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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
Clara found the town of Nairn to be quite fitting from the description of her fellow friends and family. While it was a nice and quiet town from the looks of things, the skies above were pretty grey and drab for a summer’s day, though the coolness that the overcast provided was a welcome respite from the heat and humidity that followed her on her travels. It was with this same silver lining that Clara made her way into the town with, humming an old lullaby happily as she waved to the passersby.
The past few days were actually good for Clara, as she finally found her magic and used it for the first time, which did wonders for her mood for the next few days. It was on that trail that she also made the goal of getting the recognition of the Magic Knight Squads by doing odd jobs and making herself known through deed and word of mouth- like the old knights of her storybooks.
Admittedly, no great villain or noble destiny had made itself known, and it was taking far longer than she would have anticipated, but Clara was determined that it would pay off and be well worth it in the end.
It was with that same determination that she swung the doors of the tavern wide, approaching the bar with a smile.
It wasn’t much of a bar, nothing like the one she had been in in the noble region, but it was clean, spacious and well kept, patrons scattered around the various tables that matched the schedules of the other commoners. They all took a look at her for a moment, before turning back to their drinks and their own business.
The bartender took a long look at her, before going back to cleaning his glass. He was an older man, around his late thirties and looked just about what you’d expect a bartender to look like- scruffy beard and all. To his credit, he looked cleaner than she thought he’d be, but maybe she was just still too used to the Forsaken Region and its quirks.
“What can I get you?” The man huffed, not looking away from his glass.
Clara smiled at him again and shook her head. “Nah. Just information. I’m looking to be a Magic Knight, and I was wondering if you knew of some jobs that needed tending.” She explained, sitting down on one of the stools as she did so.
The man eyed her slowly, taking another look at her, or rather, her grimoire. “I get it. You can check the wall there,” he nodded his head towards the direction, “but beyond that I don’t know anything that a wandering knight would be interested in...’less you want to find brooms and give them to people who need them.” He said with a smirk.
She looked at him questioningly. “Magic brooms...?” she asked, the bartender laughing and shaking his head. “Nah. Just regular old brooms.”
It was too quiet for the likes of Ivar and yet he found himself drawn there with an actual goal in mind, to meet other Four-Leaf Clover Grimoire owners. As to why however, he wasn't entirely sure besides plain interest in meeting one or more of his Elite peers.
Popping his neck from side to side with his free hand, right, while his left held onto the reigns wrapped around Vlad whom was Ivar's horse. Having used his Green Mantis connections which included some underbelly company, Ivar had been promised and sworn that multiple Four-Leaf Clovers were coming to Nairn though he was given no detail as to why. Did they all share a hive mind? Drawn to one star location?
Shaking the impossible thought from his head Ivar would yawn, lighting up a herbal cigarette as Nairn came into view just on the horizon. Inhaling and exhaling with a sigh the Wraith Mage would groan before digging his heels slightly into Vlad's sides before clicking his tongue off of this teeth to signal the steed to head on forward once more.
" Just don't be boring, ughhh, that'd be the worst. "
Eventually coming into town Ivar would set up Vlad at the nearest stable, renting a stall out for the day and night if need be before heading out on his own. Arriving at a tavern, picking it for no particular reason, he'd pause within the center of the establishment while glancing about. Being told that there were multiple Four-Leaf Clover owners coming to Nairn was one thing, being told names was another thing entirely. In this Ivar would find himself being as blunt as possible despite a lack of any concrete proof.
After all what was the likelihood that he'd just have happened upon the tavern where one or some of the other Elitist could be located? Nonetheless he'd reach for and grab his own Four-Leaf Grimoire from the holster located at his lower back, holding it out in front of himself then before speaking out loud and clearly.
