Take these Sylirans and show them reimancy and what do you get? Bewildered looks and even more distrustful stares. Bolivar was well aware of this as he drew up the next batch of glyphs that would help in his next few encounters. Besides him, in very shoddy writing, was a parchment explaining his purpose.
“Arcane secrets of the crystal magi.”
Come all for the joys reimancy can provide.
Help an aspiring young squire prepare himself for knighthood.
A wide arrangement of tricks and feats to dazzle the mind.”
No admittance required. Tips are.
Requests are only five mizas each. Request something unique enough and you get your money back with a prize.
Nothing quite yet. A few of the expected responses along with a few hesitant glances at the squire. Occasional there was the look of genuine interest that was staved off by Bolivar's demeanor.
Well what did I expect? Can't really trust random mages in plain sight right?
Theron watched Bolivar across from him. Taking up a vacant stall the squire's patron was merely a precaution incase any treachery happen on Bolivars or the citizen's part. His shielding would dispute any force used on both ends. It was quite the impenetrable force to the squire's eyes. Conscious, magic cast to seal off an opponent's offenses.
“I did tell the knights still expect you to train but this is not quite what I mean. Have the citizenry test you? Not very a imaginative lot they are. Though it is refreshing to see you put yourself out there.”
Closing his eyes at the remark Bolivar continued his work on the makeshift glyphs that he strewed on the ground.
A circle of power, it's barrier and trigger so sensitive that one had to watch their words around the squire. One odd phrase or jumble of words put together in a particular way and a glyph could go off. It was like carrying a small fire on your persons at all times. Though when used in unison have enough destructive power to level a small home. Three pieces of parchment were to surround Bolivar and the squire was set. Trying to make himself approachable Bolivar beckoned whatever attention he can pull from the onlooking crowd.
“Aspiring Arsenal Mage Bolivar here. How can I persuade you to open your minds to the elemental arts? To accept these gifts given to us from long ago? A chosen few have carried and shared reimancy throughout the ages and now it is your turn to share in it's majesty.
Dressed for the part in his robes Bolivar still kept the vestiges of his warrior side on him. Tightly secured in it's weapon harness Bolivar kept the weapon stowed on him at all times. Bolivar knew how important it was in his city of distrustful Isuri. What more in the this strange unfamiliar land of giants?
“Before we start. Any requests to start us off?“
“Arcane secrets of the crystal magi.”
Come all for the joys reimancy can provide.
Help an aspiring young squire prepare himself for knighthood.
A wide arrangement of tricks and feats to dazzle the mind.”
No admittance required. Tips are.
Requests are only five mizas each. Request something unique enough and you get your money back with a prize.
Nothing quite yet. A few of the expected responses along with a few hesitant glances at the squire. Occasional there was the look of genuine interest that was staved off by Bolivar's demeanor.
Well what did I expect? Can't really trust random mages in plain sight right?
Theron watched Bolivar across from him. Taking up a vacant stall the squire's patron was merely a precaution incase any treachery happen on Bolivars or the citizen's part. His shielding would dispute any force used on both ends. It was quite the impenetrable force to the squire's eyes. Conscious, magic cast to seal off an opponent's offenses.
“I did tell the knights still expect you to train but this is not quite what I mean. Have the citizenry test you? Not very a imaginative lot they are. Though it is refreshing to see you put yourself out there.”
Closing his eyes at the remark Bolivar continued his work on the makeshift glyphs that he strewed on the ground.
A circle of power, it's barrier and trigger so sensitive that one had to watch their words around the squire. One odd phrase or jumble of words put together in a particular way and a glyph could go off. It was like carrying a small fire on your persons at all times. Though when used in unison have enough destructive power to level a small home. Three pieces of parchment were to surround Bolivar and the squire was set. Trying to make himself approachable Bolivar beckoned whatever attention he can pull from the onlooking crowd.
“Aspiring Arsenal Mage Bolivar here. How can I persuade you to open your minds to the elemental arts? To accept these gifts given to us from long ago? A chosen few have carried and shared reimancy throughout the ages and now it is your turn to share in it's majesty.
Dressed for the part in his robes Bolivar still kept the vestiges of his warrior side on him. Tightly secured in it's weapon harness Bolivar kept the weapon stowed on him at all times. Bolivar knew how important it was in his city of distrustful Isuri. What more in the this strange unfamiliar land of giants?
“Before we start. Any requests to start us off?“
