Fantasy Blackmore: Book of Shadows (CLOSED)

[Arch Mage]

Magic, fantastic creatures, gods mating with mortals, demons, and of course faerie tales. All have lived in humans minds as nothing more than stories to be told. But all a very real and they live in present day among the human world and some even keep to their own world one beyond what is known as the human realm, some call this the land of dreams, when in truth it's simply known as divine realm. The divine have decreed they will not interfere in the world of man any further as much has been lost due to their intervention, such as Atlantis and Camelot.


However they do provide guidance to those they deem worthy. There are those that have divine blood flowing through them that walk among the normal humans, each unique in their own way and have helped preserve the fragile balance of the two worlds.


However in 2012 some relics from the divine realm have been stolen and passed into hands of those who would abuse them, items such as "the book of shadows" and "the hand of Midas". This has caused activity in various non-human beings living in the human world and it is centering in one specific city: Blackmore a large city in the United States.


The divine have sent one to launch an inquisition on who stole the relics and to help in the preservation of the balance of both worlds.


He's a rare find, half divine and half human, the blood that flows through his veins is that of a dragon, this sorcerer is one of the few that possess what the normal human calls magic. Are there others with these powers? It's possible.


Magic as mentioned exists but those who bear the gift are far and few between, and the sorcerers are all but extinct save the one and his daughter that have been sent to Blackmore.


His name? Deian Emrys


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The City of Blackmore, like any large city in the United States or the world for that matter, it has it's good and bad sides. However, this particular city houses a side that most believe only exists in either dreams or mythology. The city's history is a old one, it was founded by the British during the height of their colonial power in what would become the United States and had remained loyal to the British Crown during the Revolution and during the War of 1812 going as far as to offereto secede from the United States. Things settled down and it became a hub for some of the cotton and other trades. That is until 1861 when it joined with the other Southern states in the Confederacy. The American Civil War ruined the economy and many left, this brought an influx of those from the divine realm. While demons, ghosts, faeries, and other beings had been there since the city was founded, this brought much more. By the time of the two World Wars and after the city recovered and during the 1960's, 70's, and 80's saw a HUGE boom in the economics, mostly due to the divine intervention.


The year 2012 brought a new brand of chaos to the city. Some divine relics had gone missing, relics which could threaten to undo the balance of the two worlds. Seeing there was no other option, the divine held court with the human court and decided and inquisition would need to be launched.


It fell to the sorcerer Deian Emrys who was taking care of his daughter and teaching her the arcane arts. The courts allowed him to take his daughter to Blackmore and even gave him permission to set up an occult shop as a cover.


There are others who use magic, but they are few now, most have been either retired or as the faerie tales would have you believe, lived happily every after. Though there are some who are given the gift and it's sure Blackmore houses more half divine people.


As with every big city there are parts one doesn't go down unless they must, such as the famed "Sin District", unknown to humans this is where most of the vampires have nightclubs and strip clubs. This districts is also known for it's prostitution as well. The occasional drug deal goes on with mixed results.


The market district, the wharf, and old town are the most popular places, some are haunted, but most live well with their residents. This is where the majority of the non-humans are found be it working, sight seeing or even shopping.


There are familiar names to humans, ones they've seen or heard of in myths or faerie tales or even from their dreams. But it's nothing like what they think they know...


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The Huntsman Pub:


Deian poured over an old book sitting under one of the many colored glass pub windows, this was his usual spot in the place and the book he was so engrossed in was written by one Raphael Van Helsing, was a great resource in understanding demons. Between heavy sips of iced tea and checking his smartphone, he managed to find several passages that were interesting and quickly used his powers, checking to ensure no one was looking, to scribe the passages he needed. The demon he sought looked harmless but that was a defense to lure prey.


The human world was very interesting to him, he'd only been here since 2003 and was still not fully aware of slang terms or meanings. Originally he'd been brought here to train, but with the relics gone missing and certain beings becoming more dangerous he had a new task ahead of him, one that seems daunting.


Being sorcerer wasn't easy either, his powers were inherited not learned-- something that was always a point of trouble back at the Arcane Academy, though unlike most of his other students, he was the archmage's personal apprentice. Deian's mother was a goddess of magic, his father was a human. The dragon's blood that he had flowing in his veins was attained by passing a series of tests, he went in with three other students, only he and one other returned.


Deian was then sent to other parts of the divine world to hone his powers and along the way he married the daughter of Vlad Dracula Tepes, also known as Count Dracula. The mother was not a vampire herself, but was well versed in the arcane arts. This union produced his daughter, however the girl's mother died in 2009.


