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01/10/20 Mysterious creatures have appeared throughout the Kingdom
05/16/18 The Spring Magic Knigts Exam has came to an end!
05/16/18 Patch 2.5 has dropped!
08/01/18 The 4 year Time Skip has occured. New rules and regulations as well as events have all been put into place.
09/21/18 The Royal Knight Exams have begun
10/01/18 The 2018 Fall Harvest Festival will begin
10/19/18 The Fall Magic Knight Exams will begin
11/15/18 The Harvest Festival and Royal Knight Exams both end
11/12/18 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
12/05/18 The Yule Time Festivus has brought many events throughout the Kingdom!
02/15/19 The Grimoire Ceremony is starting all around the country.
04/08/19 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
05/20/19 The Magic Knight Exams have ended
06/01/19 The Diamond Kingdom has started thier invasion on Clover, hoping to end the war!
09/30/19 The War with Diamond has ended!
10/01/19 One Year Timeskip
In a rare moment of solace, Jett found himself sat in his office, looking out towards Kikka and further along the horizon. The books that filled the shelves that lined the office had all been read, some multiple times, the usual mountain of paper worked had been completed and he had no requests to join the front lines. Sat with a cup of tea in his hand, Jett found himself unsure of what it was he should do with himself, unable to remember what it was he did in such moments before the war and before he was promoted to vice-captain. Having just gained a position as one of the Royal Knights, he knew it was probably a bad idea to head out on a mission, his defences could prove crucial to the squad in whatever endeavour they would be sent on to complete, so disappearing somewhere on a mission or getting wrapped up in raiding some dungeon would mean a possible defeat for his squad mates. Perhaps he was slightly overestimating his own abilities, Nico and Ard both were capable of similar feats to Jett, perhaps even more so. Cain would also be with them and seeing him first hand, Jett could vouch for his power, taking most by surprise and standing out as the most impressive during the exams. The orca even doubted he would be part of the Royal Knight if they weren’t teamed up together.
Jett took a sip of his tea, standing to his feet and walking closer to the window that reached from the floor to the ceiling. From the window he could see the courtyard of the base, leading to a forest that slightly separated the base from Kikka and just past Kikka he could see down all the way to the forsaken region and the fringe. The constant smoke trials that rose from the ground on the outer circles of the country worked as a constant reminder of the war they found themselves in but there was a relative calmness about things right now. While many enjoyed the momentary peace, Jett couldn’t help but consider it the calm before the storm and given the timing of it, perhaps Diamond would begin to make their boldest moves to date. Another sip of his tea, Jett lowered his cup on to a small saucer that he held in his other hand, the cup resting perfectly in a small indent in the saucer. He couldn’t help but think of, what he considered, the poor performance in the exams, spending most of his time of the front lines fending off fodder and not having time to train, Jett had perhaps grown a little weak. While his strength was constantly raising, he could feel that much, perhaps his fundamentals had become sloppy. With whatever quest was thrown their way as Royal Knights, Jett had to be at his best for himself, his teammates and for Clover. If he was even half a second off of the pace, or he missed a target by a single millimetre, then it could prove fatal in a mission expected to be completed by the Royal Knights.
Considering that he had an unusual amount of free time on his hands and had no idea on how exactly he should fill that time, it occurred to Jett that there was no better time to freshen up on his skills. Polishing of the remaining drops of tea in his cup, he placed both the cup and it’s saucer on his desk top, leaving his office and heading towards the training rooms that Purple Orca could pretty much boast about, in comparison to other squads. Perhaps it was due to the nature of the squads specialty in comparison to the others but the aid of a huge array of magical tools helped immensely with reinforcing their defensive powers. Jett walked through the carpeted halls of the base, stretching himself out as he walked, a strange excitement welling up inside him in anticipation to start so much needed training. The stretching gained him a few strange looks from the others in the squad, though no one mentioned anything to him, those that did speak up only served to great him. Since becoming vice-captain, walking through the halls and repeated the many variations of ‘hello’ had become the norm. It had almost became a game to the diamond mage, trying his best to not use the same word twice by the time he reached his destination. Starting with a simple ‘hello’ to ‘hi’, moving on to ‘hey’ or ‘how’s it going’ things would quickly become more and more difficult to switch up the greetings, especially on the busier days in the base. Today wasn’t one of those days however, running into no more than four mages who would bother to greet him, making his internal game rather simplistic.
