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Clyde arrives on Mura during an unfortunate time, and runs into Tap

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[White Isle Harbor]An Unwelcome Welcome[Tap]

Postby Clyde Sullins on September 5th, 2016, 12:14 am

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47 Fall 516- Arrival in Mura


While he didn't dislike sailing, Clyde was glad to be stopping off on land. Travel by boat wasn't the most comfortable of methods, though neither was it one of the less comfortable, but being cooped up and unable to walk about freely such as on land was always a bit annoying to Clyde.

Their boat stopping off in Mura was so as to take on supplies and do some minor repairs, but that didn't mean Clyde couldn't enjoy his shore leave.

He was looking forward to a relaxing stay on Mura, after the trials of the last few seasons and even the current one. Clyde hadn't visited the Konti isle in years, but he still recalled various things from his last visit and knew it was a pleasant enough place. He couldn't imagine sticking around long term, but it was a nice place to stopover.

When their boat made "land" on the docks Clyde quickly scurried off, dressed in his more common clothes. He also had his pack on his back with his various bits of camping gear stowed inside, along with a pair of sledges(one steel and one a training weapon made of wood). If he only had a few days on land before they set off again, he'd make the most of them and go camping for most of his stay.

He also notably had a red eyed and shadow furred hound following at his heels, and a blue staff made of Vian wood in his right hand. Of all the places Clyde had visited this was the most likely place for it to be recognized for its providence, as it was a wood found and grown only on Mura itself.

Of course, Clyde has no idea of the batch of recent thefts on the isle, nor that foreigners were mistrusted at the moment because of it. He'd only just arrived, and so couldn't be involved in any such thing, but he also couldn't know that such had occurred. And once he left the docks, no one would know he'd only arrived, simply that he wasn't a native.

Walking along at a good clip, Rye(his dog) followed silently behind him, as Clyde's eyes swept across the isle. As he headed away from the docks his eyes turned away from the buildings and things, and deeper into the island.

He'd see the city proper later, but for now... For now, he wanted to be on land, and one didn't get much more on land than being in the wilds.
Clydes Stuff

I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

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Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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[White Isle Harbor]An Unwelcome Welcome[Tap]

Postby Tap on September 5th, 2016, 1:34 pm

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There was a trading ship from Ravok in the port. It had been delayed from leaving meaning Tap got more time to try and finesse her way in for a tour. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to convince her way on, even for just a minute. So she began to hang around the docks, hoping to catch one of the merchants or dock workers walking by and approach them. She though about flirting, something she was not good at, as many found Konti pretty. Though she figured they would rather have one of her sisters with long, beautiful hair, and a straight posture. To be honest, she had no idea what to do, but tried to tell herself that she would figure it out along the way.

However while waiting anthoer ship docked into the port in Mura and instantly Taps attention was recaptured. The Ravok ship had been here for a while already, she knew who was on it, and she had seen the merchants wares and so she likely knew what was on the ship as well. Although she still wished to see the inside of the ship, this new one was much more interesting as it had more unknown than the traders did at this point.

She watched the ship dock and unload. One of the very first people to unload was a gangly human man with dark hair and a dog. A very weird looking dog. He looked very hurried as he exited the ship, whether it was because he was late for some appointment on the White Isle, or he was simply seasick and wished to be on land, Tap was not sure. This Konti was not much of an animal person and so pet dogs never really tickled her fancy, but the dog was strange. The animal and strikingly black fur and its eyes were blood red. She had never seen such a dog before.

But that was not the only oddity about the man. He had been to the White Isle before, or so Tap assumed from the Vian wood cane the human carried. Anyone who has ever lived on Konti Isle would be able to recognize the wood, even if it was crafted into something else. The man could, of course, simply have bought the cane from a travelling merchant, but for some reason Tap thought he had been here before, mainly by the way he traversed the dock, unconfused and pointedly.

She felt compelled to talk to him, though she was unsure what she would want to talk to him about. So instead she followed him, hoping not to be noticed at this point, though she wasn't necessarily trying to hide either. She figured she would blend in enough among her sisters to not be noticed for at least long enough for her to figure out what she wished to say or ask.

