Cyndon
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If the Great aren't Strong, and the Strong are Great, then the Strong aren't Strong. - Michael Lynch
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Post by Cyndon on Aug 20, 2008 22:19:25 GMT -5
Cyndon looked at the hamsters with a look of indifference on his face. After dealing with the Myse from Beastry class, he didn't know if these things were going to grow to freakish size, and if each of them did then they were in MAJOR TROUBLE. Then again, he was probably just over thinking things, and maybe they were just cannibalistic psychotic hamsters. Either way it didn't look like these things were going to let the off easily. 'Camellia might be able to keep them all at bay' Cyndon thought to himself as he looked back at Tempest. It didn't seem that he was going to be much help unless he could think of something off the top of his head. So with this thought in mind he grabbed hold of Camellia's Staff from his back and quickly transferred the thoughts of keeping the hamsters subdued. ((Omg hamsters... Of course these could be the TMA "rough you up for no reason" hamsters. The kind you find in dark alleyways at night. yeah, they gun' mess you up! XD I feel so silly trying to fight these things... unless they do happen to by Myse ))
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 23, 2008 18:13:41 GMT -5
((No, just your normal run of the mill demonic hamsters. Though I am having Tempest pull some funny moves that ‘might’ tie up Cyndon up in leaves to stop him from hurting the creatures))
Tempest was about to take a few steps back before he noticed that the red eyes rodents were behind him a well. He spun around a few times looking at all the evil rodents.
“These things look more dangerous then the Chicago sewer rats. Oh please wise crone grant me knowledge and giving mother give me the means to do what I need to.” he prayed. He prayed to the same pesron though he called her by two different names.
Suddenly he looked down and saw the one pouch where he stuck his herbs glowing brightly. He opened it and reach in. He gasped out loud when his arm went down to the shoulder. The bag was deep but it was never that deep. He reached in and pulled out large book as the mouth of the bag enlarged to let it out.
The book was large leather bound. He said a silent prayer hoping that the animal was already dead that the leather was taken from. On it was a large pentagram and a circle with a crescent moon on each side as well as one with a crescent moon on the top only.
“Keep them busy, but try not to hurt them, it is wrong to hurt any of gaia’s creatures, no matter how...tainted”
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Cyndon
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If the Great aren't Strong, and the Strong are Great, then the Strong aren't Strong. - Michael Lynch
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Post by Cyndon on Aug 25, 2008 13:23:11 GMT -5
Cyndon looked over at Tempest with a look of interest. It wasn't often that he found someone with such a love of nature... even things that were willing to kill them were okay to this guy...? Still, he did as he was told, after all he wasn't completely without compassion. He never really liked to fight others anyway, so it always seemed that he wanted to find some way or another of keeping the person alive.
"Camellia, time for immobilization!"
"I don't know how long it'll last, but we can try it!" Cyndon held Camellia's staff in his hand and concentrated. Soon there were vines shooting out around him in a serpentine fashion. They were long green vines with blood red leaves on them, and as they grew it made a sort of stretching rumbling noise, as if there was a large plant growing just beneath the surface of the ground.
The vines were a rare breed of tree that grew - as far as anyone else knew - only around Cyndon's castle town. They normally fed into anything to take moisture out of them, but in this case they were meant to be only for holding the hamsters down. Cyndon was worried however. These were plants, which meant that the hamsters could indeed eat through them.
"Tempest, we might want to high tail it out of here after they are bound up... They might eat through the vines..." He was attempting to focus on keeping the vines alive while still telling his plan.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 25, 2008 14:54:25 GMT -5
“Hold on...I think I can fix them.” he said as he flipped through the very large book. There was a lot to go through and he didn’t even know what was wrong with them. “Do you think it is Vampirism or Demonic Possession?”
Tempest could help a bit though as he looked through the books. As he flipped through the book with one hand he reached his other back into the bag on his side. He stuck his tongue between his teeth as he tried to remained focused enough to find what he needed. He fished out an empty vial and uncorked it with his mouth.
He set the vial on the ground and poured it half full of carrier oil and then reached back into the bag and pulled out a vial of essential eucalyptus oil. This horrible smelling oil will keep most animals away. He shoved in a few anise leaves to repel evil and threw in a small smoky quarts crystal for protection. He stuck the cork back into the vial and gave it a brisk shake as it began to glow a bright yellow.
“Here” he said tossing the vial to Cyndon. “Use that when the vines break, that should keep them away for a bit longer, just tell me if you see anything that could show us if they are vampires or demons.”