He's had several flings since then one of which being Elsa, the Ice Queen and another being an elven woman named Mira to name a few.


His duty now was to find the "Book of Shadows" something that had gone missing from his own order and that his master said he needed to recover, it was believed this was part of the inquisition that was to be launched, however he was told he couldn't do this alone.


Little of that mattered right now as he needed to deal with this demon, he knew full well someone, and old enemy, would also be after this demon. The results if that happened would have terrible consequences....

 

[Narwhalia]

Mouth of the Forest

The branches creaked as the wind blew through the tree's. Beams of sunlight shown through the ceiling of leaves down to the forest floor where a beaten path made it's way from deep withing the wood to the mouth of the forest where Saba stood, eye's closed and head tilted towards the heavens as she took in the familiar scent of oak and soil. She smiles, opening her bright eyes. In one fluid motion, she drops the dress she was wearing, showing her naked body to the forest. The sound of creaking wood grows from inside of her as she lets out a loud cry that sounded more like an animal then human. Her hands balled up and started to fuse together, forming a small hoof. Her knees buckled and snapped backwards making a sound similar to snapping twigs. Her large eyes turn a dark brown and her ears began to elongate, growing fur that seemed to trail down her body. Falling to all fours, her face begins to elongate and she moans and her teeth reshape themselves. She let out one last grunt as a fluffy little tail grew from the bottom of her spine. Shaking herself off, she stood fully changed. A doe at the mouth of the forest. Rearing back on her hind legs, she lept forwards, prancing gracefully through the forest. She ignored the trail and followed her own memorized route.


She brushed past bushes, smiling inside as she felt the wind through her fur. Making her way to a small brook, she stopped at the edge, licking up some of the clear water and nibbling on the small patches of long grass. She lifted her head quickly, hearing the crackling of leaves under foot. She lowered her ears and then continued to raise them, as she realized it was but a herd of actual deer. She nodded toward the buck of the heard, and continued to drink as they passed by, knowing she is not like them, but not human as well. She made her way to a small cave just by the brook, and lays down on the cool stone. She closes her eyes again breathing in the scent of the forest.She opened one eye as she heard another sound of footsteps, this time not belonging to an animal.
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[Status Undead]

The city seems like a wondrous place. Feebee is always telling Eska about ancient battles he's had around town as she visits various places. Eska always gets stares as she walks around. She often smiles, laughs, or frowns depending on the things she and Feebee are talking about. Luckily she can communicate silently so she doesn't ever talk to herself. Eska notices a new occult shop on her way to wherever she decides to go. People and things associated with the occult world always amused Eska. Having Feebee wit her, she is very knowledgeable about demons, and often finds it funny what people think hey look like, or what they do. Particularly funny are the rituals people believe demons participate in. Eska took note of the new shop's location for inspection after her lunch, laughing to Feebee as she walked off.

 

[Arch Mage]

The smartphone snapped Deian out of his thoughts and reading. He had the location, his contact had located the demon. The sorcerer stood up and stretched then calmly laid $10 on the table before walking outside. He'd not gotten far when he felt someone grab him, he whipped around only to see nothing, ignoring it he continued down the main street in the direction of Old Town. Again he felt someone grab him only again to see no one. His mind raced furiously what in the hell could be...? Then it came to him.


When he was grabbed again, the sorcerer grabbed at what he thought would be the person or thing that was pursuing him's throat, and slammed his assailant up against a wall. He hated using his powers in public, but at this point he wasn't being given a choice, his hand began to glow and an outline of a man appeared, with his other hand Deian pulled a small blade out one that had a dragon hilt and Pictish runes all over it, and placed the razor sharp blade at the man's throat.


"Griffin...you should know there are better ways to get my attention...safer ways." he said.


The famed "Invisible Man" laughed, though he could sense the sorcerer was glaring at him from behind the sunglasses. Griffin looked him up and down, the sorcerer stood at 5'9" and didn't weigh more than 175 pounds, aside from the sunglasses he could see dirty blonde hair, though it was cut short, a buzz cut, he knew full well Deian didn't need glasses but wore them to create the illusion of a normal human, mostly due to when he used his powers his eyes changed colors or would glow, a far cry from his normal blue eyes. Griffin noted that Deian was wearing jeans, sandals, a black t-shirt with a logo he couldn't fully see due to Deian's hooded zip up sweat shirt.