" Hey, I'm here looking for my fellow Four-Leafs, anybody seen any around? Any of you owners of said Grimoires?! "
Post by Fibi von Engel on Jul 7, 2019 2:23:39 GMT -5
The winds of fortune were howling again. As she whizzed through the air, gripping on to her custom broom she got from the broom maker. Whether it was by fate, or by some act of her compass magic, or just her hea playing tricks on her, the girl had believed in a force called the Winds of FOrtune. Since she had gotten her compass magic sorted out through having gravity beforehand, Fibi von Engel was hearing the voice better, or, interpreting the sound ofthe wind better. The wind talk giving her the slightest hints of where to be next. As she whizzed through the air, she stood up on the broom from her straddle position.
A white shirt over a white and black undershirt today, tan shorts down to her knees, long black socks up from brown shoes, the orange haired girl was dressed normally for once. Trying to go for looks that didn't make her stand out. It worked to get her new friends, though she missed Majolica and Nephoria. But, Fibi was finding more people, namely four leaf grimoire holders. One that stole spells, one that had a tree that extended to the far reaches of the world. She herself had gravity magic before, before she drank a potion that forced a change, to her proper magic. The power of a compass. One might think it was a silly magic, but, she could tell were things were, see clearly through illusions, all sorts of things. She had found lately a new application of her magic as well, trajectory control.
Approaching Nairn, she leaned down and gripped her broom handle, across the wood grain several depictions of black arrows formed, giving it all sorts of weird directions to fly in, before it dive bombed toward the town. instead of that one time where she crash landed on a fake noble, she isntead stopped it in the air and flipped off of it as the broom stored itself in her grip, walking through the town.
She stopped for a moment, looking up to the sky, waiting for a strong gust of wind to tell her where to go, where to be nudged toward. With compass magic being tied to wind, it came easy to her. Sure enough, she could hear the voice projecting from down the street. A person looking for four leaf grimoires. She would approach with caution, the compass needle on the top of her grimoire starting to spin in circles wildly, the sense of mana it was getting driving it to a fever pitch. When she got to the tavern, she would peek her in to the door frame, wanting to see what the commotionw as about, "Did I hear someone say a four leaf grimoire? Is, everything going on okay in here?"
Clara laughed at the comment the bartender made before she continued on to make small talk with him, ordering a simple cup of water as she did so. They didn’t get to talk about much before suddenly, a strange man had bust through the door, holding up his own grimoire and shouting out that he was looking for other four-leaf clovers.
This man was a sight to behold, and she bet the other patrons of the bar agreed as well but had quickly turned away to not invoke the man’s ire. Heavily scarred with a look on his face that bordered on both boredom and disdain, like he didn’t give two shits about anything the world he had to throw at him, and if anything, thought everything to be beneath him regardless.
‘This guy looks like trouble. He practically screams it actually. Is he looking for a fight?’ She thought to herself, briefly wondering if she should even interact with the obviously suspicious looking man before taking a deep breath and extending her own book- a slightly weathered dark leather-bound book. ‘Maybe he’s a good person underneath all those scars, right?’ Clara hopefully thought. Probably not; out in the Common and Forsaken regions what you saw was what you got, but she personally felt that it wasn’t good to just assume everybody was a bad guy.
“Yeah, you’re looking at one.” Clara shot back, summoning that Forsaken Region school-of-hard-knock vibe that everybody from the region had. “Why? You pickin’ a fight?” she huffed.
Honestly, it was a bluff. Clara had no idea how powerful this dude was, and if she was being honest with herself it was likely that he could wipe the floor with her, but she chose to summon her backbone anyway, because he looked like the type you shouldn’t be a doormat around. That tended to end badly, and she didn’t feel like being somebodies’ rug today. It was only a little while after that another person entered the fray, a young orange haired girl maybe a year older than she was had poked her head in.
She was also looking for four-leaf’s, or rather, seemed to be checking on the commotion that the heavily scarred man had brought up. “Hell if I know,” Clara told the girl. “Guy just busted in here looking for four-leaf’s. Well he found one.” She nodded in the direction of the man, holding up her own grimoire to show the girl as well. “Clara Adalwolf, Wandering Beast Mage.” She introduced with a nod to both.
Scratching at the left side of his head Ivar would groan loudly before speaking with a harsh tone.
" As if....How troublesome, I'm glad anger isn't a common Four Leaf personality trait, hmph.