The obvious questions were always the same, 'where did you come from', 'where are you going'. 'why are you here', etc. But Tap did not know how to introduce these questions without overwhelming the man.
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Currently I base my presentation of my Scavenging and Fishing skill on the skill write up by Shimoje and Ferrin, respectively, that is in the Founder's Review section of the World Development forum. This means, for example, that hand fishing, the practice of collect marine life out of the water by hand, Tap considers fishing rather than just gathering. Of course the final decision is up to the grader. This is simply what I am basing her actions off of.

Please also note that Tap is a very antisocial Konti and therefore please only reward her socialization point HALF of what you would normally award for a PC.
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[White Isle Harbor]An Unwelcome Welcome[Tap]

Postby Clyde Sullins on September 7th, 2016, 8:34 pm

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It didn't take long to get away from the dock, and to get closer to the edges of the city and into the wilds. The number of people moving about quickly reduced once the docks were left behind. This dropped off more once he got nearer to the wilds. Mura wasn't an overly populous place, and so while it wasn't uncommon to run into others it happened with much less frequency away from the city itself.

Such things were one reason after a few chimes or being followed, Clyde noted the presence of someone after him.

He knew well enough not to stare or to turn and look directly, seeing her out of the corner of his eye with his peripheral vision as he turned to look off to the side. Clyde wasn't sure why someone was following him, but he knew he couldn't be too safe with such things.

Reaching out to the woman through Cha, Clyde sent a tendril of his aura focus invisibly to were he had seen the woman was. As the touch of aura focus made contact her basic aura flared into his mental sight and awareness. He didn't need to look at her after that, he knew where she was and what she looked like better than if he was staring at her from a few feet away.

Her aura hummed silently within his second sight, a sound akin to crashing waves mixed in with blues and whites. He could hear the colors as well as the sounds, all mixed in as one thing.

Once he had a general awareness of her he slowly applied pressure, focusing deeper on the aura, while continuing about on his way.

He wouldn't give away his knowledge of his tracker just yet, instead heading deeper into the wilds and woods and such of Mura, where it would become increasingly obvious that she was following him. Particularly once they were the only ones about.
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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

Graders note: :
Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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[White Isle Harbor]An Unwelcome Welcome[Tap]

Postby Tap on September 12th, 2016, 3:59 am

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Tap cursed inwardly. Of course the stranger wasn't going to stick around town, he would prove to be even more interesting than previously thought by walking straight into Silverwood forest, not even bothering to stop an admire Mura in its opalescence. Although the young Konti was even more intrigued now by the man she also realized she would need to come up with an excuse to approach him and quick. If he has not already noticed being followed he certainty would once they were in the forest and were the only to sentient beings about.

She struggled in her mind, desperately grabbing for a reasonable excuse that didn't make her seem strange or stalkerish. Of course her first thought was to simply approach the man and express her interest in him. But she shook that away, that seems odd doesn't it? Many people come to Mura on a daily basis, she would have to explain her gut feeling as well as her nothings of his dog and cane and she did not feel as if that was normal to explain.

A few more thoughts came and went until an idea struck her. She had been faced with problems like these in the past and usually she found ways to fix them without outside help, but when the issues were truly strange or difficult she almost always forgot that she was gifted. The ability to search the Chavi and read the past of anyone she came into contact with was immensely useful, though for some reason Tap rarely used her gift. She loved Avalis as did every Konti, She was their Mother. However her devotion to Laviku was so much greater that it often shadowed Avalis so much that the Goddess was forgotten, despite the large lily that adorned the Konti's skin on a permanent basis.

The answer now clear in her mind Tap paused in her movement, letting the man continue to walk slowly away from her. She did not fear losing him as he retreated from her, reading the chavi of the stranger would be a quick ordeal and then she would have her excuse to run to him and announce herself formally. The stranger may have been to Mura before and have been in the presence of Seers but she doubted despite his familiarity that he would not be slightly amused or interested in her precognition of the stranger. And so she closed her eyes, standing still on the soft dirt and grass that began the Silverwood forest. She tried hard to concentrate on nothing, wipe her mind of any thoughts except the man and his chavi.

As always she was stunned as she entered the Chavena. The sights were beyond was a mortal, even a long-lived one like a Konti, could ever imagine. If she even tried to explain what she saw to another she was sure she would find herself fumbling for accurate words grandiose enough to give the Chavena credit. Stopping herself from getting lost in the sights Tap focused again on the chavi winding around her. The pictured the man she was following, how he walked with one hand on his Vian wood cane, how his dark hair flew in the slight wind he pressed against. It was not long until a tendril of chavi presented itself to the small seer, she grasped at it, attempting to read the mans past to gain some insight for approach.

