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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
Struggling not to crumble up or tear the scroll in his hands before he was finished reading Ivar would let out a loud guttural growl, mimicking that of a predatory animal that was well into being pissed off. Once he had completed the task of reading the scroll that had been given to him however, Ivar would proceed to crumble up what he held, tossing it into the nearby fireplace as he began to stomp about the Raven's base.
" A Messsssssiah?
What a crock of shit!
IF ANYTHING THEY'RE A SHEEP IN A GOD'S DAMNED ARMS RACE!
AND I'M THE WINNER!
I'VE BROUGHT BACK THE DEAD TO THE WORLD OF THE LIVING!
I have mastered the art of Thaumaturgy! I am the Soothesayer! The Diabolist! I am the NecroDancer! "
Making his way directly out of the base Ivar would then make his way around it's immediate perimeter, kicking at the dirt and rocks with his thick combat boots while he continued to grumble and curse to himself. Clenching his scarred hands into tight fists the Wraith Mage would continue to storm around with no one in particular around to interrupt him he was free to continue to stew in his foul mood rather than work on not focusing on the negative.
Summoning forth one of his lesser zombies, not even a real Golem in the sense, Ivar would be quick to smash it into dust with one deft blow of his Caraxe's Arm which would obliterate the ghoul he had called upon. Moving forward as if nothing had obstructed his path the angered Mage would only come to a final stop upon coming to the steep edge of the castle's further perimeter, peering off into the misty and dark expanse below.
" Kyek! "
Taking a deep breath finally Ivar would come to hold either arm within one another behind his back, going beyond the simple act of holding either hand within another, being one of his basic means of slowly, but surely calming himself. Though grumpy he was at least trying to move beyond it, or rather opting to begin working on how to fix the situation at hand, the one that made his skin crawl.
Eventually wandering away Ivar would take his calmer, but slightly brooding self back into the mansion, prepping to make an adventure outside of the compound's reach, opting to visit The Forsaken Region. Leaving Frahn behind to keep his room tidy and to keep him informed once he returned, Ivar would set out on horseback, his friend and ally Vlad would carry the two of them all the way, a powerful stallion built for stamina over speed. Gnawing on deer jerky and smoking his herbal + rose hip spliffs along the way the Rogue would finally find himself in the Common Region of the Clover Kingdom, wandering about aimlessly to try and find some entertainment, something, anything to distract him.
The city of Kikka was a good enough place. Its citizens didn't seem to want for much despite living in what was considered the common region of the Clover Kingdom. That was most likely because it was a commoner's town built in the shadow of the Royal Palace, which one could spot from nearly every corner of the villa. It was no surprise that it would be home to an expansive black market where one could buy rare, illegal, or stolen goods if they had the money. Even nobles were known to partake from time to time, which is most likely why it continued to exist despite being an open secret.
Hood up, face obscured by heavy shadows. A figure stood at a table, its wooden frame shaky from wear and tear. Many scuffs marked its aged surface, the once find dark wood now pockmarked with light spots throughout. The figure's hand was held a small pack labeled 'Dragon's Choice'. The salesperson behind the counter wore upon their head a slightly over-sized dragon mask, cheap in make but remarkable in design. It matched the dragon mascot on the side of the pack, though there was a notable difference in quality. The red scales of the mask shifting slightly in the light as they moved down the table.
"Dragon's Choice brand tobacco. By royal decree we can't say you should smoke it, but you can. It's not the best choice, it's Dragon's Choice." He said, repeating for the third time what was a well-rehearsed product motto. Besides this they seemed either unable or unwilling to say more, a common trait among those who sold in the shadier parts of the city. The figure slips a small brass coin from their cloak, placing it on the table top before turning away to depart. It was the cheapest tobacco in Clover Kingdom and when you never know when your next coin will come from it was the only one you could afford.
Renting a stall at a large stable for Vlad, Ivar would leave his friend with a couple sugar cubes and a Green Apple, the horse's favourite. Taking off on his own then the Void Mage would explore Kikka further on his lonesome. Eventually wandering deep enough into the likes of "Kroka", a modest town that existed mostly as a cover for a black market that used the town itself as a cover // veil.
Here and there one could find an assortment of stores and stalls, though the seedier sections obviously still tried to use the shadows and the dark for more cover, meaning thick alleyways and basements were the go to locations. As such Ivar presently found himself wandering through the darkness. Fixing his hat along the way the Void Mage would eventually find his attention diverted upon hearing some stall owner boasting about their tobacco, some "Dragon's Choice" or something similar to it.