Upon reaching the corridor that housed the many different training rooms, the aesthetics of the base changed from the warm of comfortable carpets and rich wallpapers to a cold grey rugged stone, covering the floors, ceilings and walls alike. While not as easy on the eye as the rest of the building, it was purposefully made this way, the damage caused from the higher ranking knights would cause damage to the decorations that it wouldn’t be worth the effort of constantly redecorating. It wasn’t just that, the bland appearance of the rooms worked well in keeping ones attention on nothing but their own training. Walking through the hallway, Jett watched as many people took their training seriously, some with the use of the magic tools, some without. Other preferred to train behind closed doors, though their efforts could still be heard from the other side of the reinforced doors. Seeing his juniors working so hard to improve themselves made Jett want to work all the more harder in getting stronger. He needed to set the example, he could just sit on the side lines and hope to remain in his position, sooner or later someone else would come along had worked much harder than him and knock him off his perch. Finding one of the largest rooms that was available, Jett closed the door behind him, taking off his robe and hanging it on the back of the door before walking to the centre of the room.
Standing in the middle of the room, Jett glanced to the many different weapons and tools on the walls, coming in many different shapes and sizes. It was then that he realised that he wasn’t quite sure what exactly he was going to do to train his magic, there were some spells like Diamond Dust that had become pretty much second nature to him, regardless of the power involved in it. His golem magic could really use some work, though that was probably more due to the fact that he needed to work on his instructions. Golem’s by nature, though extremely powerful, were clumsy, following their orders to the letter. If Jett wasn’t careful, he knew there would be occasions that would leave many in danger, one off comment that seemed to make sense to him could be taken in a completely different direction by his golem, resulting in the massacre of simple townsfolk. Well, maybe not that bad, but there was always a possibility of something bad happening all the same. The newest type of magic that he had unlocked was restraining magic, while he had been quick to test it out on the battlefield and in a dungeon, he never really took the opportunity to explore it’s true potential. But how would he do it, practicing restraining magic without a partner seemed difficult. Perhaps he could use his own golems as the target and order them to attempt to free themselves? Working his own magic against itself seemed like it might not work, especially since his magic specialised in terms of defence and durability rather than offensive and destructive power. Even with golem using a different power source to their user, the vice-captain doubted the validity of the plan.
Letting out a rather loud sigh, the diamond mages fingers ran through his purple locks as he scratched his head in contemplation, crossing his legs to sit in the middle of the floor. Quickly finding himself in a rut, Jett’s previous excitement to his training was quickly fading as procrastination was finding its way in. Before he found himself at the point of no return, Jett took out his grimoire, choosing to read it like a regular book for a change, a rare practice for the diamond wizard. Flipping through the early pages was rather nostalgic, and a stark comparison to how his magic worked now, the pages dominated by offensive spells. While they didn’t hold much power anymore, they represented his beginnings and showed just how he had evolved since joining the Purple Orca, the further into the grimoire’s pages the stronger spells became more geared towards the natural sturdiness of his diamond magic as he became able to wield defensive magic and golems. The book worked as a chronological record to show his ever growing power, it was a rather surreal experience and soon Jett was reading up on the newer spells he’d learnt, most of which were still new to him while there was a couple he’d only ever used once or twice to get used to them. Much to Jett’s surprise, reaching his final spell, he realised it wasn’t in fact his final spell and his grimoire housed two brand new spells for him to use. Those pages definitely weren’t there at the start of the royal knight exam, perhaps the pages filled themselves in the midst of the chaos.
