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[Bolivar]

Not even a week has passed in Syliras and already some rumblings of a villain were spread throughout the city. Bolivar did not know what to make of the rumors thinking little of it. What really matter where the rumor lead and to him it sounded like a distraction from the real issues Syliras had. Besides Bolivar had something more pressing to deal with. "Keep your hands to yourself. Stay back or we'll have a problem here." Riding his steed through the city Bolivar found himself in a rather interesting position. A rather… large fellow had been making a scene with his outstretched palms. He had been quite docile from when the squire noticed him but the man was quite insistent on approaching others for whatever reason. Moments later striding closer to the squire heard what had caused the slight panic from those around him. "They stole my djed." Bolivar's reaction didn't register well with his steed as the mount shuffled irate below him. Righting his course towards the man before dismounting in front of him Bolivar looked for any familiar signs of a magic user. Was it really possible to take someone's magic away from them? Not wanting to get close Bolivar stowed his axe behind him and removed his left glove. Another form of djed was revealed to the man and all to see. Bolivar's personal magic of reimancy. Perhaps the man's condition might have been contagious, Bolivar himself did not want to get close himself but the squire found himself directing his res at the man's hand. No resistance from the fell who watched almost curious as Bolivar directed his res to around the man's hands. No shrinking, no draining nor weakening yet. Though the squire could not be sure until his res touched upon the man's skin. Which will happen in a few short moments… "Ahh!" The man eyes grew with shock feeling the almost scalding reaction of res on skin. No shrinking, no draining nor weakening. This man seemed to be telling the truth. Transmuting his res into wind soon after Bolivar quickly concluded a few things based on the man's reaction. This man was a victim. He had no idea what reimancy was nor did he have any noticeable features of a physical magic, whatever he knew was almost ethereal like his. Lastly he it seemed he was safe to approach. "Looks like you and I don't have a problem." Striding purposely towards the man Bolivar eyes noticed the eyes that were converging on the pair of them. Perhaps this was not the place to talk about the man's problems. It would look like they had to find somewhere secure so they can talk. Though pleasantries were still expected to be exchanged. Offering his hand in the region's usual greeting he looked to the man with a practiced introduction. "Pleased to meet your acquaintance ser. Squire Bolivar Dynamicgear Coglias of patron knight Ser Theron." Perhaps a still shocked at the rapid development the man simply stared at Bolivar's handshake. "Allow me to… escort you to a more secure place so we can talk." Shifting his head to the side Bolivar waited for the man's handshake before he continued on. The squire felt that the offer itself showed that he at the very least trusted that the man was not lying. So when the man continued to simply stare it chipped at the squire's patience. An almost apologetic look came from him turning into frustration before awkwardly stretching his arm forward. "They stole my djed." Taking the initiative Bolivar gripped the man's hand tightly almost wincing at the thought of being drained dry. As Bolivar shook the man's hand it finally dawned on the squire what the man meant. They took more then his djed. They took the whole thing. "What's your name?" "Faolain " "Faolain can you move your hands?" "No. They… they did it." "Yea I know. Come along." oocFeel free to direct my character around as long as it is within reason.

[Wrenmae]

One did not normally encounter the word 'djed' in day to day affairs. It was a word often reserved for those who understood the hold tongue, or were nuits...either was a high possibility. So when a giant of a man casually, almost perplexedly, began accosting people in the market claiming that 'they' stole his 'djed', Wren was interested.

Now, he wanted to avoid appearing too suspicious to the knights. Certainly the Blight would soon seep into the population and at that point, he was nearly lost. Instead he reasoned how he would approach the fellow...certainly the magic at work seemed to be Leeching, a magic he had read about while at Zeltiva...of course, in that manner, it could be nearly anything. Magic didn't come with an easy lexicon of terms and conditions...he could very easily be looking at something far different than anything else he had experienced.

So it was when the Squire, pompous on his horse, came to question the individual, Wren made himself part of the everflowing group to listen to what was said.

Certainly shock seemed to be a contributing factor, and to look at it in a clinical sort of way, it made sense. The shock of having ones djed sucked out would be traumatizing to anyone...even a non-mage.

So when Bolivar led the man away, seeking out a quieter alley to question him, the hypnotist followed, leaning against the entrance and crossing his arms as the squire and the victim moved father into the shelter of the alley.

"Sounds like Leeching," Wren offered to the squire with a shrug, tapping against the lobe of his ear, "You speak loudly, as does your friend...but I read about a magic capable of stealing the very life and vitality...even magic, from another...they called it Leeching."

[Bolivar]

The man's djed was drained just like the woman from before. Taking away the use of the victim hands however was the glaring difference. Shock, disbelief and desperate for help. Just like last time.

“Follow me if you know what is good for you.”

Taking a more authoritative tone Bolivar stared down the man as he took his place in front of him. The first step was to either take him for processing and maybe find a knight or knight detachment. Walking through the alleyways would not have been the squire's first choice but a short one that cut two major streets was nothing to complain about. Still unable to find a knight or a men at arms battalion the squire pressed on keeping his eyes on Faolin in front him.

