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Messages - Arch-Magos Winter

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Trivek

Trivek just trudged onwards, listening into the conversation and trying to forget he had some kind of skin-thief on his shoulders. There really wasn't much he could add to what they were saying anyway.

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Oren

"Yep, yep!" She said to the mage person. "I can become anything in the world! So long as it's dead. One of my cousins even became a small god! She was pretty cool. I was actually thinking of getting another skin soon. I heard a forest dragon was around here...." Oren was talking as if she was a girl shopping for clothes more than anything else.
Trivek

Creepy. Extremely creepy, but fascinating. Golgari mages couldn't even do that. Trivek didn't make a comment on her last statement, and instead addressed Urho. "And you can become a rock. What's that like anyway? I'd expect its sort of boring, since a rock would just well, be there." He steered in the direction of the denser parts of the Nexus, back towards territory he was both more familiar and comfortable with.

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Oren

She squeezed her legs together a bit as she played with this guy's hair. "Well, I'm Oren! I am a Fae, but only sometimes." There was a special bit of emphasis on that final word. Almost a degree of religious reverence slipped into her voice as she said it.

Trivek

"And if you did not hear it before, I am Trivek of the Izzet League of Ravnica, and Guildmage of aforementioned. And I suppose a dimensional traveler as well since a few weeks ago. Though I can't think of a good title for that..." The idle chatter helped distract from her ruffling through his hair like she was looking for something in it. He couldn't be going grey already could he? Then again, considering the prevalence of white hair among the Guild, it was a possibility. Trivek didn't comment on her actions, instead focusing on her words. "So you're some kind of shapeshifter? Not unknown where I'm from."

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Oren

"That doesn't matter! You rode me, so you should return the favor! It's not just politeness; it's common decency! You're a cheat." She huffed and turned around before, well, dropping to the ground and rolling about a bit in the grass.

A shrill whistle slipped out off her lips and the vegetation broke apart and clung to her form. It was oddly soft for grass and left very little to the imagination but it was 'clothed'. Under some definition. Then she sprinted towards coat guy and leaped up onto his shoulders, pressing her thighs up against his neck. "But I guess you'll do. Onwards!"
Trivek

The planeswalker sighed, grabbing onto the girl's shins to keep her steady. She wasn't too heavy, but it still strained Trivek a little as he walked forwards, deeper into the Nexus proper. "Usually I get the name of a woman before she's got her thighs around my head miss...?" he asked, wobbling a little as he got used to her on his shoulders.

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Oren

She could have simply accepted the offer but someone said no to her, so she had to make things more of an issue. That was just proper conduct! "Alright, but he has to apologize first!" She pointed at the boy she had been carrying on her back before.

"He went back on a deal! An implicit deal! Like a thief!"
Trivek

He reconsidered his earlier thoughts. This wasn't like dealing with a child, this was dealing with a teenager and something a lot like a child. "What deal?" Trivek asked. "And put on the coat for heaven's sake, would you!"

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Oren

With a bit of laughter the Fae dodged the clothing while indiscreetly giving them a full view of (her admittedly small) chest. She lifted a single finger and waved it back and forth as if she was chastising them. "Nope! You owe me something! I let you ride me for long enough, so you have to return the favor first before I do anything for you."
Trivek

This was like dealing with a small child honestly. "Fine. Fine." He said, sighing at the innuendo and pulling his cloak back. "I'll let you ride me if it means you'll put some clothes on."

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Oren

"Ehhhh? I was just as naked when I was a dragon. What's wrong with you two? Besides, I couldn't stretch right if I was wearing clothes." She demonstrated this as she lifted a lithe leg up so that it pointed right at the air as she kept her back straight.

Trivek


Trivek swallowed a little at the sight, unable to look away as she demonstrated the remarkable flexibility of the female form. He had a sudden urge to tug out his notebook and start drawing her. For reference material for his studies. Yes, studies.