"Now is this anyway to greet an old friend? Especially one that has some intel for you?" laughed Griffin


Deian gave him a chance to spill it, and as he found out, someone from his past had now taken up residency. An old foe, one that is every bit as dangerous as those that have and use magic can be. They'd clashed for years in both the divine world and in this one...both of them in turn claimed victories. Suddenly this demon hunt was the least of his concerns.


Deian thanked Griffin and continued on his way to Old Town, given this new information, there was someone he needed to speak to, and he was sure she'd not be happy to see him...

 

[Narwhalia]

Deidre walked through the door that joined the Tattoo shop and her Antique store. She took in the scent of worn wood, listening to the slight whispers emanating from the furniture as she ran across them. She walked over to her favorite old book she had retrieved from a house that was being torn down to make space fort a new shopping center. It was hand writin and told the story about a young woman who found a book, similar to the one she read, and later was thrown into a great adventure that later caused her death. Deidre smiled, wondering who the author had been and what had inspired them to write such a tale. The bell at the door rang as someone walked into the shop. She looked up, smiling up at the costumer. "Welcome to Phantasmal Furniture, take a look around," She smiled, returning to her book.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Warf


The wind blew by the ward. It was a wonderful breeze. A girls head popped out of the water as she watched the sailors work all burly men hers for the taking. Lucky for them she had just fed her unscaciable appetite for human Males.Her hunger you could say was almost worse then aVampire. Ships upon ships of men went down by her hand. Some bodies washed ashore others never did as she used there bones to make a rock formation for her to sit on.


She did like to watch the humans work they fascinated her to no ends. Her white blonde hair floated in the water, as she watched. Today how ever she needed to go to town and grab some supplies. With one final look she dove under and swam for the beach. A sailor thought he saw a girl in the water and told the men to look, but she was gone. Lexi pulled herself out of the water and her tail changed into legs. She grabbed her beach like clothes and put them on. She walked along the beach smiling. She wasn't using glamour today. Her regular human form showed as she walked down the street. She was smiling as she walked into the shopping district. She wasn't quite sure what she needed today. So she just wander about till she found what she was looking for. Men would stop and stare as she passed and her lips curled into a bit of a bigger smile.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[LazyBasil]

"Saba..." ground out the deep, rarely used voice of Dagerrel Woaken, croaking with the effort, "I have not seen you since the coming of winter..."


His halfway form stood at the entrance to the cave, his tall height causing his bark and leaves to crackle as he bent down to see within the dark expanse. His eyes were wide, their solid oaken mass peering into the dark, the lumps that resembled his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. While he was almost absolutely sure the doe he spied enter the cave was in fact the shapeshifter, he was never fully positive about much of anything. He hoped he had not disturbed the slumber of a mere animal, as he always felt guilty when they turned their fright stricken eyes upon him.


Dagerrel was not a natural creature, and while he has lived in the forest since it was born, he rarely made himself known, silencing decades upon centuries in tree form as he contemplated the world and his existence, as he was known to do. When he did changes firms, however, many of the animals did not know what to do, they only saw him a hulking beast that looked far too much like the predators of the area.

 

[Narwhalia]

Saba looks up, seeing the tree-man. She bows her head in acknowledgment. She stands, knowing him, and changes to her human form. Knowing he has no preference for human bodies, she makes no attempt to cover herself. "Dagerrel, it has been a time. your leaves look well and your bark un-scorched. I assume it was a good winter for you?" She asks, honestly wondering how the tree fares.


The wind blew lightly, swiping her long red hair in her face. The sun seemed to almost reflect off of her pale white skin.
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[LazyBasil]

Dagerrel grunted and slowly straightened himself as Saba confirmed her presence and shifted to a more sociable state, but he paused when she asked about the winter, thinking in his usual unhurried, plodding manner.


"This winter... was rather harsh on the rodentfolk," he stated, his voice meticulously manner of fact despite the occasional creak and crack, "I hope that is the... only effect."


His expression was still largely troubled though, despite the seeming insignificance of his statement. And it was not merely because of the mice and rats beneath the ground. Ever since he had woken up for the year he had felt... something nudging at his consciousness. He knew it was not close enough to be within his domain, but still, he worried. He had no clue as the benevolence or malevolence of that niggling tickle, but change and difference always made him nervous.

 

[Narwhalia]

Feeling the slight change in mood, she smiled up at the old oak. "I'm sure that they'll make a full recovery, it is spring now." She tilts her head curiously at him. "Have you felt the dread and danger that threatens to prey on our town? I feel as though it is the calm before a thunder storm." Saba looked up at the clear sky.