I'm just looking for my fellow lucky stars, relax, I have one myself....
Wraith Magic! "
Pulling out his own Four-Leaf Grimoire Ivar would first unbuckle the leather holster along his belt toward his lower back, closer to his left hip if anything. Holding the tome in front of himself for the others to few, though he'd keep a firm hold on her as to not allow anyone else to nab her from his grasp, Ivar would scoff as his eyes met Clara 's once more.
" Ivar, Ivar Tiberius, a Magic Knight of the Green Mantis squad. "
Smiling after speaking however Ivar's tone would lighten a tad before his gaze turned back to @lulueilie while taking in the sight of her strange Grimoire, it's directional arrow appendage filling the scarred mage with extreme intrigue.
" So we have a deadite, an animal tamer, and what might you be ma'am? That Grimoire can't be a basic one, can it?! "
Returning his book to it's holster before buckling it back up for safe keeping Ivar would then fold his arms across his chest, his seemingly bored eyes hiding his true excitement for the unfolding gathering at hand.
" Is this fate I wonder....Hmmmmm....
Y'know, words are one things, but actions are an entirely different breed. Say, care to show me your magic instead of just yamming away about it? They say one's use of magic says a lot about them, huh?! "
Post by Fibi von Engel on Jul 15, 2019 21:30:52 GMT -5
Fibi would feel a little bit relieved. The more people she met with grimoires like this, the more confident she felt in sharing her power. Back home, anyone with a power like hers was the target to become a human weapon. No more than animals kept in quarantined living arrangements and taken out to take down someone else's army as a one man against a thousand kind of a deal. Fibi von Engel was originally gifted with the power of gravity. Now she had one of two ultimate powers of wind magic. She had the physical form of the wind, the way to direct the wind and direct things actually. COmpass magic. She would grasp her grimoire and look at Ivar, then at Clara.
"No. It's actually, well. I used to have the power to control gravity. Some would say I downgraded after drinking a potion I found in a dungeon, I now have the power over compasses. Like, I can make really good maps, control needles, and recently learned I can manipulate vectors. Literally I can make things stop on a dime and change their direction and speed of the direction." SHe would comment while taking a step back, a large blade arrow appearing on the ground which had a feint glowing white line around it. As soon as her foot stepped on it, she was forced backwards, her entire image blurring as she stopped on a big black X with her feet hovering off of the ground for a moment. SHe planted her feet on the ground and showed off a little twirl.
"I can also finally understand The Winds of Fortune." No one was sure if that was a real thing. But, she seemed to understand some unspoken voice on the wind that no one else could hear. As she approached the establishment again, she would walk right up to Ivar and Clara, "So, why is it you're looking for more four leaf clovers? And what are the chances three of us are in this town at once?" She would ask while the arrows on the ground faded away.
Clara relaxed a bit as she watched the man, now known as Ivar, groan at her; feeling more than a little embarrassment crawling up her neck. The guy was heavily scarred, but he seemed to simply carry himself like an incredibly bored teenager, not some kind of monstrous person she originally assumed him to be. ‘Didn’t you say something about not judging people, Clara?’ Her mind sarcastically asked her. ‘Way to be non-judgmental at all.’
Pointedly ignoring the jabs of her inner self, Clara listened in to the man speak about trying to find magic knights and introducing himself, but not before scoffing at her which took a lot of her personal control not to scowl at. She inwardly cringed a bit as she remembered that again, she did just judge him for the man’s scars and he may have it right to be somewhat dismissive towards her...but she couldn’t help but feel irritated about it.
At the mention of fate, Clara focused back on the conversation at hand, realizing only then that it was likely that there were three four leaf’s at this one bar, in the middle of Nairn. The chances of that happening were astronomically low. Even a girl from the Forsaken Region could see that. Her realization was confirmed when the girl also explained her magic; a type of magic called Compass magic.
It didn’t really sound impressive, especially considering the girl also said she once had Gravity Magic, which sounded a hell of a lot more useful, but upon her saying something about vectors Clara began to get a little bit more interested.
