, his internal thoughts are disrupted by the realisation that he hasn't been moving for a few minutes, and the people around, or more, above, are giving him odd looks. He's been face up in the water, hands behind his head, almost in a restful post. He rights himself, then smiles and waves at them at them. "Sorry, I kind of got so lost in what I was thinking about, and stopped swimming. Heh..."
Looking around, he's in one of the main rivers leading up to the waterfall, a good mile from the rest of the city. Ah well, onwards and upwards. He looks behind him to the towering monstrosity that is the great waterfall of Ayewelleyah. It's still some distance off, but he can make it in a minute or two, if he exerts himself. He closes his eyes, feels the water around him, and the magic inside, builds it up, and releases it. A torrent of water flows behind him, as he's catapulted forward in a burst of speed. (OOC: using a couple of power points, because why not)
After a minute or two, he arrives at the pool underneath the great waterfall. It looks pretty empty, he thinks. A perfect place to meditate on the thoughts that have been clouding his mind since the news about the war, and even before that. They've had a hell of a journey... travelling all over the world in these past few months, surviving countless experiences where others might have lost their lives. Fate, it seems, could be on their side, for now. That said, the Children of Power are not something to trifle with, that much has been clear since the beginning. "But, we're not invincible, that was proven when we lost the Child of Darkness..." Another sigh, as he mourns the loss of a friend he never got the chance to meet.
Time passes, Kairo floats there, unaware of the passing sun.
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Post by thalslaw on Oct 19, 2014 23:25:40 GMT 1
Even just contact with books seems to earth Nemos. He's keeping the book he's written for now.
But even as he sits there in Winter's courtyard -- just sitting there on the paving slabs in a garden of stone, sand, occasional gust of dust and with the sounds of running water and wind -- the Child of Ice becomes him more and more. To Nemos, to be a Child of Power means to be in harmony with the other elements, to strive for this unknowable seeming, obscure goal and sacrifice everything for things so seemingly insignificant... yet far reaching...
Frail looking, for Nemos looks far too careworn and venerable for his age, he rises with the chill wind. His hands fall to the pouch to his front and he holds the Orb, communing with it as he starts to walk.
His attention is on many things, revitalised for his literary fix, as he walks holding an artifact openly through the streets. His senses pick up the press of gravity from below, the pressure of air from above, the warmth of damnable Aiwelleah and the scouring of the dust on the wind. For one, he's observing with the intention of finding signs of Roden or his henchmen. He's looking for sounds of talk about Jadyr and Kairo as well. More importantly, he's going to the pub. He's asking after lowlifes who sell stories for their drink and stay for the night, who live day by day and hang off of their ability to be creative. At this time of day they would likely be rising, he thinks. The evenings are time for socialising, so mornings need to be time for sleep. The noontime chimes would herald their opportunity to move on, so the ones most successful would still be hung over.
He has the orb in plain view, simply to see what people make of it as they dialogue. Doubtless he churns through several persons but Nemos is always polite, always careful to hide his queries on story-telling behind phrases like "Life's a bit of a riddle, with things like this to mull over" or "one could trade a good few tales about that hangover you're nursing."
... because there's no better way to get the feel of a person's problem and enlist their efforts than by seeing what they trade to drink over at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. If people he meet just completely miss the point, he can talk to them at great length over the subject they just mentioned until they cave in and go away.
(OOC; probably a lot of rolls in there, but I had all weekend to think about it. Sorry.)
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 20, 2014 12:07:58 GMT 1
[OOC: Nothing about Roden or his henchmen, or Jadyr/Kairo. Failed Streetwise, the people in the pub are quite simply too drunk to get anything out of - still drunk from the previous night! Anyone else, it turns out, is too hungover to care about what they see as some idiot prattling on about nothing... besides, you woke them up!]
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Post by thalslaw on Oct 20, 2014 21:26:54 GMT 1
Reasoning that there's an awful lot of nothing going on, Nemos continues prattling on. He may be an idiot sometimes, but there's no faulting that the academy of "What some bloke down the pub told me" just got a whole lot more educated. Long story short, Nemos does good by randomly getting to know people; trading tales. The first story he would tell would be about magic existing in opposition to itself. It has set itself apart from mundane matters, yet it seeks to be everywhere at once. Its options are like doors, yet it keeps these doors locked. Such an existence tells of a thing that does not know how it wants to be, so when people make snowmen, the ice elementals start to sing. (Total tosh, but he can talk about the unexpected sounds of an icecapped mountain, and the light that shines quite vividly. It's an experience that the people here might not have had, so it's worth telling. Also, possibly already getting a few drinks in him.)
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 21, 2014 16:35:27 GMT 1
The people Nemos is talking to are, in equal measure, getting very frustrated at the idiot prattling on, and listening in rapt awe to the total tosh they believed to be amazing true facts. Very little of any value - or, for that matter, truth - is imparted or learned.
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Post by thalslaw on Oct 21, 2014 20:12:02 GMT 1
"And that's about me talked out. I may have a bit of a thirst to talk sometimes, but that's me done." He pays up and leaves.
Frustrated he couldn't find a potential contact there, Nemos returns to the inn-room. His intention is to experiment further with magic. He doesn't say a word. Having had his downtime, he's an awful lot more collected.
If otherwise unmolested, another bathtub full of water would happen. He expends all his magic getting tiny snowmen to dance... plus whatever is stored up in the Orb.
Think Sorcerer's Apprentice... in snowmen.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 22, 2014 18:40:06 GMT 1
[OOC: Guys? Anyone? I have no characters in this RP, remember? I'm just here to GM.]
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