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  1. #11
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    GP
    250

    Name
    Jacques
    Location
    Corone
    “Ah, so you a- oh.” Jacques frowned. It wasn’t every day that one started talking about dead gods of… sentient blood? He had no idea what in hell he was to think about that. Drumming his fingers against the counter and sipping his drink, he considered what to say.

    “Well, uh. It’s a shame that you lost your, sentient blood god?” Jacques stammered, trying to tread carefully. “In more familiar territory, assuming your Great Flow assumes a form of energy just like any other kind of magic, be it the innate energies flowing through the earth, air, and sea or the leylines then I will be able to at least poke and prod. Who knows, perhaps even you could find something out about your cult-ish quarry.” Jacques continued, thinking.

    He looked at the alchemist, examining his mannerisms. The man, who could be no older than maybe twenty five, seemed to have the bearing of a man three times his age. His blood red hair, not especially long, but still hanging down over his forehead, gave him an outlandish look. The darkness of his eyes belied little but an endless mystery, the sort of intrigue that accompanies those that society hasn’t immediately embraced. Jacques almost envied him, his experiences. He looked down at the counter, tracing the patterns in the woodgrains. The man was an enigma to Jacques, and he wanted nothing more to unwrap it. For a first meeting there was naught he could do but attempt to begin the process of introduction.

    “The Church itself seems harmless enough. No worse than the endless amounts of other religions in the world. Perhaps yours is the right. Perhaps the Thaynes are right… then again those aren’t so much religions as cults.” Jacques said, raising his eyes to meet those of Nevin. Staring into them intently, he frowned as if something bothered him about them. Jacques shook his head and opened his mouth to speak.

    “If you wouldn’t mind, perhaps we could move to the backroom? I have notes back there, perhaps we could exchange some information. But there is one matter to attend to before that.” Jacques continued as he moved out from behind the bar to stand next to Nevin. “So, while my fascination with your magic is pressing, I do figure this far into our discussion, we should at least get to know more than the details of each other’s sorcery. I’m Jacques, the owner and barkeep for this establishment. As you’ve seen, I’m a bit into the various areas of magic. Mostly to make my life a bit easier.” Jacques said, extending his hand.
    "By the gods, fear it, Laurence..."
    -Master Willem

  2. #12
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    Level completed: 65%,
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    Nevin's Avatar

    GP
    3,657

    Name
    Nevin Aimaparapoiitis
    Age
    22 / 37
    Race
    Human (Godling)
    Gender
    Male
    Location
    Corone
    Nevin blinked, slowly, at the outstretched hand. He reached out and clasped Jacques' hand, shaking it firmly. "Nevin Aimaparapoiitis, alchemist, owner and proprietor of Herbal Magick in Stonevale, and A Single Drop here in Radasanth." Nevin tilted his head to the side, a slight frown on his face as he gathered up his belongings to follow Jacques into the back.

    He didn't know just how similar blood magic was to the Magic of the Tap. It came from a divine, or semi-divine, source from outside the normal plane. Growing up in Salvar, talk of magic was fairly heavily frowned upon so he had no idea what the magic that people normally used was like. Would it reassure the alchemist, or concern him greater if this rune mage could manipulate the blood magic like any other?

    Nevin shrugged and calmly paced after the barkeep as he led the way into this back room. Inside, Nevin rubbed his chin with one hand then pushed some of the hair from his face with an irritated huff. "Now. You do realize that there is a problem with experimenting with this?" He tilted his head to the side and watched the other man.

    "I'm manipulating what is generally considered the life force inherent in blood to work my magic. I can do it because of the connection to the Great Flow, but - well. Don't be surprised if you can't. I don't know how rune magic would interact with this."
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
    A member of the NevCrew:
    Nevin: Thread count: please, don't try.
    Erik: Thread count: five or six. Maybe seven...
    Huntsman: seven. Maybe eight. Shhhhhhh.
    Telli' thread count: zero. I just can't get into writing the little hellion.
    Ronnel: Not even approved yet.

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