Clara whistled at the display, watching the girl blur backwards. ‘That was a really cool trick.’ she thought to herself. If she was being honest, the controlling needles and making maps sounded incredibly boring but the vectors sounded awesome- imaging herself zipping around the battlefield or hell, making others zip around by making traps like that. “Yeah,” Clara began, scratching the back of her head. “I don’t think I have anything cool like that. I feel my magic is...utilitarian? I need strength, I get strength...need speed, get speed. I’ll be honest, I have no idea what I could do with it.” She explained with an unsure laugh as she got up off of the stool and pumped mana into her arms.
Her muscles would bulge as the aura of massive tiger arms would begin to surround her arms, getting into a stance as she went and swiped a bit. Content with that, Clara pushed the mana down into her feet, where they took on the aura of rabbit legs as she rushed around the room a bit, easily bounding and bouncing over tables and even the heads of patrons, ignoring their dirty looks as she went to sit back on the stool once she finished.
“But yeah, that’s what I got. Kinda boring if you ask me...but hell, maybe I’m just uncreative.” Clara said with a grin. She motioned a hand towards Ivar. “How about you? You said Wraith Magic, right? That sounds cooler than both of ours in my opinion. It also sounds like it fits you, with the whole...” she gestured around the man itself, “...thing you’ve got going on here.” She said as she leaned against the bar with a smile.
It always felt really nice to use her magic. It took her a while to actually figure out to use the damn thing, so being able to show off was often a treat. It immediately put her in a better mood, more often than not. At the question of the likelihood of all of these four-leaf clovers being here, Clara shook her head. “Incredibly rare. Maybe it’s like Ivar said. Some kind of fate.” She shrugged, turning to Ivar for his answer...
ΩFirst the ginger girl would expose her Four-Leaf Clover Magic, being Compass and thus an advanced element stemming from the likes of Wind. From there she would put on a spectacle, forming a backwards black arrow on the ground that when stepped on threw the girl backward though a new black X forming would delegate her speed to a dead stop. Clapping his hands in a soft slow manner Ivar's attention would then be diverted toward the blond girl who had spoken on Beast Aura and had some sort of assumed title for Ivar due to his outward appearance, which her bringing up his "look" would cause the Wraith Mage to sneer in retort.
Still he'd watch as she too exposed her Magic, veiling her arms to appear like a tiger's before swiping at the air, then surrounding her legs with mana to surround her legs in a similar aura, this time a bunny's legs. Watching her then race and bound around the room, it's obstacles, and patrons, Ivar would refrain from clapping, a means to spite the girl for her prior words.
" I say, I say, Four-Leaf Clover Magic never fails to impress! "
Gnawing at his lip for a moment he'd then chuckle however before raising his open hands, slowly and methodically as if he was hosting a sermon himself. Ejecting his mana away from his body he'd form a series of small runic portals, nine in total, around himself in an ominous manner. Sea green smog would emit from these circles before then horrific forms would take shape while rising up out of them, leaving three miniature Legionaries, Ivar's Light Golems, standing in front of him, a trio of his female Specialists would stand on either of his sides, his Balanced Golems, while finally his Hastiliarius, or Heavy Golems, stood behind him with an ever looming presence. Some more ghastly than others, Ivar was nonetheless surrounded by his ultimate offensive and defensive crew of the undead.
" Welcome my Legionaries, Beneficiarius, and Hastiliarius, my troupe of Causarius! "
Laughing only then in a maniacal manner once he had finished speaking, Ivar would let his dull blue gaze observe the females before him closely. How would they react to the surrounding ghouls that just stood there hauntingly due to not being given orders otherwise.
Post by Fibi von Engel on Jul 22, 2019 3:44:55 GMT -5
Clara had mentioned that her magic was utilitarian? She scratched her head at the thought of that, "I wouldn't say that's bad, you can always one up someone in a sport, or you might be faster than someone with light magic. Plus, that whole beast motif is pretty interesting. Have you considered that maybe you can mimic the traits of beasts? Like, the jumping strength of a tiger or something? Or interesting little side things that they can do? Can you hold your breath underwater like otters if you did that? She would ask with eagerness in her voice.