" Tobacco? Blehh... "
Passing by at first Ivar would nonetheless come to pause if only momentarily, his head turning so that he might glare at both stall owner and the one buying their cheap tobacco.
" Here, try this, herbs and rose hips....... "
Reaching into his jacket slowly, but surely as a means to express he meant no harm despite grinning like a devil Ivar would proceed to pull out a silver and platinum coated pocket book of sorts. Popping the device open he'd express it's inside contents, twelve perfectly rolled spliffs with cones included left firmly packed within. Pulling two out with his middle and forefingers he'd go on to flick them with deft precision towards the buyer of "Dragon's Choice", attempting to pull them away from their nasty tobacco addiction.
" You won't be sorry, haha, he, he, ho, ho, ahh, ahh!
Anyways, names' Ivar. "
Shifting his gaze from the figure before him to then toward the Dragon's Choice stall owner, Ivar's gaze would become one filled with malice and hate, his stare alone telling the mask toting man that he needed to keep quiet or perhaps even go as far as to take a break for the time being. The Dragon masked man would then do just that, stumbling back in fear before struggling to flee further before eventually waddling out of the alleyway entirely.
She stared quietly at the stranger who had barged up for some time. The man wore an exagerated, silly grin on his face. It was reminiscent of some sort of character in a book she'd read once, though at the moment the specific details were escaping her. Mixed with the slightly skunky odor surrounding him, it caused her suspicion to rise.
Reaching out slowly she took the item he had presented her. This 'herb of rose hips'. He began to cackle oddly as she did, assuring that the decision to take it wouldn't bring about regret. Everything about this fellow just felt off. Perhaps he was mentally ill, or at least whatever this herb was he was smoking was making him seem that way.
Finally she narrowed her eyes, bringing a gloved hand back down and into her cloak without touching the offering. Her mind went into examination mode as she quickly looked him up and down. From initial appearance he didn't seem like much of anything. Just another shady person in a shady area. One could also say the same of herself right now.
"No, thank you. I don't make a habit of smoking strange herbs offered by even stranger people." She said, the sales clerk with the slightly over-sized stuffed dragons head mask standing behind her. The scales of the mask shimmering in the dim light as he observed the altercation nervously.
"You know, Dragon's Choice brand tobacco products are magically grown using actual magic. Not like other brands who just let nature do all the work. That is how Dragon's Choice can offer you the cheapest tobaccoish product you can buy. Remember it's not the best choice, it's Dragon Choice." The clerk says nervously in response to the stranger's death glare. With that he turned, stumbling away from the stall in a panic. His heart raced as panic started to overcome him.
The sound of clanking and crash echoed as she stared at the man who had introduced himself as Ivar. The sales clerk had broken out into a full on run, stumbling and falling into other stalls. Various people turned to watch the spectacle. Thugs in the employee of the stalls he had knocked into came out, encircling the vendor wielding various blunt instruments fit for beating a man. Some stayed to watch, enjoying the opportunity to watch such violence. Others continued on their way, having more important business to attend to, and others payed no mind to what was a common sight in such a shady area.
Despite the voice the shorter cloaked individual before him opted to not lower their hood, instead. Sucking on his teeth for a moment after their refusal of his joints, to which he would swiftly snatch out of the air rather than let them free fall to the ground. Gnawing on his lip then Ivar would proceed to light both with a single match after clipping his metal tin shut and sliding it back into his own cloak's pocket. Inhaling deeply and proceeding to exhale a cloud of smelly smoke the Void Mage would however direct it to the side of the one before him rather than blowing it right in their face. Despite this a passing breeze threatened to sway it into the cloaked figure's face nonetheless.
To this Ivar would extend his right hand, a small palm sized Void appearing just an inch or so above his flesh, the smoke harmlessly siphoning into the black mass that would then vanish when all of the smoke had been disposed of. Forever gone thanks to the nature of the "Void" the smoke's smell would be all that lingered though this was mostly due to Ivar's own reeking stench of the herbs.
" Hmmmm, fair.
Can't say what's stranger than smoking tobacco which is something that slowly kills you, it's a weird form of self-dying.
Well anyways, at least he's out of sight, mise well finish what I started, heh, heh. "
Stepping forward then Ivar would proceed to kick and smash the cheaply made wooden stall before him, leaving just a broken "Dragon's Choice" sign upon the wreckage. Chuckling to himself while smoking all the while the Void Mage would then slowly turn back around, flicking his roaches away and letting them rest in the mud he stood upon himself.
