Looking to the Ratliss, Austin smiled. "Thanks, but no thanks. I can't do that. Have to go sell my inventions, even though it'd be a great adventure slaying a mercenary king."
"I cannot, but I will leave you with something," Aeuma said. He thought of the possibilities.
"I will leave you a spell."
Aeuma reached into his jacket and pulled out a tiny book. He muttered something and the book grew to normal size. The words "Book of Kings" were written on the front in the ancient language. The sload leafed through the pages to the back and tore out a blank one. He also took out a pointed piece of charcoal and wrote in grand letters at the top of the page, "for a Light in the Dark" and "for a Darkness in Light." Under each of the titles, Aeuma explained how to create a light source that followed the caster and how to put it out. He also wrote that the rat could set his own phrase to cast the spell if he wrote the words in his own blood on the page.
The sload folded the paper twice and handed it to the rat.
The Sload, in his rush, had not understood the Ratliss was standing beside them. "He's right here, bud." Grinning, he picked the paper up, handing it to the Ratliss. "Take it, it'll help you along in your quest."
"Yes, yes. Well, I was in the original mining group that discovered Infinyite. Chalk-like substance, it is. Horrible kind of stuff, got all over you. In your hair, mouth, shoes. Horrible. But, I was actually the first to develop the drug. Went through rehab a while later, came out clean. Today was my last alcoholic beverage. Hopefully atleast." Smiling half-heartedly, Austin nodded.
Austin moved his foot back and forth, kicking a rock. "Well, yeah... experimented with it. Made a lot of money off of it. At first it was just for money. But I tried more and more, and... yeah."
Aeuma was not an angry person. He rarely got mad at anything, whatever it was. The only thing he got mad at was anything that wrecked a life. Infine did such a thing, so he was angry at it.
He closed his eyes. He knew of a spell that could erase someone from time and space. It would not matter however; the spell just erased someone from then on, so Infine would still be invented. Aeuma opened his eyes again.
"I am seeking to form a group against Infine called the Delvers of the Infinite. You have redeemed yourself from the drug, so you may become a delver. The group currently encompasses two sload villages and myself. Perhaps if we show the other twelve villages what the drug can do, it will convince them to join?"
Austin smiled, but refused. "I would gladly accompany you wherever you go, but I will not accept your beliefs or try to spread them. I believe Infine increases the failing economy, spreading money, if not in the good way, anyway it can. I will help you somehow, but nothing massive."
A disappointed Aeuma spoke after a moment's pause.
"Surely you see the bad effects of Infine. It corrupts those who use it!"
Another hesitation.
"I'm beginning to think there might be something magical in it. Come with me to my home in the Webbed Forests to the west and I will see if I can turn you to my side."
Aeuma took out his Book of Kings and turned to a page with a black string trailing off it. It was titled "to Return to One's Home" with some sort of diagram. It seemed to depict a sload holding a staff and a black shadowy oval that filled a blue archway. Aeuma pointed to the arch.
"Hm... We've got a Nether portal. Public, but dangerous. It... somewhat resembles that drawing. Is that what you're talking about?" Hesitant, he pointed to the end of the road. A shadowy gate stood there, glowing with dark energy. Purple sparks flew out of it. Their distant whirrs of creatures inside flew down, barely reaching their ears.
** But of course ~ **
Aeuma turned to look at the purple archway. Horrid memories flooded his mind.
"No, most definitely not that," He said at last. "Are you sure you don't have a blue arch? Hm. We will either have to walk or teleport. Teleportation isn't too bad, I'll just be unable to move quickly for twelve minutes. Your decision."
"Hell, if you can teleport, let's do it. I can protect you somewhat if you can't run and we're in danger." Grinning, he pulled out his dagger, he promptly named Knotch, after a famous legend.
Aeuma lifted his staff and pointed forward. He closed his eyes and pictured the two points, his home and his location, touching in space. Unseen by the sload, an charged cloud formed around the two individuals growing thicker as he concentrated. As soon as the thickness was such as to block all sight, there was a sound like the crack of thunder.
The sload felt slightly weakened and opened his eyes. He was under the shade of the birch and oak trees, standing on a bed of grass and dry leaves and next to a stump with a rectangle carved out of the rings of the top. Aeuma, still holding the Book of Kings, laid the open book into the dent, which fit it perfectly.
