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The Heart of Magic

SaphireTsuki

Aspiring Author
Name: Ana Starsmith


Wizard Codename: N/A


Arcane or Elemental: Arcane, though unaware


Magic Specialty: Healing and Support Magic (White Arcane)


Weapon specialty: Mainly the Bow, and basic shortsword defense.


Appearance:


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Personality:


A kind woman who often hides herself, Ana's talent for medicine led to her spending much of her youth reading everything she could on medicine in her father's books. The town only remembers her as she is now, quiet and reclusive, always thinking of others before herself, but always glaring at the ground or staring wistfully at nature. She is rarely seen outside of her cottage, often going to the forest or remaining inside, save at dawn or during the night.


The death of her father left a sour taste in her heart, leading to what had been an outspoken child growing far more quiet and subdued. Her persecution at the hands of the town only compounded this by making her think that there is something seriously wrong with her, and she withdrew completely. Now the only times she talks to people are when they are in need of her help. When there is a rare herb she needs to find she will go to great lengths to find it, often leaving the patient in the care of an elderly couple who still accepted her. If she thought that her death would help someone she would do it in a moment, not because she values herself so little, but because she values everyone else so much more than herself.


Her interests include gathering herbs, moonlight, and any gloomy weather. In particular she loves storms and snow, though she often complains about them when she's out in the forest gathering herbs and vegetables. If she can avoid it she doesn't kill, but wild animals like wolves have necessitated her learning to defend herself. Dislikes include people calling her a witch, mistreatment of nature, or hating her too much to ask for help when one is sick.


Background:


Nineteen years ago she was born, resulting in the death of her mother. This led her father, Jonathan Starsmith, to leave the large town he lived in to this village, where her mother had been born. He hoped that her being surrounded by people who had known and loved her mother would bring her happiness, as they would come to love her as well. For six years they lived happily, but eventually he grew sick. She didn't know what the cause of this disease was, so Ana delved into his books for the first time, learning how to read as quickly as possible. By the time she was ten he had died, but before he did he sealed her magic, which had shown signs of being too strong for her body as well.


Ana then spent the next two years under the care of an elderly couple, the only couple to not fear her and claim that she had been the cause of her father's death. Ana had been happy to talk and play with the other children, being outgoing and making friends quickly, but once they found out about the possibility she could use magic they began to fear her, as their parents always had. The now subdued child quickly learned that she was alone, the elderly couple the only people who would help her, and she began to spend all her time studying books. At the end of the two years she helped cure a small plague that had almost claimed the lives of everyone, and she was given back her father's house so she could continue to learn and care for them, though they never stopped fearing her.


Though this town had had a school it mostly focused on teaching magic, which she seemed completely incapable of due to the seal, or defending oneself. For most of the time until she turned Eighteen she was found on the grounds of the small school, learning how to use a bow and sword, though she focused almost exclusively on the bow, aside from required practice with her shortsword, as she didn't want to see how someone would possibly die. Once she was eighteen they kicked her out, and since then she has spent all of her time either gathering herbs or treating the wounded or sick.





Name: Lionel Lazarus DuMourne


Age: 22


Wizard Codename: Lionel "The Burning Earth"


Arcane or Elemental: Elemental


Magic Specialty: Earth and fire magic. Mostly sentient forms.


Weapon specialty: Rapier, daggers, regular or throwing


Appearance:


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Personality: Lionel is a charismatic man that most people find easy to trust. He is nice to all those he meets as a matter of course. He believes in the phrase"You catch more flies with honey than vinegar." In other words he believes life is a lot easier when everyone likes and trusts you. Regardless of this he is strict when in a leadership position, believing that to be his responsibility. Therefore it trumps kindness, although he's strict, not mean.


He loves nature even to a point beyond that of most elemental mages, believing in the conservation of nature's true form. He believes balance in nature has been upset by humans, and he seeks to restore it. He stalwartly defends places of natural importance, and has declared several such places as his domain. He will thus fight to the death with anyone who mistreats it. His mannerisms are unpredictable to those unused to them, although he is easily predicted and manipulated by those who've known him for very long. He falls in love very easily, although generally the girl doesn't feel the same.


Background: Lionel was orphaned as an infant, and left on the cottage doorstep of a forest mage. The forest mage happened to be a retired soldier who had wanted a peaceful life away from the city. He was at first dead set on taking the baby to an orphanage, but realized he HAD been lonely out here, and needed something important to keep him occupied.