Turning toward Ivar who was summoning zombies, probably not the best idea to do here in the middle of a populated town, considering some people were having a freak out and panicking, running for the hills or back in to their homes. She would just have an animated sweat bead rolling down the back of her head while looking at the man. "It's, uh, it's an interesting magic. But, do you think you might be scaring some people? She said while thinking about how they would all be human weapons back in her homeland, not wishing that fate on anyone. Ivar would probably be given status as a duke, if only in name, to emphasize his importance to whoever had the 'rights' to having him as their weapon.
Lowering her arms and head, as if slumping forward in some comical fashion, Fibi would sigh audibly with Clara commenting on the coolness of magic, "I wouldn't say that, you know, every magic has it's own unique thing. You seem, very, very fit. I would say, it might come natural thanks to your magic, but, mages normally aren't like this." She said, gesturing to Clara's body, and then to her own, "Magic makes us able to handle the day to day stuff, right? So, if there was no magic to be used, you would be a queen." She said while people were starting to come out. The pub owner coming to address them.
"Alright you lot, you're scaring the towns people. Either come inside and buy some food so they know you aren't here to cause some trouble, or stand out here, use that magic, and we call the magic knights." He said while folding his arms, looking at the three four leaf clover mages before him. "I'll even comp your starter plates."
“Whoa...” Clara breathed as she watched Ivar summon a bunch of zombie-like golems. The sight was pretty macabre, what with the massive skeleton brute and the pure white ladies that were stained with what Clara could imagine was blood, but in a way, they were still cool looking.
“What’s with the naming? Did it come like that or did you name them yourself? Pretty cool, either way.” Clara asked at last, once she was done looking at them. They were unnaturally still, and that sent some shivers up her spine, but Clara imagined most Golems were unmoving, so it helped her to calm down a bit.
She was brought out of her reverie by the other girl, saying something about other things she could do with her magic. “Well, I can use that bunny spell to hop a good distance in the air. Haven’t thought of a way for it to work in combat, beyond dodging. It makes me kind of helpless while I’m up there so...” She trailed off.
“As for the fitness,” Clara began, “I’ve always been like this. Don’t survive much at the edge of the Forsaken Region by being a pipsqueak. At least, not where I was.” She explained.
It was then that the man from the shop spoke up, and she realized she’d be dumbly showing off in a shop where she very well could have broken something and been made to buy it. Cringing slightly, she stepped back to the bar. “Ah, yeah. Sorry ‘bout that. Got too excited, I guess. But if you’re comping, I’m not complainin’. I’ll just take something simple. I’d be fun to talk to these two a little more, anyway.”
She took a seat at the bar and gestured over to the other two, before turning over to the other girl. “So, I know his name is Ivar,” she gestured her head in his direction, “But I don’t believe you’ve told us yours...” She asked the girl...
ΩLazy, ignorant, and borish Ivar would prove that his surroundings went unnoticed when it came to the other patrons as well as the owner. This was proven by him being the last to reply and taking a long time to do just that even, sighing aloud before clawing at his scalp softly and messing his hair up further in the process.
If the world could have been as laid back as him Ivar would be surely in heaven, or so he liked to think.
" Hehhh, fine. Whatever. Slab of roast beef covered in house gravy with a loaf, butter and knife on the side....Be quick with my second plate too, mushrooms however you'd like to make em, ladle gravy over them regardless, and an order of well done potato crisps. But, do not burn them! "
Anger and irritance subsiding in the wake of the thought of filling his belly as well as spending more time among his fellow Four-Leaf owners, Ivar would wave his hands, dispelling his ghouls. Storming into the tavern though he was quick to bark another request, or rather order.
" Flaggon of red wine, sweet. "
Rolling his eyes before picking a table along the wall, but not in a corner, Ivar would then plop down, leaning against the wall while resting his left elbow upon the table, his left cheek in the respective hand as well.