To the right was a bed carved into the stone of the mountain that made up his back and side walls. Left was a fallen tree trunk, remarkably preserved. It was hollow and had a table with another rectangle carved into it and assorted glassware on top of the table and metal stands in cabinets behind the table on the other side of the interior of the trunk.
Next to the fallen trunk was a floating tree trunk with orbs of light floating at the bottom and top centers. The floating tree trunk had deep wells the width of a human hand cut in the sides of it all the way around, the holes not cut higher than Aeuma could reach. Small doors covered most of the holes while the open ones had mushrooms or herbs growing in them, with small glowing rocks embedded in the sides. A few of the holes' doors were open, revealing wet or dried herbs bound to the sides of the holes for safekeeping.
"Welcome to my home," he said. "The alchemy things are in that hollow trunk to the left."
Personality;Hardened but still rather kind. He has decency. Can be a bit devious though.
Skills;Genetically modified genes allow him to far longer than the average human.
Bio;Born into a simple family, his father worked upon the plains as a hunter of game and a farmer. At the age of 15, Dain's village was attacked by a group of renegades led under the flag of a man who had been corrupted by the taint of the Nether's dark aura. They destroyed the village and killed those who tried to flee, enslaving those who surrendered. Dain escaped from death only because he was tending to the fields in the outskirts. When he returned he saw what had happened but could not face those who had done it. Conflicted with sadness and anger he roamed across the lands and came upon a village, which may be a compliment to this place. Mercenaries and bandits filled this town and the smell of **** and beer hung endlessly in the air. Dain had nowwhere else left to him so he stayed. He quickly learned among these people the ways of survival and combat. He watched bar fights, duels, all forms of combat that broke out on the streets - which quite frankly wasn't that hard. And so he practiced for years, preparing for his time. Then it came, one day in the tavern. As he sat at the counter, he heard the bar doors bang open and felt it. A horrible presence he had felt before in his home. The renegade. "We seek one among you," the man called out, "who would dare come forth and face our alliance of death." At this time, the word and news of the group had traveled wide across the land, as they pillaged and burned town after town. No one dared stand against them, and this thought rose in a murmur among the crowd. But than there was a clang at the counter, and Dain stood slowly, shaking from rage - although he was also slightly drunk. "You killed my family," he roared, his voice filled with hate, "you burnt my village, and enslaved my friends! You will die!" There was a burst of energy in the room, and suddenly Dain stood in front of him, the man's eyes wide. As Dain stepped back, all saw the blade that stuck from the man's heart. "the last words the man heard were these: "I swore my revenge that day. And revenge is what i have." As the man collapsed, a new energy filled the room, stronger than that of the Nether itself. And as Dain stood, he saw the face of the man, his spirit, and it smiled a kind smile. "Thank you for freeing my soul," it whispered, "and as payment, i give you my strength." The aura slowly faded, but Dain still felt it. It was in him. This man had given him the gift of life.
From that day, Dain has lived many years and has traveled through many lands. Often times he hired himself out as a mercenary from his experience, but never truly felt at home though, as he roamed from biome to biome... Then one day he found it. His home, rebuilt in feature, reborn in soul. But still at peace, as it was in the beginning.
Appearance;Worn adventurer, scarred on his left eye.
Equipment;His trusty blade which has been with him for many a decade.
**Hey Rook, got a PM from Absolete, said im in and to tell you hes been banned from posting for 6 days**
As Dain walked into the square, he heard something like thunder in the distance. "Must be a storm coming," he thought. As he walked around around the city he felt the wonderful feeling of home. He hadn't felt like this in hundreds of years to the point he had forgotten such a feeling, and as he walked through the city the feeling grew. After walking through the city for hours, he realized the place that he kept avoiding. Slowly, he walked to the one spot that he once lived. There, he found an empty field, peaceful and fertile. Staring across the land, he realized that this was his land. No where else would he be at home. And with that thought he set to work on building his house.
**Also, just thought i'd, make this clear, the city is the 'starting' mining city of this RP forum**
"I will leave you a spell."