She didn't go too far back, whenever she tried she found herself confused and her head always ended up hurting. She didn't need to see his birth, just something interesting. Something that the man would be surprised she knew. She read through the chavi until she saw something interesting. It was a mess of dark brown arms, seemingly many arms, unnatural for a human, they clutched at the stranger and he clutched back. She stopped it was clear what she was seeing and she did not need to see more. This was good enough. Nothing like a stranger knowing the intimate details of your life.

REtreating from the Chavena she resumed her mind in her body. Only a few breaths has passed for what felt like many chimes to the Konti and the stranger had only distanced himself a few paces. She shook her head, organizing her thoughts back into place and then started at a small jog until she was at stride with the man. "Hey stranger. I must know, how does it feel being in a six armed embrace?" She smiled a knowing and amused grin.

Looking back it was an extremely awkward thing to say and it probably came out weird to the man. Tap straightened her back, trying to act more causal than she was normally used to and walked at the same pace as the man, although a good distance of space between them.
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Currently I base my presentation of my Scavenging and Fishing skill on the skill write up by Shimoje and Ferrin, respectively, that is in the Founder's Review section of the World Development forum. This means, for example, that hand fishing, the practice of collect marine life out of the water by hand, Tap considers fishing rather than just gathering. Of course the final decision is up to the grader. This is simply what I am basing her actions off of.

Please also note that Tap is a very antisocial Konti and therefore please only reward her socialization point HALF of what you would normally award for a PC.
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[White Isle Harbor]An Unwelcome Welcome[Tap]

Postby Clyde Sullins on September 14th, 2016, 8:00 pm

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Clyde continued walking at a steady pace, not wanting to show that he was aware of his tracker as he slowly peeled away at her aura.

Of course, gnosis weren't inherently visible upon ones aura, nor were their use, so Clyde wasn't clued in when she began to use her gnosis.

He did instead notice something else, a sudden stilling to a degree of her aura, her emotional state reflecting as such to a degree on her aura as a lessening of movement and disturbances across the surface of the aura reflected her calming herself for her magic. Clyde didn't know why she did as she did, but he did notice the change and knew it meant something odd even if not knowing what specifically.

When after this odd calming of her aura the woman sped up and caught up to Clyde before speaking, his guard was slightly up. This was increased dramatically as she said what she did.

Unfortunately for the Konti Clyde read her knowledge as a threat upon him, or at least an attempt to intimidate him by showing she knew things she shouldn't.

His mind didn't go to Divination, of seeing the past of a person, as his understand or knowledge of it was minimal if not non-existent. He'd ran into a few users, but it'd never been properly explained or so his mind didn't leap to explaining things with it. Instead he assumed she knew his secrets through much more mundane methods, and reacted as such.

Considering his relationship with Sayana was a recent development, and he'd gone straight here from there the likelihood of someone knowing such a thing was small. Particularly since Clyde was one of the first people off the boats, and they hadn't been on land long. The most likely explanation to Clyde was that the woman had paid off one of the sailors to gather information for her, had given it to her, and she'd turned about and instantly used that newly gained info to show what she knew of him.

Clyde was of course wrong, but with his degree of paranoia and suspicion, tied in with logic and self preservation, his mind made a rather straightforward but incorrect conclusion as to the events that had passed to lead to where they were.

When he heard her say what she did Clyde froze in place, turning to face the woman, his face having gone blank and quite serious. As if she'd just turned up waving a blade in his face, or threatened him in some other serious manner. The grin on her face only made things worse.

Clyde hadn't lived as long as he had as a Chaon, mage, mage of Sahova, and citizen of Ravok, without taking threats seriously.

Holding Cha tight in his grip until his knuckles paled, Clyde glared at the woman, not saying a word but simply drilling into her with his eyes.

After a few moments of this Clyde opened his mouth and simply said “Is that a threat?”

Pausing, Clyde continued to glare at her, before continuing.

“Are you threatening me? Who told you that? Where did you hear it from? Did you have someone watching me?”