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[LazyBasil]

Dagerrel stopped, appearing to make no response as he read into the implications of what Saba told him and his mind process consumed him.


She felt it too, and not only that, she was aware of its origin and it's intent. This made Dagerrel twist his features into a frown. Why would she know so much? Could it have anything to do with proximity? Even so, that was quite a lot of information. If it was indeed in the city, he knew something had to be done, judging by the apparent power of this force. Even if it had yet to harm another being, the place of civilization was far too close to his home for his liking. He knew he was the last line of defense in his land, and that he, as Guardian, had to take initiative, no matter the problem. If it threatened his forest, it threatened him.


No matter how much he found industry and the general hubbub of human activity displeasing, and the how he disliked feeling the smog stick to his skin for months after a visit, and how the roads were paved and the sidewalks cemented and the buildings were floored prevented direct access to the earth - he knew he had to go.


Without a word, he crumpled, his form sliding to that of his human shape with little ease. His bark crackled, his leaves shimmered, his frown deepened. His outer layer appeared to fold, giving way to the slightly modified illusion of human. His curly hair flopped around slightly pointed ears, his form grew but a few inches shorter, and his skin blended into a nice smooth darker beige.


With a grunt, Dagerrel smoothed down his jacket with new, shorter fingers, then announced, his voice low with the amount of displeasure he felt with this form, "I must go into the city," then promptly, without even waiting for Saba's response, started off in the general direction of the metropolis.

 

[TurtleGod]

Leo? My name is Leo? What happened? Where am I? Huh?


Leo was wandering the streets when he found a fairy who told him his name was Leo. She said "Good luck, my child." before she disappeared.


Leo scratched his head. What happened to him? He feels like there's something in his head, but it's... Fuzzy. Whatever happened, he bet it had something to do with alcohol. Someone told him it was bad. Why'd he take it? Or was it something else...?


Leo walked inside the pub.

 

[Arch Mage]

Ice Palace Night Club, Old Town Blackmore:


Deian hated going into night clubs, but this one was more personal...he knew the owner all too well. The place lived up to it's name it all looked like it had been made out of ice, it wasn't literally but the effect was there. He removed his sunglasses and replaced them with a pair of normal glasses, they weren't real, but once again Deian felt the illusion was needed, the less people noticed him the better. The college and night crowd was just piling in and it looked like it was going to be one heck of a night...especially when the demons and other entities rolled in.


He slipped by the main crowd and passed a man that had a sense of demonic blood, but had been watching him ever since he walked in, he paid him no mind, making a mental note of his strange grey colored skin and clearly insane way of speaking. Another time he'd make the inquires.


Deian took as seat at the bar and ordered a vodka and cranberry with a twist of lime. The bartender, a cute girl who seemed to favor red clothing and wore a wolf medallion to match the tattoo she had on her left arm.


"Red, I need to see the boss...now, this isn't up for debate, just let her know I am coming up."


The girl didn't argue with him, she could sense he wasn't in any mood to be messed with and she buzzed the intercom letting her boss know the sorcerer was coming.


Deian pushed through the private VIP room, ignoring the sexual acts that were going on, he walked up a flight of stairs and to the office. It looked like a giant ice sculpture lit with various colors, a couch on one side of the room a large desk in the middle, complete with mini bar, a large window that over looked the dance floor, a one way window. The crystal looking chair spun to face him, and looking back at him was the famed Ice or Snow Queen herself, Elsa.


"I was wondering when I'd see you again sorcerer, it seems ages since we'd our last icy romp. But where are my manners can I offer you a drink, with ice perhaps?"


"You really need to let it go, Elsa. I know the cold has never bothered you, but as I recall you're the one that left. I'll have the usual, with plenty of ice."


Elsa gave him a icy glare, however handed him a drink.


"I trust you didn't come here for what is called these days...booty call...I believe. So tell me what is you're after?"


Elsa was a lovely blond woman with blue eyes, she stood about 5'3" and had a thin frame. As her nickname or title suggested she was cold mannered. Right now her hair was done up in a bun and she wore a light blue and silver outfit.





Their relationship had ended on a sour note, Elsa could not commit to a relationship and Deian would not teach her the arcane arts, she was too dangerous.


"I've heard that a mutual enemy of ours has come to town, I need to know what you've heard, no bull crap."


