Fantasy Kast: The last Quest Guild

[Guardian Angel]

((Oh, I see. Sorry, I am reading them, though sometimes I accidentally skip over a line here or there, but I assure you, I don't do so purposefully.))

 

[The Master]

(Mmmmkay >:3)

 

[Guardian Angel]

(( . . . ))

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Syndra watched the interaction closely. If a confrontation were to happen, she wanted no part against the mage. Dark elves were sneaky, and dangerous, so if he had been raised by one, he was sure to have some of their qualities. She sighed softly, and waved a barmaid over, requesting another goblet of wine. She fiddled around her pockets until she located a small thin tube that had numerous holes upon it. She looked at it for a moment, then replaced it in its hiding place among the folds of her clothes. Normally she would play her flute to keep herself from being bored, but there would be no point to it here. It was far to loud for the sound to be anything but pleasant, much less heard.

 

[The Master]

Elijah stood up, taking his book, and made his way outside of the noisy hall. People moved out of the way the moment they saw him coming, which wasn't a surprise since half hated him and the other half feared him. Elijah leaned against the hall once being outside. He was hoping more people would show up soon. Elijah hated waited too long, especially for something like this. He thought about what it would be like being an elf, and while doing so he touched his ears and felt them. Elijah shrugged and opened his book to begin reading again. He had placed numerous glyphs around himself, each one serving a different purpose. None of the glyphs glowed or attracted any attention, just in case.

 

[Guardian Angel]

The guildmaster's sharp grey eyes missed nothing, he saw the tiny flute the elf fiddled with, before decided to put away, and concluded that it was something of a security blanket. Of course this was not a definite. The thing could easily be a tool for summoning some other familiar, or imbued with magic and he wouldn't have been able to feel it. Curse them that was one of the things they had taken away when they had stuck him in this form. It was true that this also meant that the one drawback of Dragon Cloth had no effect on him, but that didn't make having his being stripped of it's essence any more pleasant. He watched the mage exit the guild hall and mused to himself of a while, then, with a slight nod to the healer, he set his cowl back in place and returned to his seat in the darkest corner of the taproom, awaiting the arrival of the rest of his team.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Ariana sighed as she flew through the night air. It was warm, and calm. Her large black wings were powerful, and carried her easily. She smiled as several kinds of birds came to investigate her before flying off to continue their nightly routines. She looked ahead and nodded. There it was. This guild hall she was told to go check out. She stroked her powerful wings downward and propelled herself forward. In a mere two more minutes, she was alighting on the ground, folding her magnificent wings to her back. She looked around the area, and saw the different people coming and going from the large building. She spotted someone leaned against the guild hall reading a book. He looked interesting, and glowed with magic. Well, not really glowed, it was just something being a fallen angel let her see.


She trotted up to the door, smiling and nodding at everyone she passed. She glanced at the man with the book, and smiled at him too. Then she went into the bustling hall, and looked around. Okay, this was a larger crowd than she was used to, and had to scrunch her wings tightly to her back to keep them from being hurt as she attempted to find a seat. There was a simple table that girl sat at, she seemed to be alone. Yet the table reverberated with magic. Ariana tilted her head, studying it for a moment. It was the same magic as the man outside with book. He must have sat there at one point. For a moment, she wondered if the magic man and this girl were of the same company. She shook her head, and continued to search for a place to sit. She smiled kindly to any who spoke to her, kindly declining offers to dance. She wanted to find out why she was here more than anything.

 

[The Master]

Elijah saw the angel flying towards the hall, not looking up from his book though. As she stepped by him she also stepped on a glyph and it stuck to her foot. Elijah was able to appear beside her, although slightly out of breath. "Sorry... For appearing like this.... I was just testing.... A spell..." He panted softly as he spoke. Elijah took a seat at a table, scaring off the people who were already sitting there. He wasn't one for introductions so he decided to leave the angel be.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Ariana smiled as the man appeared beside her. "I was expecting it. No need to apologize." she said lightly. She followed him to the table he went to, surprised that everyone seemed to give him a wide birth. "Mind if I sit with you? Looks like this will be the easiest place to keep anyone from bumping into my wings." she said with a light laugh. "I'm Ariana Pendragon, by the way. So you're a magic user? What are they called here?" she asked, talking easily.

 

[The Master]

"I'm an arcane wizard. But here I am called a mage. And yes you can sit with me." Elijah's stoic voice and expression came off as either aggressive or rude. It wasn't his fault though, he was just born and raised like that. Elijah took off his hood for the first time since he arrived, getting a better look at Ariana. "I take it you're an angel. A fallen angel. Well, it is nice to meet you Ariana." If you looked closely enough, Elijah cracked what seemed to be the tiniest smile ever.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Ariana took a seat at the table, perched on the edge to keep her wings from pressing against the back of the chair. "Yep. Fallen angel. That's me." she said with a grin. She didn't seem perturbed at all by the way the mage talked, or by his expression. She just continued to smile at him. "So your magic is arcane. I see. It wasn't hard to miss, so you must be pretty powerful." she laughed lightly, and brushed her hair from her face. She shifted slightly, a wing twitching. "Damn chairs. Why don't they make wing friendly versions?" she huffed lightly to herself. She flexed her wings out as far as she dared, shifted in the chair, and refolded them to her back.