Everything he said was spoken in a calm even tone, but his eyes conveyed quite clearly his intent and meaning.

Perhaps it was the first time anyone had reacted poorly to the Konti knowing something she shouldn't. But for Clyde it was a quite reasonable response to a threat, and possibly a spy, or someone gathering information on him for some unknown purpose.
Clydes Stuff

I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

Graders note: :
Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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[White Isle Harbor]An Unwelcome Welcome[Tap]

Postby Tap on September 16th, 2016, 1:42 pm

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Tap's plan immediately went south. The man reacted much more violently than the Konti would have ever imagined. Surely he was not that clueless about the White Isle. Perhaps he had purchased that cane from somewhere else...

The strangers glare was terrifying, at least it was the to the unspecting girl. She was entirely unsure of how to react next and so after his hate filled questions that he rambled out so quickly Tap's mind didn't have enough time to fully comprehend. She stared in frightened awe at the man for a few ticks, struggling to review his words in her mind and fully understand his questions before reacting again. Then she began to ask herself some questions of her own. She quickly glanced behind them. The two were in the Silverwood forest and far enough away from the city to not be noticed by those passing close by, however she was sure if she made a noise of help, help would quickly be on the way. Mura was nothing if not guarded.

The simple fisher began to wonder to herself if this frightening man was worth a simple boat tour and story. She wondered if he was dangerous and if she really had any business trying to convince him for a tale or two. Of course the logical answer was no and if it was any other Konti they would have simply walked, or run, away at that moment. Yet the man now seemed even more interesting when he revealed how secretive and guarded he was. Despite her fear she wanted nothing more than to know about him and where he came from. And so she thought of a quick plan that she knew would fail, but tried it anyway.

She struggled to keep her shoulders back and straight. This would make her look taller, bigger and more confident, she knew. They resisted the strain but she forced back the ache that was growing in the unfamiliar position. She dashed a quick amused smile again, this time it was probably more wobbly than before. She did, however, take a few precautionary steps back.

"Well... Excuse me stranger." She began, trying to tone her voice to sound comfortable and amused. "I guess I amused wrong when I noticed your Vianwood cane. I thought to myself, 'surely this man has been to Konti Isle before and purchased that wood as there is no where else in Mizahar it can be obtained' but i must have been wrong. Or else if you had traveled here before then you would know there are no secrets on the White Isle." She paused, trying to gauge the strangers face.

She continued. This time she took a few steps to the side, walking slightly back and forth as if pacing in small thought. She tried desperately to look as confident as possible. She tried to hide the tiny fear that was lodged in her head and instead mask the curiousness she had for the man in courage and certainty. She moved her small hand and tapped one finger to her head. "And now don't get me wrong, that's no threat, I was simply making conversation with an interesting stranger. But I guess I should preform a public service and warn you then. Don't lie to a Konti, we know your past, your present and your future. Surely now, you knew that?"

She stopped dropping her hands to her sides. Thinking once more she instead redrew them into a defensive yet confident (or so she would like to think) pose of her arms crossed on her chest. She leaned slightly back, as if about to lean on a tree. Then she thought that was a great idea. Leaning shows carelessness and confidence. And so she took a few more small steps back and leaned up against a Silverwood tree, awaiting the mans reaction. She took another quick glance at the edge of the forest, trying to reassure herself that help was possible if needed. She wished she had carried her dagger today, not that she knew how to use it very well.
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Currently I base my presentation of my Scavenging and Fishing skill on the skill write up by Shimoje and Ferrin, respectively, that is in the Founder's Review section of the World Development forum. This means, for example, that hand fishing, the practice of collect marine life out of the water by hand, Tap considers fishing rather than just gathering. Of course the final decision is up to the grader. This is simply what I am basing her actions off of.

Please also note that Tap is a very antisocial Konti and therefore please only reward her socialization point HALF of what you would normally award for a PC.
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Postby Clyde Sullins on September 19th, 2016, 5:21 pm

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Looking at the Konti, the key emotion she seemed to respond with was surprise. Surprise at what he'd said and how he'd acted. Perhaps Clyde's reaction was over the top, but in his personal experience people didn't react well to other people they didn't know knowing intimate and private details of their life.

