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| Topic Started: Apr 5 2015, 08:38 PM (773 Views) | |
| 竜 Mazohyst | Apr 6 2015, 03:22 PM Post #11 |
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"In the world of cutthroats and thieves, we have a saying," Artorius spoke with wry smile. "Danger is the price of wealth." Artorius believed those words, having followed them ever since he could remember. However, a long time ago, Artorius believed that pain and struggle was nothing compared to death. Yet, he had soon learned that death and dying was easy, effortless. The only thing that separated you from life and death was one stroke of the executioner's blade, or a pulled lever to break your spine under your own weight. Since then, the saying had begun to hold a different meaning to the man. If there's something in your life worth protecting, worth risking life and limb for, then it's worth it. Surely, Marshall had something more important to him than just his own life. The kid had chosen the hardest of the three paths, which surprised Artorius, but it showed that the kid, if nothing, had guts. "There's too many ex-girlfriends, I'm afraid. Though, I don't think the ones who would want to kill me know my real name," Artorius said with a laugh. A bit of dry wit, but it sounded like Artorius was relatively serious about what he mentioned. That was one of the faults to living in a world of lies and illusions, though. When there's so many, Artorius had a hard time keeping track of which person knew which persona or figurehead. Sometimes he was Artorius Sidonis, other times he went by a myriad of different names like Lucas Laurent, Jake Gyre, a few others. He once had to go by the name Long Schlongula, but that's a story for a different time. "If you live alone, you better learn to cook well," Artorius said plainly, realizing he was starting to sound like he was lecturing the kid. It was unintentional, but it seemed his teacher's habits were starting to rub off on him in a few different ways. "Have you ever tortured someone? Let alone killed someone? You can slap him around if you want, if it makes you feel better, but no real need to get dirt on your hands," he replied, putting down his cigarette after snuffing it on the tray. Regardless of whether or not Marshall chose to strike the man or not, the man had cried out, tears streaming down his face. The man was huge, rotund, but beneath all that fat was a helluva lot of muscle. Yet, before Marshall had even woke up, Artorius had already broken him. There wasn't even so much of a scratch on his face or body outside of when Artorius initially knocked him out. Rather, the man's lungs were blackened, having been subject to a cruel regimen of choking, magical smoke. Smoke had other uses outside of tactical purposes. This much Artorius learned in the Lancarri from a great beast. However, he quickly learned on its own how useful it was to extract information, without leaving as much of a visible trace. "I told you! I told you everything!" the man desperately spoke. "They're after you, Artorius, because you stole something from them and they want it back. The brooch, they want the brooch back! It was his wife's favorite jewel, and he gave it to his mistress by accident. And now that it's missing, he's in deep shit, he can't risk a scandal. Now, please, let me go!" Artorius approached the man, with a serious glance that spoke volumes, or more specifically a low, 'Not yet.' From his sleeve, Artorius produced a venom-coated dart with which he injected into the man's neck. Once the venom took hold, he yanked it out and placed it calmly on one of the tables. "He's still alive, just unconscious again. Now, I bet you're wondering two things: What brooch is he talking about? And who does it belong to?" Artorius grinned before pulling out a golden brooch with a magnificent diamond and several smaller and lesser gemstones emblazoned into it. "How about we go visit the Baron of the city?" |
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| Spider-Jay | Apr 6 2015, 05:49 PM Post #12 |
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Artorius was either being condescending or looking out for him. Marshall had a hard time telling the difference with this guy. He walked away from the man in the chair, he lost his urge to hit the guy. Marshall thought about hitting him, but he figured it'd be childish of him to do so. "Yea maybe I'll pass on the torture..." Marshall lowered his head in shame. For all the shit he talked, all of his jokes, he was still just a kid after all. Marshall raised his head at the sound of anguish. The big guy in the chair broke down crying, seemingly out of no where. He whined about how he had told Artorius everything, spoke of something called a brooch and somebody who had a lot of women. Marshall looked at Artorius, quickly putting two and two together. Just what the hell had Artorius done to this guy? Marshall resisted