Elsa stared the sorcerer down, he wasn't messing around nor did he look in any mood to jerked around. He charm wasn't going to work on him nor was she going to get what she wanted out of him.

 

[TurtleGod]

(LOL, Booty call? Let it go? Elsa? The frozen references are flying.)


Leo's eyes widened when he saw the pub. It was busy, and really full. He went to the bar, and asked for some milk. The bartender just stared at him and said "Get outta here, Kid, we only serve milk with alcohol."


Leo guessed he could have a bit of alcohol. Seems like he had it already, and he has no new memories. So he ordered it anyways. He drank it down thirstily, barely sensing the alcohol in there. Seems like he didn't add much. Well, that was okay with Leo either ways. He sat down at a table, and put his legs up on the table. Might as well relax while he's here.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

(Wow I just died reading it lmao such a win si glad you like that movie. )


Lexi had finished shopping. She had gotten a blue dress and decided to go to to old town and go look for a young meal. The Ice Palace night club seemed to be going. Lexi smiles and walked up to the club. Her face looked young, but the bouncer let her in any way.Lexi thanked him and walked in. She smiled as the music was going. The lights hit her skin like a light up sign saying notice me. She ordered a drink and gave the girl a smile. Even woman couldn't resist her charm she how ever didn't swing that way.She drank her drink and went to the floor to dance. She got a young male to dance with her. Her face lit up, she whispered in his ear. Lexis trance was working on him. She smiled as he followed her like a puppy. A few other guys did as well. Her lips were almost in a wicked smile


Lexi would get as many before the club closed and she lead them back to her death. Lexi was prettier then vamps, more alluring and had a heart beat. Her skin was Ice cold like the ocean, but she had blush on her cheeks. Her more life like look, made her deadlier then a vamp. The vamps there new what she was, but didn't stop her.She gave them a small smirk.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[Status Undead]

There is a demon coming to our town.


Really Feebee? Should we go say hi?


No Eska, it's not a good demon.


Demon Lord?


No, one of their slaves.


Let them be then I say, we don't have to interfere in every evil demon battle.





Eska was walking around with a frown. She had taken her walking cane out so she can play the blind lady while she rudely bumped and pushed people out of the way, others might think she was crazy, though most apologized for being in her way. Being blind has many advantages, especially when you can still see through other means. Feebee had a bad feeling, though he always wants to stop bad demons. Little do most people know, most demons are actually good, nice and friendly even. Demon lords are the ones that are evil, not their underlings, so Eska feels bad for them, and never really wants to fight. For now, Eska just patrolled the streets in a seemingly random fashion.

 

[Narwhalia]

Saba nods. "I'm afraid I must be going, dear friend. It should be night soon, and I need to be home at a decent hour tonight.Perhaps I shall return in a few days and we may talk about this more?" She quickly changes back to a doe, bowing lowly before the great oak in respect. She quickly ran towards a large boulder at the mouth of the cave and leaped for it. As soon as her hooves touched the mossy stone, she pushed off, leaping out into the forest and towards the beginning of the trail. As she arrived, she slowed down looking behind a tree where she had left her clothes.


As quickly as she can, she changes back into her human form and puts her clothing back on. She walks over to her chained up bicycle and unchains it, leaving the lock and chain there as she always did. She pettles off, her hair blowing in the wind like a long crimson curtain behind her. She smiles as she turns onto the main road, passing bu tree's that let in small windows of light that flash by as she speeds down the road. Finally arriving to town, she stops by the library, parking her bike right outside by an old little wooden plack labeled "Doe" in hand carved letters. She walked through the front doors shyly, walking to the front desk and sitting in front of the computer. She brought in the libraries book search and typed in




Fairy+Tale+Apocalypse




A list of only about 2-3 books came up on the public shelves, but 35 showed up in the private cellar. Saba looked curiously at the list of books, some she had never even seen before. She copied the list and printed it out. Grabbing the paper she walked through the isles of books, finding all the books in a matter of minutes thanks to her vast knowledge and memory associated with her library. Then, walking to the locked door that led to the private cellar, she pulled her key chain necklace up, picking out the key that looked brand new from no more then one or two uses. Sliding it in the lock, she turned it. A feeling of excitement overwhelmed her as she heard the *click* of the door unlocking. She creaked it open, reaching for the switch on the side wall. Her hand trailed gingerly along the wall, searching desperately for the small switch in the lonely darkness. As she flips the light on and looks down the dark and narrow stairway, she feels a strange gust of wind blow from behind her, knoking her down the stairs. As she reaches the last step, she barely makes out a dark figure then nothing but black.
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[Arch Mage]

Elsa told him what she knew, and it was not good news, their common enemy a necromancer named Hovarth, had indeed made his presence known. They had both battled with him in 2012, imprisoning him in what Deian's order called "Spellhold'. On average the imprisoned person would locked in a box, urn, vase, or something similar for 10 years. Someone or something had freed him.