For a moment he thought she might run away, giving up on whatever she was trying to do. She even looked away as if she might, but in the end she stuck her ground and tried to continue on with their conversation. This if nothing else seemed to imply that she wanted something from Clyde, she simply hadn't gotten to the point and clearly stated what that was yet.

As she tried to twist her features, standing straight, concealing her past look of fear with an amused expression, he saw it for the act that it was.

When she mentioned a cane, Clyde narrowed his eyes, unsure what she was talking about. It took him a moment to register she meant Cha, which was clearly a staff and not a cane. A cane being much smaller perhaps waist height, and hooked at the end, while Cha was almost as tall as Clyde. Even among staffs she was an unusually long instance. Most were about 2/3 the height, while Cha was closer to 5/6 his.

Clyde kept his face blank, measuring his breathing and keeping calm and without showing too much, exhaling out his emotions and distractions to keep only what he needed. If he was going to win in this game of faces, he was going to do so by not showing one.

He waited until she finished her spiel, her words and story of which a bit was likely true but of which he had an inkling a good bit was a fabrication. He knew how to interrogate people, knew how to get information out of people, and could see quite a few clear signs that she wasn't being as open and honest nor as calm as she tried to show.

“Yes, I am a stranger. So then, correct me if I'm wrong, but strangers don't like to have other strangers walk up to them and announce intimate details of their private lives. Call me nutty, but I imagine that holds true to anyone, not just me.”

Smiling and holding up Cha for inspection for a moment, Clyde gestured with the staff in his hand.

“Second, I don't carry a cane. Old men carry canes. This is Cha. She is a staff.”

“She is from Mura, I did get the wood of which she was made from here, and have been on the isle before. I didn't purchase it though, I found it with the aid of a Konti I met on that trip.”

Her words did trigger some memories, ones that had been bubbling up over the course of their conversation, and in response to her words.

He recalled his last visit here, of the Konti he'd met then knowing his name without him revealing it. That had seemed a bit less odd though than what this woman had done.

He also recalled a much smaller and odder memory, tucked away in some odd corner of his mind and almost forgotten. A woman near the Suvan, one with three flowers tattooed on her skin, though not a normal tattoo of any kind. In hindsight, he was fairly certain they'd been gnosis markings. He vaguely recalled the words of the Nitrozian, though couldn't recall the specifics.

She'd predicted the Djed Storm before it had happened, and her prediction of it was the only reason he was now alive, along with the other surviving members of their party. They'd had the misfortune to the be on the edge of the Suvan when it occurred.

Smiling once more, Clyde examined the Konti and her scaled flesh, before shaking his head.

“You seem awfully surprised for someone who says they can predict the future. If that is true, why didn't you know I was coming, and how I'd react? Instead, you told me about something that has already happened, a much easier thing than telling my future.”

From Clyde's own experience, knowing the past wasn't impossible. Even with Auristics to a degree it was possible, but not in so refined a fashion. He'd done it once before when deep in an aura, though it had been vague and random, and not intentional. With that known, her doing it seemed within the realm of the possible, at least as far as magic went.

Telling the future however, that he assumed was far more difficult. He knew it could be done, as he'd benefited from it, from one who could do it, but he doubted it was such a common thing as this Konti said.

He knew from his own gnosis that things happened in steps, with more powerful things happening with higher level marks. Like Those of the single or double white eyes, and of Druvin. They had more marks, and a deeper connection to Rhysol, and thus more abilities inherited from it.

Logically then, in an obtuse and oddly disconnected manner, this flower gnosis wasn't so different. In his experience magic tended to work that way, being similar in form and methods if not in function.

“Now, you wouldn't be lying to me, would you? Lying isn't a good idea, particularly when done poorly, whether a Konti or not.”

Smiling once more, Clyde faced the Konti, having kept his same stature and standing throughout, not oddly shuffling about and moving as this girl was.

“So, why not try something novel. Try telling me the truth of things, as I've done for you, the truth of what you can do and what you really want, and perhaps I'll take you a bit more seriously in turn.”

“Also, a word to the wise. Trying to appear overly casual only shows how not casual and calm you really are. Haven't you ever heard of overcompensating? The person fighting to appear most calm, is often the least, and the least in control. If you aren't calm, then there is no point in faking it, that just draws attention by your bad acting.”
Clydes Stuff

I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

Graders note: :
Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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