The spells were both of a rather high level, most likely formed due to the craziness that was the royal knight exam and reading them over, they both would’ve come in handy at the time. Still, with the war raging on, they would certainly have their own time to shine. First up was Diamond Magic: Fafnir from what Jett could tell from the brief description of the spell, the golem was extremely similar to the behemoth spell though not as balanced. The sheer power of the words projected to Jett the destructive power it would unleash once free on the world. While it’s durability suffered to make it that much stronger, it was in no means fragile, only a handful of mages that Jett could think of would be able to break the golem. The main differences to Fafnir in comparison was the wings and the ability of flight, an ability that would no doubt come in handy in a number of different scenarios. There were a couple of smaller aesthetics that were difference based on the spells description, the mention of it’s razor sharp teeth hinted that it maybe be able to use it’s mouth without it’s horns getting in the way, a fact that also suggested smaller horns to it’s behemoth counter part. Jett wondered with such an offensive variation of the golem taking up a page in his grimoire, would an equally defensive one form too? Perhaps something that could carry others to safety if needed. It was an idea but nothing he could act on right away, for now, he needed to nail down his two new spells first.
The next page was something he was missing, something he knew he needed as soon as he had come face to face with the raw power of Ard. Perhaps it was the already overwhelming defensive power of his magic but Jett’s grimoire was completely devoid of any defensive spells of the highest calibre. This was probably the spell that summarized the true potential of Jett’s magic, the versatility of it made it formidable too. It wasn’t just the mechanics of the spell that Jett liked, the name resonated with him. ”…Aegis.” A small smile creeping on his face, the name was synonymous around the world with unparalleled defence and any defensive mage that would be associated with the word was the greatest compliment. With this spell, Jett was confident he could defend against Ardere at his strongest, he even dared to dream of how it would match up against Lysander. Perhaps he was getting a little ahead of himself but there was a power from the spell that he had never felt before, giving him even more confidence in the durability of his magic. Perhaps now he would truly be able to live up to the name he hated, given to him falsely, at least in his opinion, The Diamond Deity. What momentum he did lose from not knowing where to begin with his training was quickly regained by the excitement of his two knew spells, he would have to master them as fast as he could, they needed to be ready by the time he was called up as a Royal Knight.
Letting go of the spine of his grimoire, where it resting in his palm, a cyan light surrounded the book as it rose up as Jett stood. ”First things first, let’s test out this Fafnir.” Perhaps it was a case of saving the best for last but the vice-captain decided to hold back on his excitement and test of the raw power of his new golem. Having a gauge of it’s general size from his behemoth spell, Jett moved back to pretty much hug the walls of the room. Charging up his mana, the grimoire light shone brighter, diamond dust beginning to flow from the pages of the grimoire, floating and circling around the purple orca. ”Diamond Magic: Fafnir!” A wave of raw mana expelled from Jett, the raw power managing to knock off some of the magic tools from the walls. As they crashed to the floor, the diamond dust surrounding Jett began to form a skeletal figure of a dragon, more diamond dust leaving the pages of his grimoire, to add more details to the golem. Slowly but surely it creature began to take a fearful shape. The power emanating from its, still incomplete, form was far beyond anything Jett had wielded before, perhaps it would even surpass his defences, it was still too early to tell. The first time of casting a spell was rather slow and laboured, the basic form of the dragon had taken shape but it’s details were still missing, and it was still made up of diamond dust, instead of pure solidified diamond.