The rats chewed at vines with jagged sharpened teeth. Each one appeared to be filed to a sharp point. They hissed evilly as they saw that the vines were growing back almost as fast as they bit into them. The vines though began to get sick, as if poisoned by the evil of the rats.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Aug 28, 2008 12:53:30 GMT -5
"Camellia, talk to me, what's going on here?" Cyndon asked in a hurry noticing the vines beginning to wilt away.
"... Ugh... what's with these... things...? They're... making me feel... ill..." Camellia responded as if she was being killed off by something. Each of their teeth was razor sharp, and Camellia was having difficulty fighting off their evil auras... maybe that meant...
"Demonic! I think they're demonic!" Cyndon yelled as he guessed what was wrong with the creatures. He certainly hoped he was right, as the vines soon broke free. The creatures hissed evilly as they made a beeline straight for the two of them, but Cyndon used the vial he had in hand. There seemed to be a dome encompassing the both of them and the hamsters stopped dead in their tracks, hissing and squeaking in such a violent manner that it seemed to be death threats.
"I certainly hope you can help out here, because i'm pretty close to making demon hamster soup... I'm sorry in advance if it comes to that." He didn't want to offend Tempest any more than he wanted to kill the hamsters to begin with.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 28, 2008 19:15:23 GMT -5
((O.o not what I expected with that potion but hey, it works lol))
As Cyndon said demonic the book magically flipped through its own pages to the correct one. Tempest started at it for a few moments in awe before he remembered they didn’t have much time. He got up and quickly threw the book into Cyndon’s arms as he began to read with a slow even tone.
Energy cracked and sizzled as he read as if from a book of a god itself.
What is dark be filled with light Remove this spirit from my sight By the powers of the three times three By the Earth and Fire, Air and Sea I fix this spell, then set it free Twill give no harm to return to me As I will, So mote it be!"
When he said the first line he pulled out some dust from his back and threw it through the bubble at the creatures. When it hit the ground it threw up in a giant flash ball.
His pace and volume increased as he read. His cone of power building. When he said that he set the spell free he cupped his hands and released it into the air. From his hands a dark evil looking dove flew away. He didn’t have time to be shocked though since he had more to read. That never happened before, not a single witch that he ever talked to said they had a physical manifestation of negative energy.
As he said the last line the dove was hit by random flash of lightning that didn’t even reached from the sky. At least he thought it was lightning, all he saw was a bright flash of light and the bird blowing up.
((And I couldn’t really find anything with real rhythm and rhyme. This was the best I could find without me trying to come up with one myself.))
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Cyndon
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If the Great aren't Strong, and the Strong are Great, then the Strong aren't Strong. - Michael Lynch
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Post by Cyndon on Sept 2, 2008 13:28:04 GMT -5
(( XD sometimes i'm a little less creative than i come across... sorry i kinda stepped on your toes with the potion XD ))
Cyndon watched the spectacle with awe as the bird flew away and was soon struck down. He would have to remember not to get on this guys bad side for many reasons... Still, he enjoyed doing this sort of thing, and succeeding rather quickly.
"What's going on here?! I've never seen magic like that!" Camellia exclaimed as she showed up in a very misty transparent form. She was staring at the magic as it worked with just the same amount of shock as Cyndon had shown, and hadn't noticed that she was visible. Cyndon was also too busy to notice as he watched to see what was going to happen next as the spell came to fruition.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 7, 2008 11:38:33 GMT -5
With much happy squeaking the hamsters ran away but quickly returned with two items being carried on all their backs like a person at a concert.
Helm of Hades An ornate iron helmet inlaid with silver with designs of skulls decorating it. There is also some Greek Lettering that is so worn that nobody can read it. This helm, not as good as the original, lets a person blend in with the shadows and turn invisible at night.
Sandals of Hermes A simple pair of leather sandals with the symbol of wings on each side inlaid with fine gold thread. These sandals, a prototype of the original and will let a person hover 10 feet above the ground and run at twice their normal rate.
Tempest wasn’t really sure how he did what he did. But now he was more interested with what that book was. Taking it back from Cyndon he slowly fell to a sitting position and just held it. It was hard for him to describe how he felt...he felt super charged with energy. The spell took hold and did more then any other spells he ever did, even the few he did at this weird school. All he knew was, this was going to be an interesting year.
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Cyndon
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If the Great aren't Strong, and the Strong are Great, then the Strong aren't Strong. - Michael Lynch
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Post by Cyndon on Sept 8, 2008 10:55:59 GMT -5
Cyndon glanced happily down at Tempest.
"Well! We survived! A victory in my book... and without killing the hamsters either..." He trailed off. He looked at the two artifacts lying on the ground with interest. He picked up the sandals and grinned. Camellia just looked on, still slightly visible with a look of joy on her face, and the leaves around them seemed to shudder in response.