So he kept the kid, raising him alone as his only family. He figured he they were both alone, so why not have each other? And so he raised him in a snowy northern forest, teaching him about respecting nature and taking him to the nearby town for other lessons, such as socialization, or how to treat others. But he eventually had to move to the town when he made a discovery. Lionel was a naturally skilled mage!


Thus he brought him into the town full time to learn from various teachers and professionals, as well as to learn of his specialty. He learned he excelled in combat magic, especially the less used sentient magic of living creatures. Thus as he came of age he joined the military, and after four years of military service he can choose to leave, or make a permanent career of it. Thus Lt. DuMourne has come back home on leave to ponder his options.





Arcane magic is mainly support magics or curses. What you would think of as black magic or white/divine magic. Regardless of the form of magic they use the Arcane mages must be careful of the amount of power they draw in from another plane, as it can lead to self destruction. Cast times for Arcane magic are long, though most of the casting is actually drawing in power and structuring it for the sake of a certain effect. This means that most mages must stay still while casting, making them sitting targets to any foes attacks. These spells are not mutually exclusive, but someone who say... cures a disease can't cause it through magic. Some spells, mainly defensive ones which are only able to block attacks of one kind at a time, and magic bolt which just sends energy to an enemy, are universal among all schools of magic.


On the white-magic scale it has the ability to summon and buff familiars, heal wounds, or basically act in a way similar to a cleric. That means they draw power from the higher planes, and the being within, and typically have some sort of contract with the higher being whose power they were using. As such they have to be very careful about how much power they use, lest they grab for more they can control. IN cases where they do grab too much power they can destroy either themselves or something in their way. For offensive spells of this kind usually they can create large beams of purifying energy, which either destroys or wounds creatures of evil. This magic can dispel curses and cure poison in higher levels of skill.


Dark magic is as stated darker in nature. Rather than summon familiars they raise the corpses of the dead, bring demons into the world, or curse foes in order to weaken them. Drawing in too much power on this side can turn them into a human/demon hybrid with little to no intellect and a taste for human flesh. Destructive spells center around stealing life energy of opponents or decaying them so fast they can't recover.






Elemental Magic. Simple, yet intricate. Many opinions roam of the true ways of controlling nature's power. But there is one that holds the most truth. Emotion, elemental mages power fluctuates based on emotion. Regardless of element , emotion affects your power and control. This leads some to try removing their emotions for pure control. While others leave themselves wide open to emotional turmoil.


Regardless of the emotion factor , elemental mages have limitations and specializations. Most elemental mages can use many elements. But generally only one or two kinds of magic really speak to them, and those become their specialities. Elemental mages can manipulate and control there element. The most basic uses are weapons, or physical constructs. Like fists of flame, or stone walls, or water whips. But some make constructs that are active, sentient to a point. Like wood falcons or metal wolves. Although this is an uncommon use, because most fear their magic turning on them.


A rare talent among mages, generally realized in times of great need, is the ability to truly become one with nature. To tap into the power of storms, and to talk to and possibly control animals. This is a rare gift, only rumored to be possible among vastly important mages.


The Town of Snowdale, in the Aralden Kingdom. A small village with a school, surrounded by northern forest. It is winter.



 

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Snowflakes grazed across Lionel's cheeks, little touches of pleasant cold on his skin. Snowdale was covered in a vast expanse of white, as was usual for this time of year. Or any time really, that was how it got it's name after all. The snow crunched under Lionel's boots as he walked, a sound that was oddly comforting to him. His bootsteps stopped, a shadow loomed over him.


He looked up and found his feet had taken him to the Snowdale tavern. He smiled, a memory of spending the last night, before enlisting, here. His father decided that he was a man and deserved a stiff drink before he saw the shells of war. So he took him to the town's only alcohol serving establishment, The Snowdale Tavern.


He pushed the swinging doors in, the familiar sound of their creaking sounding through the last seconds of silence before the taverns noise consumed him. An uproar of cheers was what met him when he walked through those doors, familiar faces abound. But his father wasn't there.


Although, one childhood friend immediately took advantage of Lionel's surprise. Before he knew it two spiraling spikes of wood were headed straight for his face. His eyes widened, his hands raised up and he spread them apart in a gesture of defense, the wood spikes curving around him as he turned them slightly in mid air. He only had enough wood magic to do that.