the urge to move away from Artorius, the more time he spent with him the scarier he got. Marshall's new buddy swiftly knocked out their captor with a vile of some kind of suspicious looking liquid. The man passed out a few moments later. Artorius addressed him, explaining that he wasn't dead. "Actually four things, what the hell is a brooch? And why the hell do you have his wife/mistress' stuff?" Marshall paused. "You know, when I said ex girlfriend I thought one night stands were implied Mr. Lady killer/ actual killer" Marshall had become more comfortable talking to the man, he seemed to take jokes better then Marshall thought he would. Marshall made his way across the apartment and waited at the door. "Actually, make that five. Since you know, people are looking for me/you isn't it dangerous to just walk through the city? Do you have some kind of secret sewer passage way we can go through? I mean don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good street fight as much as the net guy but I think I'd just slow you down if we met somebody who could actually hang with you" Marshall explained, he didn't want to sound like a pessimist but he didn't want to get killed either. Marshall highly doubted anybody would be able to take down Artorius, or even pose some kind of threat to him. In Marshalls eyes Artorius was basically a god, just from that little bit of strength he had displayed back in the bar Marshall knew he was on another level. "Basically I won't be much help at all, I have one spell and it's weak. Really all I have are my blades, but even those are low quality compared to others" Marshall continued realizing for the first time just how weak he actually was. Marshall had met very few people, he had fought even fewer. Marshall thought he was able to hang with a lot of people in the world, he was just now realizing his lack of ability. Marshall kept his realization from showing on his face, he just kept acting normally. No sense in dwelling on things right? |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Apr 7 2015, 08:34 PM Post #13 |
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"In that exact order: A brooch is a jewel of sorts, one you use to fasten a cloak or cape or something along those lines." To make his point, Artorius pulled the stolen brooch from one of his pockets and dangled it in front of Marshall's face. "It's a powerful object. At least, the gem in the brooch, is," Artorius said to him, squeezing the brooch lightly. Immediately, mystical light began flooding from the gem. A sense of immediate nausea would settle in, and the wailing of souls would momentarily deafen ears. Artorius' words would instantly ring true. Whatever the gem in the brooch did, it was powerful and shouldn't be handled by mortal men, at least not by those who would misuse and abuse it. "The Baron is a corrupt, foolish bastard. If he knew what the gem in the brooch actually did, there's no doubt in my mind he'd use it to subjugate this city. At least, even more than he already has." "I intended on keeping the whole thing away from him, but now that he's noticed it's going missing, and he's sending people after both of us, it's become something of a nuisance," Artorius said to him before glancing back at the brooch. "I was hired to do this, by someone or something you might be familiar with, but I can't exactly speak too much of my benefactors. Either way, I'll give him back the brooch and the gem... Just not the real one." Of course, Artorius wouldn't speak too much about his benefactors. It was bad for business, really. However, it was still amusing, nonetheless, to have been given this job by the very Fioran government. Despite how they behaved and acted, the Fioran government wasn't all-powerful, nor were they completely and utterly moral. On more than one occasion, the good 'ol crown had hired Artorius to get his hands dirty for them. Sometimes they paid money, sometimes they blackmailed him, others they provided useful services. On at least one occasion they had expunged his criminal record, but it didn't take long for him to rack that up. Moments later, Artorius went to his workbench in the small little room and pried the gem out with a thin blade of a polished stiletto. The gem gave way with a satisfying clink and rolled out onto the red oak workbench. Following that, Artorius replaced it with a similarly sized and colored gem. It was the real deal as far as gemstones came, but it lacked the same power that the real one had. "Strength isn't everything, Marshall," Artorius turned back to him. "You have guts, and that's plenty enough. As long as you're smart about things and don't get yourself killed you'll amount to a lot more than you'd think. As for the plan?" Artorius rubbed his chin as he thought about it. It almost seemed as though he was just thinking of it on the fly. This was an incorrect assumption, as Artorius had already devised a plan for this