Wintergreen
The Heart of The Party
9 years after the War against the Sacred Blood Cult...
8 years after the Witch - Wizard Dispute....
The population of this society has been weakened by the recent war......
The society divided by a great dispute against it's own......
Time heals all wounds..... But there will forever be a scar..... However, when magic is involved: what happens to the scar is a mystery.
It's been ages since he joined the inner circle. So many days of lonesome study, All for the sake of becoming one of the most well renown mages in the world. That was the description of the inner circle, the very goal of every mage. It was all they ever knew, It was tradition over modernization. This was the mage world now and the mage world forever. In these traditions held respect and honor for the whole society. So in a way the society was already modern. It is also in this society that he found these beliefs were worth following.
In the alleyway near the Mitch N' Witch shop Mr. Eisenrose sat there. He would come here regularly to just hangout before a match, And even to just chill out. The wall in front of him had plenty of graffiti. The one word in particular he was looking at said 'Warlock'. It was funny really - Did warlocks exist or was it just a punk gang name. When he would come here it was to just wonder off and think of such silly concepts. Though when he came here it was almost always alone. It made him think about the old man he once knew. He taught him how to use his chains better. When he learned of his magical affinity, he worried about himself. But the wise old man would always say something cheesy. The one thing that he remembered was when the old man said that one particular quote.
"A white sheep who lives in the shadows is not an evil sheep" The old man said.
"Ah. Come to see me off old man?" Eisenrose said...
But no one was there. The old man had long passed. The last thing he had left after his family died. It was about time to forget the old man. But he just couldn't, The name was easy to forget, But he could never forget a face. It was about time to snap out of it and focus. He started to prep.
He was sorting his vials for the combat to come, and swiftly sharping his mage dagger (The only non-magic created weapon allowed other than a mastercraft weapon). His favorite vials were elemental ones. They could be used to enchant his magical chains and save mana.
The time for preparation was over. It was finally time for his duel.
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Staring......
@Wintergreen as [???] Eisenrose
@Siegward Blut Verheerung as himself???
@ChelonianCommander as Marcus Aldor
This is their story.........
8 years after the Witch - Wizard Dispute....
The population of this society has been weakened by the recent war......
The society divided by a great dispute against it's own......
Time heals all wounds..... But there will forever be a scar..... However, when magic is involved: what happens to the scar is a mystery.
It's been ages since he joined the inner circle. So many days of lonesome study, All for the sake of becoming one of the most well renown mages in the world. That was the description of the inner circle, the very goal of every mage. It was all they ever knew, It was tradition over modernization. This was the mage world now and the mage world forever. In these traditions held respect and honor for the whole society. So in a way the society was already modern. It is also in this society that he found these beliefs were worth following.
In the alleyway near the Mitch N' Witch shop Mr. Eisenrose sat there. He would come here regularly to just hangout before a match, And even to just chill out. The wall in front of him had plenty of graffiti. The one word in particular he was looking at said 'Warlock'. It was funny really - Did warlocks exist or was it just a punk gang name. When he would come here it was to just wonder off and think of such silly concepts. Though when he came here it was almost always alone. It made him think about the old man he once knew. He taught him how to use his chains better. When he learned of his magical affinity, he worried about himself. But the wise old man would always say something cheesy. The one thing that he remembered was when the old man said that one particular quote.
"A white sheep who lives in the shadows is not an evil sheep" The old man said.
"Ah. Come to see me off old man?" Eisenrose said...
But no one was there. The old man had long passed. The last thing he had left after his family died. It was about time to forget the old man. But he just couldn't, The name was easy to forget, But he could never forget a face. It was about time to snap out of it and focus. He started to prep.
He was sorting his vials for the combat to come, and swiftly sharping his mage dagger (The only non-magic created weapon allowed other than a mastercraft weapon). His favorite vials were elemental ones. They could be used to enchant his magical chains and save mana.
The time for preparation was over. It was finally time for his duel.
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Staring......
@Wintergreen as [???] Eisenrose
@Siegward Blut Verheerung as himself???
@ChelonianCommander as Marcus Aldor
This is their story.........
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