He laughed, "Seriously James, four years and you're going to sneak attack me? Haven't you gotten strong enough to come at me directly?". He drew a bit of strength from the stone under his feet, and punched his friend on the shoulder. But he must've misjudged his own strength, because James flew back into the wall behind them.


"Ah crap. Not again." He ran over and scooped up James, making sure he was alright. He was unconscious, and Lionel tried to think what to do. He went over a mental list, realizing he had never been seriously hurt when living here. But he remembered a place others went to, a building where a healer mage cared for people. And that's where he headed that moment.
 
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Another day, another child throwing food at her. Ana gently scraped some of it out of her hair as she moved, very glad that the basket that held her set of fresh herbs only needed one hand to carry. Snowdale... her home. A quaint little town hidden in the forest, few people ever came, and when they did they tended to leave right away. She never understood that, though she sometimes wished she could leave.


The crunching of her feet over the snow shook her out of such thoughts, the town needed her, whether they wanted her or not, because as far as she knew the only remaining healers aside from her had retired. Or at least she guessed they had, as all the people who used to go to them started going to her. The sounds of rowdiness told her that the tavern was active once more, and she mentally went over the list of remedies for hangovers... it was her main source of income, since she rarely charged for serious injuries.


There was a man entering it... she didn't know why she noticed him, aside from the vague feeling of having seen him a while ago and that vague sense of I'll-probably-see-him-soon which she shook off. A short walk later and she was at her cottage, found at the edge of town near the road, and noticed that yes, last week's herbs were drying nicely. If someone had taken some of them? It didn't matter, they weren't poisonous... she kept the ones which unprepared would be inside, where noone dared tred unsupervised.


Through the door and into the warm house, her fire kept on perpetually because of her drying herbs and preserving books. Grey blue eyes surveyed the building, noticing the lack of patients she placed the basket on the table, stretched, and checked on her stew, kept over the fireplace. A quick stir, taste, good. That was a stew she could eat or serve someone if needed. She unstrung her bow, removed her shortsword, and took off her snow boots, placing them near the fire to dry and revealing the slipper-covered feet.


Resting in the chair in the middle, about to open a book, she heard a knock. She placed said book on the chair and moved over to the door, calling out as she did "I'm coming," before she reached the door and opened it, revealing a man and... another unconscious man. Perhaps it had been a brawl? "Come in," And thus she stepped to the side.


((That came out a lot longer than I expected....))
 
Lionel stepped into the warmth of the cottage, his cheeks and ears rejoicing at the escape from the snow. A Snell of herbs and stew curled up into his nostrils, almost beckoning him. But he had more important matters to deal with, besides that was most likely her dinner. It would be incredibly rude to simply invite himself to some.


He turned, careful not to hit James on the door frame, and deposited him softly on a couch. James let out a huff, but didn't move otherwise. Lionel frowned, feeling guilty that his recent "mastery" over his earth magic had led to this. He needed to begin retesting his limits asap.


He stood up and turned to the blond woman in the doorway. He blinked and looked down, not having realized how short she was. He recovered quickly, trying not to let it be noticed that he was staring. "So I kinda..... pushed him across the room, into a wall. But it was an accident, I swear!".


(Sorry about the crap length, I am stressed out.)
 
(No. It's more important that you take care of things at home, with all that's happened to you these past few weeks. I'm sorry I've been impatient.)


Tall. That was the first descriptor she could think of when she saw him. He was easily over a foot taller than her, but that wasn't what was important. What was important was the man draped over his shoulder. Another drunken brawl, but he didn't seem to have drunk any alcohol, so he was probably just caught up in it right when he entered the room. The other man, placed on the couch she'd forgotten was in the room, seemed to be unconscious.


She gave a noise of acknowledgement, curtseying to signal that she was greeting him, but didn't want to risk being blamed for a curse or something, so instead she turned all of her attention on the unconscious patient. Gently she opened one eye, checking for a concussion, and when his eyes behaved normally, both of them, she moved to check his breathing. That was normal too, so she gently poked and prodded his back and sides, eyes widening when he let out a small groan as she checked his ribs.


"Cracked? No, bruised." One more, harder poke and the answer remained the same, so she moved to his legs, and when her small inspection was complete she nodded. Ignoring the other man, did he have to stare at her, she rushed towards a small chest. Opening it she took out some bandages, moving quickly back to her patient, Ana moved him into a sitting position, made him lean against her, and began to lift his shirt. Not take it off, but she needed to wrap it under the shirt so that his wound would have the support it needed to heal quickly.