Even in it’s incomplete form, it was a sight to behold, perhaps it was Jett’s fascination with such primal and majestic beasts but there was something special about a dragon. Concentrating his power, Jett began to meld the diamond dust together, the small shards clumping together one by one until it gave the golem an almost completed look, where the shards joined together was still visible making it look like it had been shattered. Concentrating his mana on the joints, the shattered looked soon faded as a wave of diamond coating washed over it, giving it its final form. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Jett let out a deep breath, the spell taking more out of him than he first thought it would but it was completed now. Walking around the beast, as it stood on all four of it’s legs, he appreciated the appearance of the golem, it was certainly intimidating to look at, as much so as behemoth was. Which of the two was more imposing was definitely up for debate. Something was off though, it seemed…Uneven? ”Stand on your hind legs.” The dragon’s size seemed to double as it pushed itself of the ground to stand up right. Walking around it again, Jett could definitely see several imperfections, just slight things but imperfect none the less. Perhaps it wouldn’t make much difference but had to test it. ”Walk to the corner of the room and back, then do it again on all fours.” Taking a step back to give his creation room, he watched as the golem limped and laboured itself across the room both on it’s hind legs and all fours, moving much slower than it was supposed to. Jett brought his hand up to his chin, resting it between his index finger and thumb as he thought about where he had gone wrong. ”Fly to the corner and back.” A whim of an order took the beast into the sky, however temporary. The golem managed to get some air time before awkwardly falling to the ground with a large crash. It was like watching a baby deer trying stand for the first time, it was painful to watch. With a wave of his hand, Jett dispelled the golem and began to think of how he could fix the problem.
The diamond mage thought about how the spell managed to fail in such a way, with no obvious answer jumping out at him immediately, he knew he would have to try again. First though, he did a little house cleaning, causing a bit of a mess on his first attempt. The weapons and magic items that were once mounted on the walls now laid sprawled out on the floor, a lot there due to the amount of raw mana he’d let out in summoning the beast, the rest from the small seismic tremors that Fafnir had caused each time it would fall from the sky after a failed attempt at flight. Not really knowing where to start in figuring out where he had gone wrong and not wanting to over use his magic to exhaustion, Jett decided to summon Behemoth, the only thing that could compare to his newest golem and perhaps a real inspection into that would give him an answer of some sort. The pages of his grimoire flipped as the light surrounding it brightened once more. ”Diamond Magic: Behemoth!” What would seem like an instant in comparison to the last spell, the large and over muscular golem formed in front of Jett, it’s body gently rising and falling as it imitated the appearance of it breathing like a living creature. It was truly magnificent itself, without a draconic appearance or the ability of flight and while it didn’t boast the power that Fafnir would, it’s power was equally terrifying. Jett pat the side of it’s face as he walked past it, something he was always prone to do was treat his golems like living breathing creatures, even though he knew in reality they were nothing more than an extension to his magic power.
Walking around it, in stark comparison to Fafnir, everything was perfect. Looking at this golem only proved to show just how imperfect the last one really was, leaving Jett scratching his head, not knowing how he had gone so wrong. Behemoth had become a deterrent more than an actual offensive spell for Jett on the front lines, it’s imposing presence would have some people run away but those who were brave enough to attack it would soon run at the sight of it’s terrifying power. ”Walk to the corner and back.” The golem walked to the corner and back without problem, while it wasn’t exactly graceful, it was supposed to have a more powerful look to it as it’s overgrown muscles dragged it forwards. There was nothing about it that showed Jett a glaring error in the previous attempt to summon Fafnir, the similarities between the two was minimal but Fafnir’s wings probably did make it that little bit more complex. Could there have been anything else that would give him such problems? But why would a par of wings throw him off so much? Jett was stumped but he was in no way ready to give up just yet, the golems power was more than enough reason to push through with his training.
It was then that another possibility clicked within Jett’s mind, the power. He was still unsure of the exact power of Fafnir, all he knew was it was far beyond anything he ever felt before. The power emanating from the page alone was enough for Jett to understand that it made the behemoth look weak. It was an amazing thing to consider as he gazed upon the gargantuan of a golem, knowing that it’s power alone was enough to rip through the defences of Nico, who was now effectively the Silver Eagle’s captain, hopefully only temporarily, but he had to power to do it full time. Perhaps Jett had tried to form Fafnir too much like he did with Behemoth, trying to give it a balanced style of power, resulting in it not forming correctly. If he was to summon the golem while concentrating all of his mana into it’s power, would it form perfectly? Truthfully, it was a shot in the dark but the diamond wizard had nowhere else to really go with and would most likely end up repeatedly summoning the spell until he was ready to pass out. Another wave of his arm dismissed the Behemoth, freeing the room up once more for a second attempt at Fafnir.