Though at the sound of a voice behind him Bolivar spun quickly at the figure before him. Seemingly suave and collected in his arrival the easy tone Wrenmae spoke of magic did well to put Bolivar on guard. Bolivar's escort turning around as well the squire threw up his arm to divide the two as he processed what exactly Wrenmae had just said. Furrowing his brow in thought Bolivar immediately said what came to mind.

“That is not right.”

Yet what Wrenmae had just told Bolivar fit. But that did not explain everything. A sudden breakthrough in the form of a mere passerby?Behind him Faolin leaned closer for a better look at the stranger before being promptly rebuked by the squire.

“Stay back he's dangerous.”

Whether the statement was directed to Faolin or Wrenmae the squire regarded both of them critically. There were too many questions left answered from the drained djed incidents to the epiphany freely given by the sudden stranger.

“You've read about this have you? Felt it right to approach us as well... What more do you can you tell me about this magic stranger?”

Bolivar's hand instinctively went to his axe questioning Wrenmae. Magic always had a dual nature of sorts and this was no different. Whether from the effects from his earlier show of reimancy or simply because he had used magic inside the city Bolivar wariness was already showing. Slowly arming himself Bolivar made it clear that he did not want the man closer.

“Right there is good. What do you want?”

[Wrenmae]

Wren held out his hands wide, showing he was both unarmed and meant no harm. "Come now, Squire," he said, making a guess based on the garb, behavior, and weapons of the man, "Let's not be too nervous. My studies indicated that the man will now be a leecher as well. The initiation into Leeching involves draining a person's djed to almost nothing, almost enough to kill them...then the victim takes back djed and learns the process through that."

He flattened against the wall of the alley and let his hands drop, "I'll admit, I'm surprised. One usually doesn't simply drain a man and leave them to wander...does the bloke have any memory?"

"They took my djed..." he muttered quietly and Wren shook his head.

"Addled, is he? A shame. I know someone who may be able to help though, but she's about as jumpy as you are when it comes to new folk." He flashed a grin and dropped back to the mouth of the alley.

"But what I'm trying to debate is why I should help someone who's been so guardedly rude to me? After all, I've given you a fairly valuable insight...free of charge or request, but after being treated in such a way, I feel as though I should be entitled to something for my troubles."

Up came a finger to tap along his jaw. "Tell you what, the girl I know is a mage...specializes in retrieving lost memories through trance. You make it worth my while and I'll arrange a meeting. Quite a bit better chance than interrogating a man who can only say one thing."

[Bolivar]

Everyone and their mother seemed to be able to tell Bolivar as a squire. Always a squire of all things. Was it his height or demeanor? Bolivar could not quite fathom the reasoning behind it all. All he knew were the base emotions he felt after. Slight irritation, eventual acceptance and then some good old fashion proactive speech. Though this time the problem it looked like the problem presented itself differently.

"Makes sense."

A slow smile coming from Bolivar's face, given the how reimancers initiate each other, it wasn't hard to see leechers do something like that to learn. Though it this wasn't the first incident Bolivar had met someone who had their djed leeched.

"I did say he was dangerous."

Once again making a point not to address whom he was referring to Bolivar found himself having a sudden interest in the scenery. Oh how the sky had averted the squire's gaze and looked so interesting! Yet the stranger continued on, words which did little to ease the squire's initial skepticism. Just as well, it was good to see a possible threat as is, even if he was using honeyed words to lure the squire in. Letting the man speak his piece Bolivar could feel the beginnings of a conversation that would err on the squire's already limited patience.

Petchers always be wanting stuff from you. No matter where you were. There would be people peddling out for a piece of whatever is it is you had.

"The last time a mage revealed herself I ended up killing that mage."

A slight sound to the right of him Bolivar waved his arm at the man beside him.

""I'm not talking about you. It was outside the city. Turned out to be a predator of sorts. A leecher like the man said. Anyway! I was trying to make a point with that. My mistake it was in bad taste."

Not quite sure where he was going with this Bolivar didn't press the issue any further regarding Wren. Not quite sure if the man was still even there Bolivar found himself sighing realizing that the aforementioned woman would do well in bringing in the perpetrators. His pride was nothing if it meant that these incidents would stop but the squire would not let himself fall into the stranger's pace.

"Alright stranger. I'll meet this supposed woman myself. However this guy belongs to the knights for now."

At that the despondent man looked back at the squire a bit shaken at the statement. Flashing a quick smile Bolivar patted down on the man's shoulder a bit too roughly.

"Don't worry they'll keep you safe until you unscramble that noggin of yours Faolain. You will be registered and be under their watch until we are done with you."

At the first signs of hesitation Bolivar's eyes and smile tightened as he gripped tightly on the man's shoulder.

"I need your compliance here Faolin. There is no other way around it. You will have to register your name. The office is nearby, you'll be save there while we figure things out."

Looking back down the alleyway Bolivar lead the pair out before calling back to Wren.

"Still there? Give me a time and place. I'll be there after I drop this one off. I'll meet this girl of yours, we'll see what she can get out of me first. Then we'll see about letting you see Faolin here."


oocsorry I had a sudden brainfart mid typing. It was worded out so much better in my head then poof. This.