Spell Training May 30, 2019 9:26:13 GMT -5
Post by Ephier Vista on May 30, 2019 9:26:13 GMT -5
Ephier visited this place quite often, despite the terrible people that lurked in the shadows here and posed as much of a threat to him as any other unfortunate soul who strolled into his shady part of town. The Black Market, a place where literally anything you desire can be found, but at the cost of being conned, mugged, or severely beaten until you couldn't walk anymore. Ephier was somewhat of a familiar sight in these parts now, even though he didn't stay here for too long, his visits were quite frequent. Often more times than not, merchants in the market would possess items that they didn't even realise were valuable. Still, they'd try and sell it for as much as they can by lying about its worth and magic power.
"Oh, collector!" Merchants would shout the alias that had been granted to Ephier, waving their hands at him and trying to bribe him to their stalls. Everyone knew that he had a soft spot for fancy items - magical or not. Ephier loved artefacts from history, shiny trinkets, books, information that could be used to find more items. He spent too much money here, and had definitely made a few poor choices at times. But he was much more familiar with the area and the way it all worked now. He'd merely wave a hand in dismissal at the merchants bribing him with famous treasures and powerful trinkets, for he had already picked up the item he had wanted. It was a book, not magical or holding any significant importance to any other person but him. Someone thought it would be interesting to start recording the family tree of the Vista's, to potentially have a genuine record that could be added to some other important collection. But with the recent actions of a certain someone, the Vista's name had been shoved in the gutter and anything related to them stripped from libraries and records as their 'nobility' was no more. That's probably how an unfinished book of family records now ended up in the blackmarket. Nobody would want to sell something like that in the more legal areas of the city.
With a simple walking stick and a large hiking bag on his back, Ephier made his way to the end of the alley where he was a few turns away from joining the main city roads. But upon turning round the corner, his eyes caught glimpse of a small group of men leaning against a wall with shadows concealing them slightly.
"Fools." He muttered to himself, already well aware of their intent.
Ephier was known to be carrying around all kinds of fancy equipment and books. Even if these scoundrels couldn't use it for themselves, they could always sell it on for a pretty penny. Showing no sign of fear or concern for himself, he carried on walking ahead the way he was going. Of course, as he predicted, they stepped in front of him with ugly grins and a manic look in their eyes. "Ah, the collector. You know what we want, so why don't you just drop the bag and let us carry it for you, eh? Must be quite heavy carrying it around with you all the time."
They pulled out knives and had their grimoires floating closely by their side, ready to attack him.
"Ah, yes... You are right, my back is indeed aching." Ephier jested, grabbing the large bag and slinging it onto the ground in front of them. "And I also can't kill you efficiently while carrying it."
With a peculiar agility and a nimbleness that was surprising from someone who wore so many layers of clothes and pointy wizard hat, Ephier suddenly leapt forward with his grimoire and wooden stave. A couple of the thieves lunged forwards clumsily, missing the wizard as he swiftly ducked and rolled before using the momentum to vault up into the air. With a quick swing of the staff, he slammed it hard against the skull of one man with a sickening thud. Ephier then landed, not wasting any time to swing the staff around and slap the back legs of another, knocking him to the ground.
As the mana suddenly surged from two opposing grimoires, he gripped tight of his own tome and the pages suddenly started flicking through. "Particle Shield." He muttered, causing a dome of a thin layer of dust to appear around him. It looked thin and brittle, showing no semblance of being a solid object at all. But as a ball of mud followed by a dagger of flame came flying towards him, they passed through the shield and dissipated into an insignificant level of attack. The flames turned into a pinch of embers that brushed against his arm, while the mud turned into a couple flecks that splashed on his hat.
"Pricks." He groaned, dispelling the shield as he lunged forwards once more. He flipped up into the air, jabbing the end of the stave into the throat of one man and shoving him back into the other. With just one left, he bent down and picked up the dagger that the first one to fall wielded.
As he began to turn and run with his tail between his legs, Ephier grabbed the dagger and flicked it up into the air, catching it by the handle as it came down. "Yes, it has been quite some time since I practised the art of throwing blades. I'll try and aim for your throat." He chuckled, playing a fool as he threw it forwards, the blade embedding itself in the calf of the runaway thief.
"Oops, I missed." Ephier took a few steps forwards and bent down to retrieve his belongings, strapping the bag back around his shoulders and sighing. He was not a violent man, and would never truly intend to cause death or maim another so severely, but he did indeed like to joke about such things. "Now please, next time I'm here, I'd like it if you could tell everyone not to bother me on my shopping trips. I hate fighting."
+1 Stat, +1 Spell Point
Trained Spell: Particle Shield