 

[The Master]

Elijah walked over to her chair and mumbled some words while holding onto it. The chair began to morph and change into a shape that was more suitable for an angel. "There we go..." He said, sitting back down in his chair. "Arcane wizardy is the strongest of all if one knows how to use it correctly. It is more like a tool than a sword or shield like most other magic types are." Elijah made a small arcane portal appear in his palm and another one appear in front of Ariana. He took an untouched piece of bread from the previous people at the table and threw a small piece into the portal floating above his hand. The bread came out of the other, landing in front of Ariana. "It has its uses." Elijah actually smiled this time.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Ariana smiled, "Thanks for fixing the chair." She said lightly, and watched the portals as the bread landed in front of her. "That's so interesting. Nothing like the magic of the angels." She said, eyeing the bread.

 

[The Master]

"Arcane magic is something that too many people underestimate. Because it isn't upfront or headfirst in its dealings they think of it as something useless. Even though it takes more practice than any other art." Elijah spoke, making his hand glow with an arcane aura. The sound was something almost celestial and the sight was truly mesmerizing. It had a shine and glow to it that seemed unnatural.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Ariana's eyes snapped to the glowing aura, staring at it closely. She hadn't seen magic wielded in such a way before. Then again, she had never made a point to know anyone who used it before either. She smiled at Elijah, "What's your name?" She asked lightly, realizing he hadn't mentioned it as of yet.

 

[The Master]

Elijah made his hand stop glowing, "Elijah." He made his eyes glow the exact same way as he blinked. Elijah stared into Ariana's eyes. "No one has ever taken much of an interest in what I do, so I keep to myself." He spoke as his eyes continued shining. "I've offered to teach people through out my life but it seems people are not fond of such magic." He shrugged.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Ariana gasped softly when the aura moved from his hand to his eyes. "All forms of magic are fascinating to me. I've never been very adept with it, but at the same time I've never had a teacher." She laughed lightly. She continued to watch the aura as he blinked. The feathers of her wings ruffling slightly when a drunkard attempted to touch them. Which in turn made Ariana jump and snap them tight against her back. "Don't touch." She snapped at the person. She was very protective of her wings.

 

[The Master]

Elijah moved from his seat, appearing beside the man faster than most could see. The rogue probably being the only one who could see him move so fast. Elijah slammed a glyph onto the man's chest. He appeared outside and was launched a couple feet from the glyph by the entrance of the hall. Elijah didn't want that man coming back into the hall for trying to touch an angel's wings. "I know how an angel's wings can be, so I apologize if I act crudely towards those who try to touch yours." Elijah sat back in his chair.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Ariana blinked as she witnessed Elijah's actions, and shook her head with a soft smile. "No need to apologize. Thank you." She said softly, her wings relaxing slightly again. "I'm particular about them." She added, glancing back at one of them. She sighed, and mentally shook herself, smiling again.

 

[The Master]

"Touching an angel's wings is like touching a woman's chest without there being any covering. That is how it was explained to me by some of them though. I never really heard any different from other female angels." Elijah spoke. He was as blunt as his mother, but he picked up on his father's charm so he wasn't all that bad when being blunt.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Ariana giggled softly at his explanation but nodded. "Yes. That is how many of us look at it. It's very," she paused, as if searching for the right words. "Very intimate to touch an angels wings." She settled on the term intimate and nodded to herself. She looked back at Elijah, "Would you tell me more of your arcane magic?" She asked curiously.

 

[The Master]

"What do you wish to know about?" Elijah asked. He made a small arcane orb appear in his hand. He played around with it a little as he waited for Ariana to give him an answer. Elijah had not problem teaching her the art, since she was an angel she wouldn't really ever die of old age so she could pull it off.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Ariana thought for a moment, "Everything? Is that viable?" She said with a laugh. She watched the orb in his hand, clearly fascinated. "Where would you start if you were to teach someone this craft?" She asked, her eyes flitted to his for a moment before returning to the orb.

 

[The Master]

"You would start with learning about energy and life. There is power and matter and life all around us. When we breathe we give off a little, even when we walk or when you fly. The difference between the arcane arts and regular magic is that with arcane spells you draw energy and power from around yourself as well as from within. It requires you to focus greatly to create the purest of energy and power. Glyphs are a great example. They are words or phrases or power that take on a magical form." Elijah spoke, he talked with his hands a little, having picked up the habit from his mother. He had made the orb vanish when he began speaking so he COULD talk with his hands. "You can create a glyph to perform any purpose, but only if you activate it." He finished speaking.


"I can teach you if you wish, but if you aren't careful you can end up draining the very lives and souls of others which is necromantic." Elijah offered Ariana. "There are always risks with any kind of magic, so don't be worried about learning this form. I can teach you a basic arcane arrow spell." He was actually smiling, looking at her now.

 

[Guardian Angel]

The rogue sat hooded in his corner, still taking everything in, he observed the angels entrance with interest. and the mages appearance likewise, and listened to the conversation between two, though, even with the sharpest of ears, he could only pick up snatches of it in the crowded room so he culled as much or more information from the motion of their lips, for he was an accomplished lip-reader, and the expressions on their faces. The mage had opened up to the angel more than anyone else, and from what the rogue could infer from their conversation, he guessed it to be because Elijah was fond of the idea of teaching. He had thought as much when the mage had so readily offered to confer his wisdoms upon him, but the suspicion, he felt, was in a way to being confirmed.


A barmaid, making rounds, approached their table and asked them what, if anything, she could fetch for them by way of satisfying their appetites or thirsts.