very occasion the moment he was hired to steal the brooch in the first place. Putting it back wasn't very different, but now he had to account for Marshall as a variable. His presence would be useful, but Artorius had to figure out how to fit him in without getting him killed. "Here's the plan, and listen closely, cause I'm only going to explain this once. We'll get into the Baron's manor through a vulnerability on the east end. The servant's quarters have a passage to help deliver outside food. That's our way in. We'll need a disguise, though. After that, it's as simple as knocking out a few guards, crawling through some vents, breaking open a vault, and we're in. The only problem is that the vault ordinarily requires two people to access due to its mechanisms. You might be thinking: How did you get in the first place? Let's not talk about that." "Now, as for your previous question? The way out of here... Well, would you prefer getting out of this place unconscious or with a sack over your head? Take your pick." |
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| Spider-Jay | Apr 7 2015, 09:08 PM Post #14 |
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Artorius' compliments had cheered Marshall up a bit, he was glad to hear he had some appealing traits. His already sorry state, on top of the scary ass jewel things wailing Marshall was not feeling to hot. He was scared and helpless, his 'guts' wouldn't save him if they got in a tough spot. He also didn't like the fact that he had to rely so much on Artorius, a man he had only just met. Marshall listened intently as the plan was explained to him, it involved all the elements of a good action movie. Crawling through vents, knocking out guards, impenetrable vault, everything the protagonist could ever hope for. Except this wasn't a movie. This was real life, people died in real life. Marshall clenched his teeth and balled his fists in defiance, but defiance of what? He was fighting his fear, he refused to let it control him. After all how could he afford to be afraid when Artorius was sticking his neck out for him? Marshall's eyes were filled with a new determination, a new sense of being. He may not be strong enough to protect himself, but he was dumb enough to fight regardless. Marshall had to meet his cousin, had to return to his foster family with stories of his adventures. He wasn't going to die here, he refused to. Artorius had interpreted it as guts, but it was just Marshall being stubborn, to stubborn to forsake himself against impossible odds. He looked at Artorius, no more humor in his face. He was determined to complete their mission. Marshall tried his best to steel himself in preparation for their evident tribulations "Alright, I'll try to carry my own weight, can't rely on other people forever right? Even tho I'll need to lean on you for now, I promise that if- no when we live through this I will become stronger. I will become strong enough so that I can have people lean on me and not break. You'll see Artorius, starting here and now I swear to become the strongest ever...." Tears fell from Marshalls eyes, he wiped them away and tried to keep them hidden from Artorius. He was crying for many reasons. His whole world had just changed, he was scared despite his words of determination, but that wasn't why he was crying. He cried because he was so helpless, he cried because he didn't know what else to do. Marshall was still determined, he wiped away his last tear and once again looked at Artorius. "I like your forced naps, but I think I'll leave in a bag this time" Marshall half heartedly joked. Marshall tried to smile again, but his face wouldn't listen. His mouth was locked in a bitter frown, he wouldn't be smiling any time soon..... |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Apr 8 2015, 12:28 AM Post #15 |
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"It's fine to rely on others, kid." Artorius spoke habitually, but he felt those words were quite true. It wasn't long ago that Artorius had effectively chosen to isolate himself from others. He paid dearly for it, both mentally and physically. The toll it takes to live a life of complete isolation, shutting others out from yourself entirely, is not an easy one to bear. Besides that, Artorius had completed countless jobs where he would have come out unharmed if he had a good partner with him, and paid in the form of injury and pain for not doing so. "Strength comes in many forms. Sometimes, it's the courage to ask others for help," he reiterated, though at this point he began to feel he was mostly projecting more than anything. Nevertheless, he didn't exactly want to see someone walking along the same path that he had long ago. It's fine to be alone sometimes, but being lonely is an unbearable pain. After all that, Artorius tossed a woven bag, presumably one for potatos, and tied it over Marshall's head. Seemingly in the blink of an eye, Artorius