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Zweilos had heard of this plant. He found a use for it in some of his more experimental potions. He knew all too well of its ghastly effects, but he swore there was good that could come from it. He must've seemed very lost in thought, he loosened his expression a bit. "I am familiar with it...

Zweilos lead down the path and laughed nervously at the girl's comment. "Well, you see..." He began. "As much as they would be right to fear Noctra and her cohort, they seldom leave this forest." He gestured to the surrounding trees, "The people of that village over there knew only that the...

Zweilos paced around for many minutes thinking of how best to help this girl, an idea summoned itself and he lit up. "Aha! Atrope, I think I have it. In my old hut, there is a tome of unconventional magic classes and what you should know of them. If I recall correctly, poison is among those...

Zweilos was too curious to shut his eyes, too afraid to look her in the eyes, and too anxious to look anywhere else but the hand that was touching this bearer of poison magic. He wasn’t dead! When he realized he wasn’t dead he shook her hand more confidently and couldn’t stop himself from...

Zweilos grinned, he was probably just as afraid as Atrope that this wouldn't work. He never really tested it because he never had anyone to test it with. He tried to make a joke of the fear that was clouding his thoughts. "It will work, trust me. And in case it doesn't... Well, you had some...

Zweilos' eyes lit up. "Then there is still time to hone your magic for good (or at least not evil)." He reached into his cloak and produced a vial of a clear green liquid. He popped the cork off and began to apply it to his hands. "When Noctra last saw me she made the mistake of touching a pine...

Zweilos breathed a sigh of relief. "Well then what are you going to do now? You've come all this way just to be told the only other person around who could help you is a psychopath." He clicked his tongue as he thought. "How much have you practiced controlling your magic?" He asked after...

"A sadist too, but a masochist forthright. Using her magic seemed to cause her some kind of pain." He explained, "Not just moral pain (I personally don't think it caused her any) but she would get lesions across her flesh. She would demonstrate this terrible magic even though it clearly caused...

"Rot and disease are incessantly more common, there is only one mageblood I know whose blood-gift was poison but sheeeeeeee-" By the time Zweilos realized he said too much it was too late. He chose his next words very carefully, "eeeeee is not on very good terms with me." He finally admitted...

Zweilos' eyebrows raised in surprise with her question. Blood magic, regrettably, was a form he was incapable of learning. It was one of the only schools of magic that could not be learned. One had to be born with it. Try as he might, however, he did learn a lot about it, at least enough to...

Zweilos grew increasingly disappointed in the outcome of this attempted conversation. He resigned any notions of making a new friend or finding a new apprentice. His voice shifted to match his disappointment. "Well, that is a relief I suppose." He downed his flask and then hers, he wiped his...

Zweilos chuckled and shrugged, "See it as you wish, Atrope, but it may surprise you what we become after a civil conversation. I am not a betting man, but I'd wager conversations such as these are as rare to you as they are to me." He took a long draw from the flask and admired the taste. "A...

"So the girl wants answers. Zweilos, you live another day yet." He thought. He didn't dare show it but he was very relieved to have the blade away from his throat. He turned around and looked at her, she didn't strike him as a dabbler of magic, but he would do very little to make this loose...

Upon further assessment of the voice, Zweilos was safe to assume it was a girl's voice. The prospect of this being a young witch in need of guidance became more and more likely, in which case he was safe to have a bit of fun. "Well then, m'lady," he took a not very secret pleasure in mocking the...

Zweilos was indeed taken by surprise at the feeling of cold steel being pressed against his flesh, especially when that cold steel was put there with no invitation. Zweilos, however, had been around long enough to know the very important difference between surprise and fear. He didn't bother...

A boy wearing a long sleeve sweater bumped by Sayuri and shook himself. "Oh whoops, Sorry." He sputtered as he glanced at her. His eyes widened a bit as he looked at her and he blushed. "U-u-um... My name is uh... Roy..." He said, trying his hardest to make a good impression. "You are new here...

(this is a story I am doing with my girlfriend.) "Welcome, welcome all students who were lucky enough to be selected to attend the ICE boarding high school. Where students are encouraged to explore not just their academic ability, but their inherent and innate abilities as well. Ixeodel's...

Roy nodded with the same mix of emotions and the two of them made their way back to buddy and the dwarf. Buddy looked like he was already tired of this dwarf's lack of manners as he belched loudly into buddy's ear. "Are we ready to go yet?" Buddy asked , standing up quickly, Roy nodded " his...

Roy turned to Alistair and squinted, thinking how to word it, " he told me that you are never to go to a dwarf settlement of any kind... At all." Roy finally said, " he seemed very serious about it..."

Alistair went and told his father those things. His father thought for a second. "who is this blacksmith... Have I heard of him?" Roy burst through the door, "of course you have, its um..." He said desperately searching the room, "Mark W.Statche" He said pointing to a book with the same...