" Anyways, if people can't tell what's a danger to them or not then let them be scared all the live long day, eh?! And as for my Wraiths, yeah it just came with the book. I haven't made any spells myself, my goons are my crutches you could say....But, y'know my Magic holds a secret ay'? Tell me a secret about yourselves or your Magic and I'll tell you mine? Hmm...I'll even start....
If you didn't know, Wraith Mages can take a recently dead body and revive it into a Special Corpse, a sort of unique Golem Magic, yeah? It allows for a much more powerful and overall more useful puppet.
Post by Fibi von Engel on Aug 6, 2019 0:47:02 GMT -5
Upon getting inside, Fibi would look at the menu, before placing an order for the stuffed mushroom caps. They were turned over, and stuffed with just one little piece of bacon, topped with cheese and garnished on the side with a small salad. She was eager to try that out. When it came to food, she liked smaller dishes that had more complexity to them. After ordering that, she would look over at Ivar, "You, you would be very well liked in my home country." She would sigh, immediately thinking of how her home land would use these two for war efforts. After saying that, she would continue.
"Where I come from, is a place called the Chessmen Principalities. They use alchemic reactions with the land for magic, and those with natural talent, for any kind of magic like you would find in Clover or the other Suit Kingdoms, especially those with unique one of a kind powers like ours, they would very much use us. But, it's not something great to be honst." SHe would sigh before continuing while rubbing the back of her neck, "They use us. As living weapons. Kept in whoever has bought the rights to you by whatever means, we are unleashed upon the constant wars and miniature strifes that plague the country between the White Mountain Principalities and the Under Dark Cavern Coalition. You, you would be sent out there to simply bolster an army with the fallen, taking whoever has fallen from both sides, turned in to more numbers for the side you fight for. Unless, of course, you would like to be overpowered from afar by people that could open the ground up under you with ease given the right drawing circles." She would say before looking over at Clara, "Your power alone would be an amazing thing indeed. You could easily break through fortifications and your speed and poer would be enough to call you a one person army. One versus hundreds. As morbid as it is to say, I can't get out of the mindset of what I grew up to hate, and run away from."
She would sit back and smile now, "I hid under the guise of a student at an academy to learn about economy of the world at large, and took the first chance I got to run. And I came to CLover, and since, I have no regrets. I came here with gravity magic though, and, as that turned with the power of a unique relic I found, I had my magic changed to what you see now. I have the power of a compass on my side. It finds things, it guides me, I can finally hear the voice of the wind. And, the best thing about it is that I can see through any illusion, regardless of the strength of a person for a short while. Even the grand illusionists I have heard so much about here in this kingdom alone." SHe smiled all proud of herself.
ΩWhile the ginger began to speak Ivar would find himself rather amused and entertained, his confidence bolstered when she kept mentioning how his Magic would've been used as a weapon.
Something he saw zero shame in.
Beyond this, toward the ending of what she had to say the group would have their ordered food bestowed upon them. Immediately grabbing his fork and knife Ivar would begin to devour his thick and fatty slab of meat which had been lathered up with a generous helping of a brown gravy made with the mix of mushrooms as well as onions. Taking breaks only to help force his food down with gulps of red wine from the large flaggon that had been filled beside his plate.
Amid this act of devouring his food Ivar would find moments of peace in his eating, speaking luckily without a mouthful.
His mind was on one thing however....
" You said...uhh...You used to have Gravitational Magic? A Gravity Mage....Woah now that's some powerful magic.....But, what's truly shocking is you said...You found a relic that changed your magic to what it is now, Compass, huh?....So what happened to your Grimoire? Did it warp or something, like did the relic wreck it a bit? Is it entirely new?
Just curious. "
Chugging down more wine until his cup was emptied, Ivar would then refill his drink with his second helping emptying the bottle that the bartender had left behind leading to Ivar waving the man on for a second helping. Sipping his wine before waving the cup safely through the air as not to spill any of it's contents, Ivar would speak again.