had pulled the bag right off his head and he would find himself in a drastically different location. The gray-blue night sky hung overhead, with the only form of light being oil lamps and torches in the distance. A large moat stood in front of them, seemingly inaccessible. The moat was deep and thick, making one wonder how Artorius crossed in the first place. Last time he was here, however, there was a sort of natural bridge created by the transportation of rocks, silt, dirt, and gravel from the natural movements and erosion of the moving waters in the moat. However, after they had discovered the brooch missing, they had covered up this vulnerability. There was no doubt in his mind that security had been tightened elsewhere. It was a pain, but they'd manage. They'd have to manage. Of course, the first crucial step was getting across. There was a myriad of ways Artorius could do this, but he chose the most straight-forward. Taking a deep breath, he crouched down low and released a cloud of smoke from his mouth. It formed a thick bank of silver-gray smoke, creating a bridge from their current position all the way to the other side. "It's solid only where I walk. So, follow my footsteps exactly. If you don't, you'll fall in the water and I'll leave you in there to drown." The approach was slow and careful, emphasizing on silence and subtlety. No noisy steps, no erratic movements, just a calm, calculated, and systematic approach. They reached the end in a matter of time, and once they did, Artorius opened a cellar door. "Inside," Artorius whispered, urging Marshall to hop in, before joining him and closing the cellar hatch behind him. They were now within the manor's sewer. Though, he had largely converted it into a dungeon of sorts, filled with prisoners and the like, but worst of all were the rats. Big, giant rats, and three of them were approaching. "You're not afraid of rodents, are you?" Edited by Mazohyst, Apr 8 2015, 05:08 AM.
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| Spider-Jay | Apr 8 2015, 01:42 AM Post #16 |
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Marshall was a little comforted by Artorius' words. He didn't have time to relish in them, because soon he had a bag over his head that was only taken off when they reached some kind of water body. Marshall looked around, it was dark outside. Across the water was some kind of opening, that assumably lead into the Barons estate. Marshall was about to ask how they were going to cross when Artorius used his magic. He blew a layer of smoke onto the water, what the hell? Marshall looked at him in awe, he had calmed down a bit since his display at the safe house. "Holy shit dude.... and I thought you smoked for fun" Marshall commented, still not totally sure what had just happened. Artorius explained that he would need to walk carefully if he wanted to stay out of the water, no problem. He payed close attention to Artorius' feet and mirrored his every move. When they finally got across Marshall jumped from the cloud of smoke and into the cellar hatch. Artorius followed shortly after. Marshall didn't have anything to say, it was game time. They walked through some kind of dungeon.. what'd you have to do to be thrown into a Dandelion Sector jail? Maybe they stole brooches? Marshall shrugged and let Artorius take the lead. That's when the big ass rats appeared. "If they don't give me fleas it's all good" Marshall said in response to Artorius' question. Marshall looked at the three rat in front of him and figured this was only the first of their troubles. Marshall drew his swords for the second time in 24 hours, that might be a record. "I take it their hostile? So I can like, put a metal spike in between their eyes right?" Marshall asked before he busted out any kind of magic. He didn't want to slip up and kill one of Artorius' friends or something.... not to say Artorius talked to rats.... Marshall shifted in place and waited for a response, he was as ready as he was ever going to be. Marshall cracked his neck and hoped he could at least get past the figurative first level. He wasn't going to die today, especially not at the hands of giant rats..... |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Apr 8 2015, 03:34 AM Post #17 |