"Maybe that's true," the mage replied, "But if you're in human form, you should at least keep yourself decent so some little old lady doesn't have a heart attack."

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Trivek

The planeswalker blinked. This was most certainly not what he'd expected to see today. Tugging off his guildmarked cloak he proffered it to the Dragon-Woman, his other hand covering the eyes of the boy. "Erm, indeed. Now, could you please cover up, Miss Dragon?"

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Trivek

Being handled by a dragon was quite a new experience, and one Trivek felt more than a little uncomfortable with. Despite the relatively soft touch of the dragon, he could still feel the power in the limbs and the claws that could easily impale him if not for his guild robes. Still, he felt a sense of wonder as he held on as tight as he could to the massive creature as it jumped from the building - wonder that turned to panic as the creature shook him off like he would a fly, then seemingly dissolved. At least the drop to the ground wasn't so bad - he'd had time to grab the boy by the arm, channeling some of his limited mana reserves to slow their fall to a calm descent.

"I suppose I should introduce myself, before I forget." Trivek said, as his feet gently touched down. "I am Trivek, guildmage of the Izzet League of Ravnica."

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Urho

He was 'swimming' through the ground? What a peculiar dragon indeed! As they travelled further and further from the forest, the boy also noticed first signs of the civilization. Some sort of a castle? Someone standing on the roof of that structure? Oren leaped on the building.

"Whoa, Oren, be careful!" The boy yelled out as the ground dragon cracked the side of the building they landed on. That portion of the building could not survive if Oren moved in any sudden and forceful fashion. Petting her like a dog was out of question right now.

"Hello, everything's alright?" The boy waved to the old timer. After all, anyone could be startled if a giant wingless dragon crashed on a top of a castle.
Trivek

The planeswalker had watched the dragon curiously, noting his or her movements with one eye as the other sketched the creature in his notebook, along with the boy on the majestic creature's back. It was quite fascinating, especially how it managed to cling to the side of the building without the entire structure collapsing. Maybe it had hollow bones, or the tower he'd decided to sit and watch from was sturdier than Trivek had first expected.

Trivek waved back to the boy, closing his notebook and brushing some of the dust kicked up by the clambering off his guild robes. "Of course! Hello to you as well young man, and... Master Dragon?" Trivek did a quick bow to both, not knowing just how intelligent the creature was. If it was anything like the great Dracogenius Niv-Mizzet, it would be wise not to insult it in any matter that could not be easily explained as unfamilarity. "Are the pair of you headed into town, by any chance? I could use a ride, and the carriage-taxis seem rather far away at the moment."

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Trivek

The Nexus was a fascinating place. Large swathes of wilderness, unmapped frontiers, yet so familiar to home what with its neverending cityscape. Trivek closed the notebook after scribbling in a few notes about the variety of architectureal marvels he'd seen. The new pen, this 'ball point' he'd purchased after losing his quill and ink in a particularly embarrassing incident after he'd arrived in a closet (Terrible places by the way closets, even Niv-Mizzets had been a horror show) about oh, half a week ago. At least he'd learned what a cavity search was, thanks to the police force. Nice chaps, them. The Planeswalker snapped his fingers, a small spark of electricity arcing between them. Even more fascinating about being here was the lack of real connection to Ravnica he'd felt even when stranded on the island. He could still feel the rumblings of the mana he'd tapped into there, but couldn't manage to reach it. Curious that.

Humming to himself, Trivek clambered up onto the roof of a building near the forest, waiting for whatever the rumbling in the distance and what had caused the trees to fall to approach.

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Name: Trivek, “Triv” for short

Race: Human Wizard

Age: 23

Height:
6’2”

Weight: 186lb

Appearance:

Physical Attributes

Strength: Human

Agility: Human

Constitution: Human

-Magical Ability: High (Theoretical Divine)

Theoretically, his abilities could reach divine levels over time, or with access to a large enough source of mana.