Once that was finished, finally, she moved to her packs of herbs, those which had been dried from the year before. Nothing much, but... there it was! She took a bottle and checked it carefully, making sure that there was enough of it. A satisfied nod and she was getting out a bag from one of her many drawers, and putting some of the herb in it.


 
She looked up at the still-standing man. Since the other one was still asleep, and she really didn't want to risk someone strong enough to just PUSH a bruised rib getting mad at her, she decided that waiting for the unconscious one to wake up wouldn't be the most prudent of choices. Quickly she grabbed a quill and scroll, unstopped her ink, and began scribbling neatly the directions for the herb's use. "I'm giving him a packet of natural pain reliever, he needs to boil it in water every morning, midday, and night, drink at least a full cup, and he's to avoid any lifting or work for at least three weeks, maybe longer. If he gets pain anywhere other than his torso, if there is any kind of reaction, or if the pain isn't muted by the herbal tea, he needs to see me immediately. Directions and things to look out for will be on this sheet, give it to him when he wakes up."


((just adding it onto the last post as an extra paragraph.))
 
Lionel took all of the information in and memorized the important parts, cutting out the filler. A technique he had to use to remember anything from his text books in school. If he didn't he forgot all the important stuff and remembered pointless information. He takes the note and the medicine, walking over to the window to read the information just in case. Luckily despite the snow the sun was shining brightly through the clouds. It was decidedly good weather today, which felt both perfectly right and wrong for his day back. He felt quite guilty about hurting his friend, and made a clear note in his mind to practice his earth magic in depth the moment he had the chance. He needed to be as controlled as he was with fire magic.


As he looked at he note again he looked at the note again he realized it seemed to be getting lighter and lighter. He squinted in surprise and looked out the window, wondering if the clouds were clearing up to let the sun out. But what he saw made his eyes widen, "Get down!", he yelled over his shoulder. He inhaled and put both hands out, on exhaling he did a basic wood magic. The woodwork began to tighten together, the outside of the house seeming to groan in protest as it did. This happened in a matter of seconds, and just as he had finished, he threw himself to the ground, screwing his eyes shut as he did. Suddenly there was a roar of impact, and a huge sense of heat washed over him. The front wall of the house screamed in protest, and suddenly exploded inwards, flames washing over Lionel.


He used the whole of his will and fear to hold the flames back from entering further into the house. The effort began to hurt his muscles, he could feel himself losing control. Just as he was about to lost it and the flames fill the house, they finally evaporated into a bank of steam outside the house. He stood up, grimacing from pain as he did. He looked down to find he had a sizeable piece of wood through his left thigh. Spending a few moments to steel himself against the pain, he used the little air magic he possessed to move the steam out of the way. The clearing was empty of snow and ice, in fact the grass and trees underneath it had burned away as well, leaving nothing but blackened ground. And standing a few hundred feet in the distance was a lone man in a black hooded cloak.
 
She had been surprised, at first, by his shout, and more so when he dropped on the floor. Sure, the lighting was strange, but if the sun was getting stronger, if the cloud cover was clearing, then that wasn't all that big a problem. No, it wasn't a problem, so his slightly... what was it, fear? Anger? The tone in his voice was out of place. It was like someone was going to try to shoot her with an arrow or something, but for all the villagers didn't like her it wasn't like they could afford to kill off the only healer in the- That was when she hit the floor, acting more out of surprise as she realized just what Lionel had meant.


Her first reaction on seeing the destruction of the front of her home was to try and crawl over to her patient. Eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing in determination, she crawled over despite the pain of another bit of wood hitting her arm, and a lot of her back. She'd been lucky, none of them had gotten stuck in her, and as the force had knocked her guest over he'd missed the worst of it, but he couldn't protect himself. She dragged him down, turned around, and finally realized that yes, that was steam being rapidly blown away, and not mere smoke.


The second thing she noticed was the wood in the first, tall man's leg. With something like that it was unlikely he could defend himself as easily. Unfortunately most of her herbs were hopelessly mixed together, the glass broken from the rapid movement of bit after bit of wood and stone. She looked around for a moment, looking for her weapons... bow or sword. There had to be a way to help, and.... bandages. If she could at least bind the wound he would be able to move without aggravating it, hopefully... and right next to it the bow, and several arrows. How they'd ended up in the same place she didn't know, and didn't care. She grabbed them, stood up, and rushed over to him. "You're leg." It was all she said before she knelt down, yanked out the wood, and attempted to bandage it.
 

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