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"That's the plan, Marshall. Just try not to get bitten. Unless, that is, you like diseases." Truly, Artorius hated rats. Perhaps that was the reason why he allowed so many stray cats entrance into his apartment. Of course, the real reason was that he enjoyed the company of cats, and that he was more or less a crazy cat man complete with grumpiness and cynicism, but you sure as hell didn't see any rats around his place. Nevertheless, these things were relatively weak, however they were a threat all the same. Many a wayward adventurer had delved into dungeons and sewers expecting rats to be nothing more than a nuisance. However, a single scratch or bite can turn into a dangerously festering wound filled with noxious bacteria or disease. Every threat should be taken seriously on the sole basis that it is a threat. It was because of that Artorius didn't show mercy to these things. Drawing the shorter of his two swords, his scimitar Shalquior crossed against his back, Artorius made his way into a defensive stance. He kept one eye on the rat, the other on Marshall to make sure he didn't get himself killed. However, he was focused all the same. Experience in battle was something that made multitasking possible, something gravely necessary especially in situations when there are multiple enemies. In this instance, there were a lot, and the numbers would only grow with time. Where there were once three, there were now six, and then eleven, and then fifteen. Hungry and voracious, two traits that only grew as Artorius and Marshall cut through the rats, the creatures were quickly moving to surround them. Several of them charged at Artorius, attempting to gnaw at his heels while another jumped at his face. Artorius flexed his leg and kicked a score of them off into the distance, sending them splattering into pulpy pastes of flesh and bones as they hit the cobblestone walls. Another, he merely pointed his sword at as it jumped at him, and it cut itself in half on the finely honed edge of his scimitar. "We can't stay here. Move ahead to that ladder," he said to Mashall, pointing the way forward. "I'll cover the rear. Don't stop to hit the rats, hit them as you move." |
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| Spider-Jay | Apr 8 2015, 04:23 AM Post #18 |
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Marshall cut down another rat, holy shit there were a lot of them. He slashed at the ground while also swinging at the air, these rats really were something else. Marshall slashed and jabbed continuously, but the swarm only seemed to get thicker. Marshall kicked one that was trying to bite his boot and kept going. Marshall fired off a iron spike that hit a mouse in mid air and ended it's life. Marshall was going as fast as he could, his attacks became a steady stream of a seemingly never ending combo. His movements flowed together like an uninterrupted river, but even so Artorius put him to shame easily. Artorius stabbed generally disabled the rats must faster than Marshall could even dream of. "Save some for me man, also uh... now might not be the time to ask this but what kind of-" Marshall sliced at a rat then continued. "Magic do you use, well obviously it's smoke but I've never heard of anybody who could well... breath their element?" Marshall stated as he tried his best not to get to distracted by their conversation. He went back to killing rats and waited for Artorius to respond. Artorius instructed Marshall to make his way towards the ladder, Marshall couldn't have been gladder. He made his way forward, slicing as fast as he could while keeping a sustainable pace. He stomped on a rat that he missed and kept going, if he stopped they'd just be overwhelmed probably. Marshall slashed at the final rat in his way, now what? He had to sheath his swords to climb and if he did that the rats could easily jump on him. Marshall trusted Artorius had a solution to this problem and reluctantly sheathed both of his bloodied blades. Marshall hopped onto the ladder and climbed as fast as he could, hopefully he wouldn't pop out in the middle of the mansion and disturb everybody around them. Marshall kept climbing, hopefully no such things would happen. So far their mission had been rather easy Marshall could deal with rats, he could kill them without a second thought. But humans, that was another issue. Marshall didn't think he was ready to take a life, or even see a life get taken. But given the circumstances he wouldn't get much of a choice no would he? |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Apr 8 2015, 05:14 AM Post #19 |
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Artorius had instructed Marshall to climb up the ladder for more than one reason. The first was the obvious -- the ladder was the way to get up into the Baron's manor. The second was to keep him away from all the rats that were bounding all over the place. As for the third? This one went twofold with the former. Effectively, he had instructed Marshall to climb to protect him, not only from the rats, but from Artorius himself. Though Artorius was fast, there were simply far too many rats. Given that they were each roughly the size of a large cat, some the size of a medium-sized dog, evading each and every one of them was going to be difficult. Artorius had quickly realized that he wouldn't be able to reach the ladder and climb unscathed. Considering that even a single scratch could be deadly, Artorius had to be thorough. He had decided to wipe all the rats out in one single go. "I hope you're at the top of the ladder, kid," Artorius