Aeuma reached into his jacket and pulled out a tiny book. He muttered something and the book grew to normal size. The words "Book of Kings" were written on the front in the ancient language. The sload leafed through the pages to the back and tore out a blank one. He also took out a pointed piece of charcoal and wrote in grand letters at the top of the page, "for a Light in the Dark" and "for a Darkness in Light." Under each of the titles, Aeuma explained how to create a light source that followed the caster and how to put it out. He also wrote that the rat could set his own phrase to cast the spell if he wrote the words in his own blood on the page.
The sload folded the paper twice and handed it to the rat.
"May this help you in times of need."
"Infine."
"You made Infine?"
He closed his eyes. He knew of a spell that could erase someone from time and space. It would not matter however; the spell just erased someone from then on, so Infine would still be invented. Aeuma opened his eyes again.
"I am seeking to form a group against Infine called the Delvers of the Infinite. You have redeemed yourself from the drug, so you may become a delver. The group currently encompasses two sload villages and myself. Perhaps if we show the other twelve villages what the drug can do, it will convince them to join?"
"Surely you see the bad effects of Infine. It corrupts those who use it!"
Another hesitation.
"I'm beginning to think there might be something magical in it. Come with me to my home in the Webbed Forests to the west and I will see if I can turn you to my side."
Aeuma took out his Book of Kings and turned to a page with a black string trailing off it. It was titled "to Return to One's Home" with some sort of diagram. It seemed to depict a sload holding a staff and a black shadowy oval that filled a blue archway. Aeuma pointed to the arch.
"Do you have one of these around here?"
"Hm... We've got a Nether portal. Public, but dangerous. It... somewhat resembles that drawing. Is that what you're talking about?" Hesitant, he pointed to the end of the road. A shadowy gate stood there, glowing with dark energy. Purple sparks flew out of it. Their distant whirrs of creatures inside flew down, barely reaching their ears.
Aeuma turned to look at the purple archway. Horrid memories flooded his mind.
"No, most definitely not that," He said at last. "Are you sure you don't have a blue arch? Hm. We will either have to walk or teleport. Teleportation isn't too bad, I'll just be unable to move quickly for twelve minutes. Your decision."
The sload felt slightly weakened and opened his eyes. He was under the shade of the birch and oak trees, standing on a bed of grass and dry leaves and next to a stump with a rectangle carved out of the rings of the top. Aeuma, still holding the Book of Kings, laid the open book into the dent, which fit it perfectly.
To the right was a bed carved into the stone of the mountain that made up his back and side walls. Left was a fallen tree trunk, remarkably preserved. It was hollow and had a table with another rectangle carved into it and assorted glassware on top of the table and metal stands in cabinets behind the table on the other side of the interior of the trunk.
Next to the fallen trunk was a floating tree trunk with orbs of light floating at the bottom and top centers. The floating tree trunk had deep wells the width of a human hand cut in the sides of it all the way around, the holes not cut higher than Aeuma could reach. Small doors covered most of the holes while the open ones had mushrooms or herbs growing in them, with small glowing rocks embedded in the sides. A few of the holes' doors were open, revealing wet or dried herbs bound to the sides of the holes for safekeeping.
"Welcome to my home," he said. "The alchemy things are in that hollow trunk to the left."
Aeuma began to slither toward the hollow.
Age;284, though physically young
Race;Enhanced Human
Personality;Hardened but still rather kind. He has decency. Can be a bit devious though.
Skills;Genetically modified genes allow him to far longer than the average human.
From that day, Dain has lived many years and has traveled through many lands. Often times he hired himself out as a mercenary from his experience, but never truly felt at home though, as he roamed from biome to biome... Then one day he found it. His home, rebuilt in feature, reborn in soul. But still at peace, as it was in the beginning.
Appearance;Worn adventurer, scarred on his left eye.
Equipment;His trusty blade which has been with him for many a decade.
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As Dain walked into the square, he heard something like thunder in the distance. "Must be a storm coming," he thought. As he walked around around the city he felt the wonderful feeling of home. He hadn't felt like this in hundreds of years to the point he had forgotten such a feeling, and as he walked through the city the feeling grew. After walking through the city for hours, he realized the place that he kept avoiding. Slowly, he walked to the one spot that he once lived. There, he found an empty field, peaceful and fertile. Staring across the land, he realized that this was his land. No where else would he be at home. And with that thought he set to work on building his house.
**Also, just thought i'd, make this clear, the city is the 'starting' mining city of this RP forum**