" At least you got your fix first, hope it was worth it though, won't be finding it around here any time soon. "
Cracking his neck to the side Ivar would wonder what the individual's reaction would be to his criminal methods, going as far as to even turn back around to what remained of the stall. Sifting through the wreckage he'd attempt to find any gold or things of worth in the wreckage. Thread turned into a "Crime Thread";
Verbal Assault Destruction of Property [Form of Arson?] Theft
As the stranger began to vandalize the makeshift stall she turned to watch as the keeper began to get kicked in the stomach by the thugs hired by other shopkeepers. It was truly not his day. Not only had this stranger scared him to the point of fleeing his stall, but now he was being beaten while his stall was destroyed. But that was the harsh reality of making your business in the shadows of society. You had to be strong or you'd find yourself eaten by the ever present bigger fish.
Turning to the stranger she found him digging through the mess he had created out of the stall. She squinted her eyes just a bit as she addressed him.
"I see you're having a bit of an episode. I'll leave you to it. Excuse me."
With that she turned, entering the milling crowd around the scene of the shopkeepers beating. She closed her eyes, trying to sense whether the stranger was coming up behind her. She wasn't skilled in that sort of thing but when dealing with the underside of society it was always best to assume the worse. She turned her head slightly, looking for anything more strange then usual. The stranger had shown his hand with his portal magic. She wasn't sure of the totality of his skill with it but it meant that he could come from any where at any time.
Post by Ivar Tiberius on Dec 24, 2019 18:57:40 GMT -5
Sick blows would echo out in horrid fashion as someone was assaulted, though slightly in Ivar's peripheral view, whom was being attacked remained a mystery to the Rogue. Beyond this he didn't bother to move an inch to improve his line of sight, finding it too much of a chore to do so.
Instead his main focus remained on the venture at hand, sifting through the remains of the shop keeper's stall until he found what he had hoped to find, a sort of lock box. Black in color it was roughly two feet wide, four inches thick, and seven inches tall/long, making it long, but thin overall. Perhaps it hid jewels or more refined things such as a necklace or two. Whatever it held he'd lightly shake it to ensure it held "something", upon confirming this he'd slide it into the confines of his cloak's interior before setting out.
Far from a Sensor or even a tracker IVar would nonetheless come upon the cloaked figure he had seen before. A moving shadow in the darkness, with Ivar a being well versed in the Shadow Realms the shadow would find itself unable to escape him at least for now.
" Such sport instills disgust and nausea in you, hmm? Perhaps I assumed to early that you had the gall....Hmm, oh well. "
Popping his neck from side to side then Ivar would continue speaking.
" However I find it eerie indeed that you can so easily visit dark places, yet when the shadows creep in you find yourself a child with the need to flee.
Hmph...First they're sour then they're sweet, as if, hehh. "
Proceeding to wander past the girl then Ivar would hock then spit a loogie to the left side of the alley before heading out of the alley altogether. Despite this he would remain within the vicinity, wandering about the nearby street and it's vendors whom didn't hide in the black market alleys. Ivar was methodical and egotistical, or at least he tried his best to be and as such he hoped his confusing words would have peaked intrigue in the cloaked tobacco smoking figure, drawing them toward the Rogue himself. wc; 369 twc; 1,616 "Crime Thread";
Verbal Assault Destruction of Property [Form of Arson?] Theft
Narrowing her eyes she would look at Ivar, head still straight as she continued to walk through the crowd. It seemed that he was as persistent, or at the very least was egotistical in his need to always have the final word. It wasn't an uncommon trait among the dregs and scoundrels that inhabited the shadows that formed within the cracks of society. That is where these types could truly thrive whether their business be smuggling, information, or wanton lunacy.
The man spoke, taunting her for her self removal from his presence during his bout of destruction mere moments before. A common tactic with the purpose of either holding or peaking ones attention, one that she used herself from time to time. This was a battle that she hadn't intended to have, nor did she desire to continue. This wasn't someone who could be taken lightly and so she began to think of what she should do next given the circumstances. He was a spatial magic user, though exactly how his worked was still a mystery. She was fairly sure he hadn't touched her which was a good thing as it may allow him to mark her to teleport to later.
As she exited the alleyway she passed the man who had continued to walk ahead of her after speaking. Narrowing her eyes once again she made sure to step a bit outside of his arms range as she spoke, the sound of children talking and legitimate business being done bouncing off the stone facades of the homes and businesses that made up the public face of the town.
"It is only natural for one to bow out when a greater actor takes to the stage. That is all."
With that she turned, heading away from where the stranger stood. She'd hoped that her stroke upon his ego was sufficient enough to leave the stranger satisfied with their brief encounter.