"Oh! Camellia! I hadn't thought you had appeared... You scared me." He dropped out of his newly taken guarding position and looked around at the dark land around them. 'One heckuva night...' Cyndon thought to himself as Tempest continued to look at the book. Then he looked at the sandals in his hands. 'always liked sandals... why not...? unless...' He looked back at Tempest.
"Hey, which of these did you want? I was always taught to share, you know." He laughed heartily.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 12, 2008 18:12:37 GMT -5
Tempest just gazed blankly at the items before saying lightly
“You can have the sandals, I’ll take the helmet.”
He turned back to the book and slowly ran his hand over the leather bound spine. This book was defiantly old, he could tell. He didn’t know what to do with it though. It was huge, and what was with his bag, it has everything in it now. He guessed he had to put stuff back in it since it just can’t come from nowhere. But it would be nice since now he didn’t have to worry about not being able to cast a spell because he didn’t have the right stuff.
“Is this school always like this? Filled with demonic possessed hamsters?”
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Sept 15, 2008 11:14:58 GMT -5
Cyndon decided it would be best if he was just to face the facts and tell Tempest straight forward.
"I think we actually lucked out. Those Hamsters were a treat compared to Myse... Those things are a major danger if you are ever around them. And that's just one thing that i know about... Who knows what else around here could be ready to have a go at us..." He gathered up the sandals and put them in his back pack as he looked over at Tempest again.
"But i'm not worried. As long as there are people to defend and as long as i have good friends, i know we can succeed at anything!" As he said this Camellia nodded assent. She looked at Tempest with a look of interest before disappearing back into the staff and left the two magicians standing alone in the fields.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 17, 2008 17:12:10 GMT -5
Tempest had to smile at the other kids optimism. It was clear he never grew up in a big city, walking down the street seeing an old man mugged for his pain killers or for what little money he had. The poor living in boxes on the street or if they were lucky in a car. The days might be dangerous here but at least the sun was always shining. Back in Chicago it seemed like the sun never rose. (Wow, that was dark even for me)
Sighing he lightly whispered under his breath “I wish you weren’t so big”
When he did though the book shrunk nicely down to that of a small paper back. It seemed though to have much more info on the inside. He kept flipping and flipping through the pages. More appeared in back as the ones in front disappeared, weird.
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Cyndon
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If the Great aren't Strong, and the Strong are Great, then the Strong aren't Strong. - Michael Lynch
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Post by Cyndon on Sept 18, 2008 11:22:06 GMT -5
Cyndon nodded solemnly as he looked at the now shrunken book.
"Looks to me like you have a mighty tool there. I'd never lose sight of it if I were you." At that his hand ran down to the crystal sword lashed to his side. While it was a pain to carry two weapons around wherever he went, he would never leave either behind willingly. Camellia least of all, as she had helped him through all sorts of problems. The sword was entrusted to him to keep the land safe, and he was never going to part with it. He smiled weakly and looked as if he was rather distant. Thinking on the past of how he became the owner of the two weapons.
"I suppose there's little left to do around here..." He said as he cocked his head to the side, thinking on a mental to-do list. He hadn't expected any of the things that happened tonight would happen, but he wasn't complaining any time soon!
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 29, 2008 16:31:13 GMT -5
“I guess your right, most of the moonlight is gone” he said as he saw the moon about to go under the tree line. “I can always try and grab the rest of my herbs another day, I got enough catnip to last me until the next full moon, though I do wonder what will happen if I would call down the moon here, I heard it was intense to those who did it and there where nowhere near any areas like this.”
Tempest sighed once more finally pulling himself up back on his feet. As he did he slipped the now manageable book back into his semi bottomless back. He wished he knew who was doing this for him so he could thank them.
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Cyndon
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Post by Cyndon on Sept 29, 2008 17:01:49 GMT -5
Cyndon nodded sagely and added:
"Yeah, and who knows what sort of havoc it could wreak on peoples' abilities. For example:" At this he pulled water out of the air around him.
"The tide of the ocean is controlled by the moon, making it a sort of ancient link to Water Elementalists. If the moon were to be out of sync with time..." He illustrated his point by expanding the water orb he had made to the point where it disappeared.
"Who knows what could happen? The person's abilities could possibly be blown way out of proportion, with devastating results... or it could annihilate the abilities for a while, if not indefinitely... Though i do have to add that this is all just a theory...... Never really tested." He had been thinking about what could affect his abilities ever since he had taken his first magic class, and with another person to bounce a theory off of, he was a little over excited.
"I suppose the theory is also coming just out of mind from the mysteries of your abilities... To be honest i would be glad to help you discover more about them any time!" He had suddenly gotten an air about him as if he were a scientist ready to perform experiments. Though it had never occurred to him that he may be wrong about the whole theory he had just explained...
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