Taking himself to the corner of the room, the vice-captain steadied his breathing, closing his eyes as he made a clear picture in his mind of what he expected the dragon to look like. Banishing from his mind the balanced style he was used to with his heavy golem of the past, everything in the design was designated to power and nothing more. Exhaling one long and drawn out breath, he opened his eyes once more, his grimoire shining brightly as the specs of diamond dust began to flood from it’s pages again. The light blue hue of his mana seeping out of him and radiating around the room and his magic power grew and grew without much signs of it stopping, going beyond the previous levels he was used to. ”Diamond Magic: Fafnir!” The outpouring out magic filled the room in once strong wave of raw energy, a dazzling light forming from the centre of the room, rainbow hues pouring out around the room as the diamond inside refracted the light of Jett’s mana. In once final shockwave of magic, the light faded with an audible boom, the magic tools on the walls being knocked to the floor once more and Jett himself knocked back from the aftermath.
As the Orca’s eye’s adjusted to the fading of the light, the sight of his new golem slowing became visible. It was sleek in comparison to the previous incarnation, it’s wings much larger than before too. Much like the Behemoth, it’s body slowly rose up and down as if drawing breaths. Regaining his balance from the shockwave, Jett slowly grew closer, his mouth wide open as he marvelled at the creature he had summoned. Running his hand across it starting from its long neck and moving down to it’s shoulder, Jett the began to inspect it’s wings. ”Perfect.” He said softly, almost unable to believe the success of his creation. There was only one last thing for him to do, taking a few steps back. ”Walk to the corner and back, first on all fours and then on your hind legs. And finally…” A smile crept on his face as he was about to give his final order. ”…Fly to the corner and back.” It’s movements were fluid and graceful while on all four legs, moving in a slight awkward manner whilst on its hind legs but the true beauty was watching it in flight. One flap of its wings was all it took to lift it into the air before it glided to the corner, twisting in the air and gliding back, landing softly on the ground, not the slightest tremor on the ground from it’s giant weight. Jett had one final test, stepping in front of the beast his grimoire lit up again. ”Diamond Magic: Svalinn!” Diamond dust quickly formed around Jett in the shape of a dome before solidifying as a perfect defence. Bracing himself, his anxiety of what he was about to do flared up. ”Attack me once.” Jett held up his index finger to drive the point home but the golem had already began to move. Though a lower rank spell, Svalinn could take a hit from the Behemoth but Jett knew it was a slight possibility that Fafnir could do a little more damage to it. At least that what he thought but he was quickly proven to be wrong as the dragons claw brushed through the dome like was nothing, sending Jett flying across the room and into the wall. Coughing and groaning, trying to get his breath back, Jett was completely shocked by the pure power of the golem that made his defences seem like nothing, though he was even more shocked by his own stupidity and luck, knowing nine times out of ten he wouldn’t have come out of the test alive. Slightly banged up though, Jett was mostly okay but it was time to put the beast away, another wave of his hand and the beast was gone.
Jett dust himself down, double and triple checking he really was okay to continue, making a note never to pit his own magic against itself again, he may not be so lucky next time. It was a startling realisation though, all his confidence in his defence was put into doubt. Jett was in no means the strongest mage out there, nor was Fafnir the hardest hitting of magic, sooner or later he would surly come up against something he wouldn’t be able to defend against, he had to improve, his defences needed to become sturdier. It sounded easy enough but unknown to most, Jett was keeping an alarming secret, at least to him anyway. He had felt that he had reached the ceiling to his growth, he had put it down to facing off against nothing but foot soldiers during skirmishes so there was nothing to push him to get stronger but in the back of his mind was the fear that he had reached his limit. He would try not to think too much about it but after facing off against another two vice-captains, it was hard to dispute the fact. Though that was why moments like these were so important, while he had felt like he personally had stopped growing, his grimoire continued to produce new and stronger magic. With his new spell, from what he understood from reading the basics, his current defence spell would seem paper thing in comparison. Perhaps he was over estimating it because of the title Aegis that it held, but the power from the page alone was enough for Jett to know the increase in strength it would grant him.