Post by Ivar Tiberius on Jan 3, 2020 19:49:24 GMT -5
-" Well, least you can gauge power levels...Too bad you choose to lead a boring life.
Maybe I'll see you around, heh heh, maybe first impressions were poor here, maybe next time we'll entertain each other positively. "-
Turning on his heel then Ivar would wander back into the black market alley, drawing his sword and twirling it about while clearing his throat.
-" Hmph, can't say I have anything against your little black market trade, so don't take this as some Wanna' Be Magic Knight thing.
It's just easier to make money this way, in the end I'm still earning it.... "-
Lashing out at two more stalls then Ivar would proceed to spook off the owners before sifting through the wreckage to find two more lock boxes, whatever they contained he'd find out later. Sliding them into the confines of his cloak Ivar would then move on to a third stall which had been prematurely abandoned by it's owner knowing they'd be next after all. Using his sword Ivar would scoop up the lantern hanging from the stall before flinging it toward the two stalls before setting them aflame with burning oil. Rather than break this third stall, fourth over all, Ivar would begin to more delicately observe and work his way through the black market business set up before taking what he liked before heading out of the alley which was beginning to break out into a large fire at that point.
Walking back out onto the street Ivar would merely sneer with glee to himself while making his way to the woods outside of town. wc; 230 twc; 1,846 "Crime Thread";
Verbal Assault Destruction of Property [Form of Arson? Went ahead and committed actual arson just in case] Theft
Post by Ivar Tiberius on Jan 7, 2020 22:07:59 GMT -5
Once making his way to the stable he had previously rented for Vlad to stay in, Ivar would then proceed to the outskirts of town. However it would be there that the Void Mage would find himself pressed by a small line of would be warriors. From mere thugs, to armored fighters, shop keepers, and what appeared to be even proper Mages were lined up before him, nearly ten in total. Yet, even with his weak Sensory rating Ivar could tell by eyesight alone that the warriors before him were nothing, likely not even at Trainee Mage level despite some appearing to be more versed with their Magic than the others like the thugs.
Regardless Ivar would oblige them, letting Vlad wander on into the forest while he stood alone to face what appeared to be the shop keepers he had bullied and their hired entourage.
But, they were all dead.
-" Heh, heh.
You're all going to die.
Your legacies will mean nothing in The Abyss.
And what a shame, for I had allowed you to live in the first place, heh, heh. "-
In an instant then Ivar would lurch forward, twirling his sheathed sword about before drawing the blade itself, cutting down two men in one blow before lunging to the side to deliver another deft blow with his weapon to kill a third. Ducking beneath a morning star swinging his way Ivar would sneer before proceeding to gut the man by bashing his own sword forward, it's edge cutting deep into their belly in the process.
-" I told you the truth and yet you remain defiant.
As if your fighting back means anything to destiny. "- wc; 277 twc; 2,123 "Crime Thread";
Verbal Assault Destruction of Property [Form of Arson? Went ahead and committed actual arson just in case] Theft Murder x3
Post by Ivar Tiberius on Jan 28, 2020 12:01:20 GMT -5
In the next minute and a half Ivar would continue his counter assault against the would be angry mob. At the end of it he had been forced to outright kill three men and maim two others. And without cleaning the blood from his sword A Vampire's Lament the Rogue would sheathe his weapon once more before once more making his leave of the place. Wandering into the woods as Vlad, his horse, did Ivar would retrieve his ally by their reigns, it was time to leave Kroka and Kikka both behind at least for now.
However he still had to make it out of the forest which made him wonder, would somebody follow him into the woods and try to stop him leaving again? wc; 111 twc; 2,234 "Crime Thread";
Post by Ivar Tiberius on Jan 29, 2020 16:21:36 GMT -5
It seemed however that no one would or perhaps it was just that Kroka held no one on par with the Rogue currently, a fair assumption at least. Retrieving and lighting another herbal with rose hips spliff before continuing to wander through the forest that surrounded Kroka, first he'd leave the latter, then Kikka. From there Ivar would then head back to the Forsaken Region, it was time to visit the other Ravens. First he'd need to check the loot he had acquired in Kroka though, from there he'd need to get it appraised and sold. Likely to not be any sort of extraordinary sum it still was money to bring back home to the others.
Post by Silas Vermillion❃ on Jan 30, 2020 5:57:38 GMT -5
Okay so I don't see any Verbal Assault so you won't gain any points for that. Also it was second degree murder as you stated in that post you didn't plan on killing them and lastly you only maimed two people not three. So the total Infamy gained was 16 you also gained 2341 gold note this is only for Ivar.