As a planeswalker and as a wizard of the Izzet League, Trivek possesses a wide array of tricks and spells, though most notably he has an affinity for the creation of weirds (two opposing elementals bound together in a plasmodermic bubble which creates a new magically created entity) and elemental summoning and control. When tapping into his external sources of mana however, he can overload various otherwise simple Izzet League spells - like a simple bolt of electricity, a blast of ice or fire, or countering other spells - into more powerful forms, along with (if he knew how to do so) casting even more complex and powerful spells such as altering the flow of time, summoning massive elemental servants, and other such feats.

Trivek's magic works by harnessing the mana of the land around him, with certain spells requiring certain types of mana, and mana is roughly divided into six categories, Red, Blue, Green, Black, White, and colorless. Trivek, along with most other Izzet League mages, specialize in Red and Blue magic. Red magic is focused on destruction, creativity, freedom, and chaos. Red magic is also associated primarily with fire, an engine of destruction and creation as well as earth. Blue magic is focused on the mind, perception, perfection, logic, and illusion. Blue magic is often associated with air and water, both substances that are rather ephemeral.

With the Nexus cutting Trivek off from what would otherwise be his primary source of mana, his home plane of Ravnica, Trivek currently does not possess the capacity to cast his most impactful spells. While he has his own backup sources of Mana, in the meantime he is restricted to casting lightning bolts, minor illusions, summoning low level elementals, small fireballs, and his ability to counter hostile spells consistently or effectively. With access to a large enough source of mana he can tap, such as a massive spiritual entity, or the focal point of several massive leylines, his ability to spellcast drastically increases. In addition, over time as he develops more connections to the land itself his ability to spellcast will increase accordingly. This process will take years at least however.


Other Abilities:
Trivek is a planeswalker, capable of transporting himself across various ‘planes’ of reality at will, although this is his first conscious trip since he acquired the ability. This also allows him to harness the magical power of the various places he’s been, although currently that connection is somewhat restricted in the Nexus, along with his ability to get out - at least for the time being.

Equipment: Other than a few gelectrode capacitor batteries, and his guild clothing, Trivek is pretty much stuck with his wits and a few Izzet gadgets used for measuring various magical phenomena. These gelectrode capacitors and his guild robes suck up electricity in contact with him, a rather useful thing to have on you when you’re around a lot of loony wizards with no sense of right or wrong. The alchemically reinforced guild robes are also fire retardant, water resistant, and extremely hard to rip or tear due to the mizzium fibers woven into it.

Origin: One of Ravnica’s many street children, Trivek ended up in the protection of the Izzet League at a young age. With this, he embarked on the path usually followed by young Izzet members, learning as an apprentice to some of the most brilliant minds and spellcasters in Ravnica, and pursuing his own magical talents. Inducted as a full fledged member of the guild upon reaching adulthood, Triv dove into his research with gusto, until an unintentional mishap with an attempt to fuse a new Weird from a theoretical element he’d theorized existed awakened his Planeswalker Spark. Jumping to Dominaria, he spent a confused few days there on a deserted volcanic island before stumbling back into his proper reality. Documenting his experience in his research notes, Triv true to Izzet fashion, attempted to travel once again - and this time ended up in the Nexus.

Weakness: He’s not particularly better off physically than the average human. He’s easily distracted with a new theory or idea that he has, or the prospect of really anything particularly new or inventive

Likes: Experimentation, libraries, his elementals,

Dislikes: Wanton destruction from experiments gone awry, interference in his own experiments, closets

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Name: Arbeter. Goes also by Al.

Race: Promethean, of the Tammuz Lineage.

Age: Apparent: Late 20's to mid thirties. Actual: Less than a year.

Height: 7 foot 3 inches

Weight: 290 lbs

Appearance: He weathered face streaked with the wrinkles and creases of a far older man.Al has dirt brown hair and eyes, and skin tanned heavily by long hours of work in the sun. Under this guise though, is his true body. His body is made of clay, baked in sun and his joints made from chains. Embossed across his chest are the words that make his clay heart beat, words of gods and men long dead and long lost. Where his eyes would be, there is only fire, divine fire that animates him and carries him onward.