said just loud enough for Marshall to hear his voice. And then, in one glorious moment, Artorius raised a hand bathed in a swathe of silver smoke. Bringing it down, he slammed it hard into the ground near his feet. The ground became covered in a short bank of fog. Then, in the blink of an eye, dozens upon dozens of spikes rose from the smoke. Each spike was solid, jagged, and razer sharp like the terrible fangs of a hungry dragon. Every single rat in the cellar died to the spikes, each impaled with absolutely extreme prejudice. As Artorius rose from his kneeling position into an upright stand, the blades disappeared into mere smoke, and the ruined, impaled remains of the rats fell like stringless marionettes -- limp and lifeless. Minding the pools of blood that had formed, Artorius moved back towards the ladder to climb. The man had elected not to tell Marshall what kind of magic he used, rather, he had instead chosen to show him. When it comes to displays of strength, words are a waste of time. Destruction is a language everyone understands. Above other elemental mages, and virtually peerless among others, the strength of a Dragon Slayer was supreme. Of course, he didn't speak that out loud, but he would instead let Marshall put the pieces together. Nevertheless, there wasn't much time to gawk over the corpses. They had work to do and time was of the essence here. After climbing the ladder, they quickly found themselves in the east wing of the manor. Nearby was the servant's quarters, but even closer was the kitchen, which they needed to access. Getting to it was easy enough, but after that was riskier. Luckily, it was empty, and Artorius quickly led Marshall into it. Once inside, Artorius uncorked a vial full of a pale-green liquid and immediately splashed the contents onto a basket of bread. "The nightshift guards are served a midnight snack by one of the servants here. Thirty minutes after eating, they'll be too tired to give chase. You wanna know how you guarantee a fight to be in your favor? Cheat." Artorius then handed Marshall one of the vials and instructed him to do as he did on the other bread basket. "Just don't pour too much on a single piece of bread. We just want to knock them out, after all." Edited by Mazohyst, Apr 8 2015, 05:16 AM.
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| Spider-Jay | Apr 8 2015, 10:23 PM Post #20 |
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Marshall rushed up the ladder, Artorius' warning was like a kick in the ass. He went as fast as he could, he didn't want to be down there when Artorius did whatever he was gonna do. Marshall dared to look down, only to see smoke and a lot of dead rats. Marshall opened the hatch and climbed out of the sewer. They were somewhere in the manor, Marshall had no idea where but he assumed Artorius did. Marshall watched as he climbed out of the sewer and allowed him to take the lead. Marshall followed the smoke mage into what appeared to be a kitchen. Artorius went to work, pouring his secret sauce onto a basket of bread, he then handed Marshall a vial and instructed him to do the same. "I don't know, you're making me question my school teachers. You know the whole 'Cheaters never win and winners never cheat' thing, all tho I did used to cheat on tests and had some of the best grades in class....." Marshall responded as he uncorked the bottle and started to pour it onto the bread. Marshall twirled the bottle around and made sure to get every piece of bread in the basket. He didn't want to test fate, cause it obviously didn't like him. Artorius had never answered Marshall question, which was probably on purpose. Marshall hadn't seen many mages, but he had studied up on magic and how it worked. According to multiple sources, and veteran mages, people couldn't breath their magic. As far as human anatomy went it just was't possible. Marshall searched his memory, obviously the books had been wrong when they said nobody because Artorius had just blew a layer of smoke that had become solid. Marshall tried to remember the details, he was pretty sure one of the books spoke of an exception to the rules. Marshall was trying hard to remember, and his effort became visible on his face. The only thing he could remember was dragons, but Artorius was human... or at least he looked like a human. Marshall started to remember his history class. They had learned a bit about dragons. One had attacked Trillium a few years back and apparently the dragons had been around since... forever. Apparently finding dragons was extremely hard, very few people had met them before. The people that had met them came back with extraordinary magic.... Anti Dragon magic. "You're a dragon aren't you... er you me tone and you have their magic, right that's why you can breath smoke?" Marshall asked as he finished with his basket of bread and waited for further orders. |
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