Taking himself to the centre of the room once more, Jett readied himself, calming his breathing and trying to recoup whatever mana he had used thus far. Firing off so many high ranked spells in quick succession was no joke to say the least, the sweat pouring of him was a testament to that. Calming down his previously heavy breathing, his grimoire began to shine brightly, his mana slowly raising as the raw energy began to cause a small updraft. ”Diamond Magic: Wall of Aegis!” The magic swelled and burst into diamond dust as it swirled around the room, Jett had a clear image in his mind of a simple wall that would create a partition in the room. The small shards of diamond would quickly line the room’s walls, floor and ceiling perfectly, roughly five inches thick as it began to fill itself from the outside in. One final push of his magic and Jett completed the wall, the shards fitting together seamlessly giving the wall a smooth and unblemished look, so clear that it could be compared to a window and, if one was not paying enough attention, it was almost invisible. Jett smiled at his attempt, walking to it to touch it but as he reached out the spell shattered into nothingness, realising a large amount of magic as it did.
Jett was confused to say the least, everything seemed perfect, it was standing perfectly. Why didn’t it work? Sitting down on the floor where he stood, he began to think of just how it could’ve gone wrong. Most spells didn’t need such training, it was usually only times when spells would jump up in skill level that he would need to do so, this was obviously such a case. The defensive power even in its incomplete state was breath taking, only erect for a couple seconds, it was without question the strongest defensive spell he had witnessed himself. This wasn’t the only time this had happened though, Jett placed out his palm and his grimoire floated down from the air to land perfectly in his grip. Flipping back through to his old spells, Jett stopped on his Diamond Sanctuary spell. The biggest jump he had in power to date, it took Jagen to talk him through the spell for him to be able to grasp it. He wouldn’t need his captain to help him this time, the parallels between the two situations was enough for Jett to want to kick himself. Just like the last time, Jett was over compensating, pouring much more magic into the shield than he needed to. Instead of making it stronger, he just bloated it, compromising its integrity until it became bloated with magic and brittle, shattering at the smallest amount of pressure.
The grimoire floating up into the air once more, Jett smiled, having the answer he needed. Standing up, his grimoire’s pages flipped back to his newest spells shining once more. He knew the problem, he had the solution, he just couldn’t believe he had forgotten the answer, though these four years were longer than most. The same goal in mind again, creating a partition, Jett built up his magic again, this time there was hardly any updraft. Speaking much calmer than last time, Jett summoned his spell. ”Diamond Magic: Wall of Aegis.” Diamond dust began to fill the room, solidifying into the wall he envisioned, forming almost instantly. It was over quickly and effortlessly and the results were far better than he had expected. The structure of each of the squads bases were reinforced in case of attack, ensuring they remained unharmed, able to house refugees in a worst case scenario. For the Purple Orca base, this was even more true and even within the sturdiest of bases, the training rooms where the strongest of them all. Yet in the face of all this, the wall that Jett had created in from of him was several times stronger than the walls of the base, at least that’s how he felt. A sudden wave of weakness fell over Jett, quickly stopping himself falling to the ground, he was suddenly all too aware of the sheer amount of magic he had expended, quickly dispelling the wall, his grimoire returning to its home at Jett’s back.
Leaving the training room,. Jett head for his room, deciding to take a small rest to recover. His arsenal had increased beyond anything it currently housed but there was still a question of the vice-captain’s stagnation. For now, the spells would work to lessen his worries but it was something he would have to face sooner rather than later.