Physical Attributes

Strength: Human. Despite being an unnatural creation, he does not possess supernatural strength, though he is roughly as strong as the average human male of his weight and build.

Agility: Human. While he can press these limits, for now there is no way for him to surpass them.

Constitution: Being made of clay, and literally made to work, Arbeter can keep walking and moving long past the point where someone of true flesh and blood would drop dead from exhaustion. He does not need to sleep, the extremes of weather cause him no discomfort or harm, and he can eat pretty much anything he can fit in his mouth, inorganic or not. Arbeter's body is very durable - he will remain 'alive' even if he loses limbs, and his clay flesh can take a beating even before that. He can still come back from 'death' such as it is for one like him, as long as most of his clay heart is still intact. As such, his constitution is tentatively rated as Incredible.

Other Abilities: Arbeter is currently, in his own way, refining himself to figure out what exactly he is as one of the Created, along with what creatures like him really are. This action has caused some alchemical reactions within his own makeup. He is unconsciously stoking the furnace of the divine fire giving him life, and as such when he harnesses that fire, he becomes stronger in many ways. His fire can modify his clay form to be faster, tougher, stronger, and quicker to react and think than even another of his kind harnessing it would be able to. It even can temporarily provide him physical abilities and changes at least temporarily that he otherwise could not access, and his stoking of the divine fire can fill him to the brim through willpower alone. Instinctively, he is also able to take a bit of the edge off of the unnatural revulsion he causes in others, though this is temporary at best, and once it sets in there's no stopping it.

Origin: Once, there was an old man out in the country. All his children had left him, and without them, his farm was falling into ruin. The men in suits came, and told him if he did not have a good enough harvest his farm would no longer be his anymore. He could not accept this, and as such he dug out the old book of tales his grandfather had left him when he was a boy, tales of a man who had carved another of clay and had him come to life. He could make it through this harvest he thought, if he had but a younger man to help him. It was desperation, and hope and need that caused the old farmer to take the chains out of the barn. It caused him to sculpt a heart of clay, and bake it in fire under the full moon. It was need, that caused him to carve a face out of the same clay, along with a body and hands and limbs, and bake the chains into them. Hope is the most dangerous of all emotions, and desperation the most dangerous of motivations. He buried his false man deep in the black soil where his crops would need to be planted, and prayed and recited the rituals and lines from the old book, and dared take the role of god himself in making a new man. Divine fire animated the construct, which dug its way out of the ground, mute, confused, lacking any purpose but to work, but now also alive.

The old man gave the new man of clay a name from the old language he barely remembered, Arbeter, worker, and together they made the land grow green again. But all was not well. The old man was sick, very sick. His act of creation had taken something from him, and as time passed and the crops grew, death came closer. Arbeter watched him pass, the last words of his creator a simple instruction. "Work, until you find your own words. Mine aren't good enough anymore." And so Arbeter worked, until the men took away the old mans work. He left that farm behind, and traveled, looking for the words that would be his own. Maybe in this strange place, he will find his own words, and earn his own flesh and blood.

Weakness: Arbeter is an existence that should not be. The earth around him rejects his very presence, and he instinctively causes revulsion when he is around people too long, though he can suppress this feeling at least temporarily. Fire is also anathema to him, contact with mundane flame causing his clay flesh to lose consistency and the spark of life within it. Fire, despite it baking and hardening his flesh before it was given life, is what can and will kill him no matter what.

Likes: Honest work, interacting with people, reading books

Dislikes: Being taken for granted, his presence causing others unease, lack of knowledge about what his path is, people with false words

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No bullshitting. I'm coming back for real. I've got the spare time actually this semester, and I'm doing well enough to make sure I can put at least half an hour a day to writing posts if not more.

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I don't suppose it's too late for me to jump back in once school starts up?

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