" You say you can see through any illusion aye? What about if I told you a made up backstory of mine? Do you think maybe you could see through that, hm? Hahaha, I'm kidding, but just curious. "
Bringing his cup back to his lips to finish off his first bottle of wine Ivar would slam it down just in time for the upcoming bartender to bring the second bottle as well as to refill the Wraith Mage's cup.
" Go ahead and bring me a sweet white as well, also get some fried eggplant going, no marinara though, let's get some alfredo sauce with gnocchi as the pasta, sound alright? Mmmm! "
Cracking his neck to the left then Ivar's eyes would come back to the ginger, clawing his memories for her name as he had been careless to note it before.
" Fibi was it? I can relate to the being from an awkward and dark past. Perhaps our similarities go beyond our Four-Leaf Clovers, or perhaps these similarities all stem from the Grimoires to begin with, hmmm. Magic is extraordinary and amazing, no?! "
ΩAfter some time of fraternizing and the continued awkward glances given to him and his other Four Leaf Clover bearers, Ivar would have his fill both literally as well as figuratively. Polishing off the remainder of his wine drink Ivar would then stand to his fullest height, his chair scooting out behind him in the process before he raised his arms into the air though not too high as to be considered awkward.
" Anyways, it's about time I'm off. Though I'm sure we'll be crossing paths again sooner rather than later....Hmm, Fibi, yeah? If you're ever near Kikka come look for me or simply put out the word that you're looking for me and I'll find you first, huhhhehuhhah. "
Gnawing at his lip then before turning on his heel and waving the pair of women goodbye as he made his way out of the establishment they had disrupted before entering, Ivar would proceed to make his way out of Nairn as he had.
The event had unfolded as an eerie, but fateful gathering, yet it left the Wraith Mage yearning for more, much more. Returning to his horse and comrade Vlad the pair would finally make their leave of Nairn, moving toward the Green Mantis base in particular, Ivar opting to visit his friend Cat next.
Clara hummed to herself, picking at her food as she attentively listened to the two speak. Firstly, came the new insight on Ivar’s magic; which although grisly, had a grim utility to it. Being able to raise the dead and use them as puppets felt like it would have no end of use, especially in wartime.
“It’s definitely something else,” Clara would say as he asked for their thoughts. She sat at thought about it for a moment as the girl beside them gave hers. It seemed like a pretty useful magic to have, all things considered. Beast Magic was pure, unadulterated power but was completely useless outside of melee range. She couldn’t even stretch it a bit by making longer spells. They could only be pure melee. As Fibi began to speak about her homeland, Clara put her thoughts away to listen.
Fibi...clearly didn’t have pleasant memories of her home, if she took a chance to bug out the way she did. Her observation on how Clara herself might have been used brought a shiver to the girl, though she had to admit, the whole image of her fighting one against a thousand was a pretty cool mental image.
“Well, I’m glad you like Clover, though even I don’t have much knowledge of it as backwoods as I am.” Clara spoke up, feeling her turn for the conversation, “As for mine...my magic’s “secret”, if you can even call it that, is just pure, unadulterated power. It is a very physical magic, it feels like. From what I’ve tested and explored, I have no ranged potential whatsoever, but I guess if I get up close then I can wreck your stuff.” Clara shrugged. She had the capacity to heal, but it was only singular targeted. She would need to test it more to figure out the proper rhythm.
Clara would be quiet again after that, content to simply listen to the two with a smile. She found some interesting people, and although she felt a bit behind on the power scale, it could only mean for a good windup on her part, right? Blinking back into the conversation again, she managed to tune back in just as Ivar was talking about the past, similarities and how magic was the best thing ever. “You’ve got that right. As frustrated as I am with my magic, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It has to be good if it’s so difficult to control, right?” She asked with a grin.
...It had been some time since then, though Clara couldn’t honestly tell the exact time of day from how much fun she’d had as she talked to the two. It must had been some amount of time as Ivar would eventually get up and stretch, before saying his goodbyes. “It was nice talking to you, Ivar. I had fun.” Clara would say, finishing up her own plate and drink. She’d then look over to Fibi. “Well, it might be getting pretty late. You gonna head out as well?” She’d ask...