Deian was unable to press for further information as a rumbling rocked the entire club. Elsa remained unconcerned and made it clear she was not going to go out and see what it was. Typical Elsa, never wanting to get involved unless it was to her benefit.


"So that I understand you correctly, you don't want to go out and build a snowman out of this ruckus?"


"Very funny. No I don't, you have what you came for, we nothing further to discuss."


The sorcerer didn't press further, merely rushed out into the street only find one of the many things that could shake a building that badly: an Ogre.


This was one of the larger variety, standing at a full 10 feet tall and bulky frame, ugly as sin too, though this one had a unique trait...it's teeth, jagged as they were and horns were made out of onyx, he only knew two people that unleashed this sort of thing...and she had no stake in this city...the other person, well was now in the city, but where? That question would have to wait as the Ogre caught his scent and sight of him.


The sorcerer barley had time to move an elderly woman out of the way before he took a nasty gash from the Ogre's spiked club, he had to power through the gash in his side, touching it briefly to see how deep---didn't feel a rib---bloody flesh wound. He pressed his hand to his side one more time to check the blood-flow, it wasn't gushing. The second slash came down, catching his left leg and adding a puncture wound.


He hated using his powers in public like this but he wasn't going to let anyone, including himself be killed by this Ogre. He tossed aside his hooded zip up sweat shirt and made a open palmed hand gesture, as he did so the Ogre was hit by a several balls of magical energy that staggered it back and even managed to punch a gaping hole in the Ogre's gut, a second gesture with his hands brought a blinding light followed by an explosion that could be seen throughout the city, this time the injuries to the Ogre were substantial, loss of a leg and the club arm.


It was time to end this before the police arrived, a final gesture with both hands, coupled with his eyes glowing red, brought forth dragon arms that tore the Ogre apart, leaving quite the mess in the middle of the street and on the walls of the surrounding cars, buildings and possibly bystanders.


Wasting little time and hoping that explosion didn't draw too much attention, he picked up his sweatshirt, and what remained of one of the Ogre's horns, and walked off in the direction his shop.


What he failed to note, was the man watching him...the same one from the bar.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Lexi bored of the club and her adoring fans. She felt like a meal tonight. She winked at the men following her and pointed out. She stopped at the door watching a man destroy an ogre.She gave him a small, glare he had openly used magic. Not something they did around here very often. When the ogre was finished she stepped outside. Men were following her.


"now now I can only take two of you."She says she tapped the others on the shoulder and sent them away. With a turn of her heel the two she kept followed her like puppy dogs. She took them to a an alley way and pushed them to wall. There screams became muffled and finally went silent. Lexi walked out smiling.


"Oh how I do feel oh so refreshed by that."She smiles and walks towards the shopping district it was her way home to the sea.


As she was walking she heard a zoom a cackle and then pop.


"Ahhh Elphaba, back in town for a visit. Did you just pop in for a spell?"Lexi asked as a witch landed inches from her.


"Oh my dear Siren you haven't changed, I can see you just had a two course meal."She says beaming.


"And how is OZ is the great and terrible wizard at last dead. And Galinda locked away.where is Horus that cheeky monkey"She asked.Elphaba cackled.


"All in good time my dear Siren, but first I must grab a few things hopefully a shop is open late.and no snacking my little cupcake" she said and held her broom as her and Lexi walked side by side. They walked for Deian's shop. Some where Lexi didn't go Normally but Elphaba had insisted she tag a long.Lexi wanted to go back to the comforts of her water, but never said no to an adventure with her good friend the Wicked witch of the west.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[TurtleGod]

(How am I a man? I can tell it's me because I'm the only other male character here. Or was it the demon guy? I don't know. I'm just going along with it.)


Leo followed a man that just walked out of the bar. He looked interesting enough. He followed him outside, and saw him fight an ogre... But what was he doing? Magic? But magic is fake... Right? He followed him all the way to his shop, and slipped inside as the man opened the door, still being the man's shadow.

 

[Uncle ShortyB]

Markus sighed, reaching into his pockets for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Okay, Sean, for the last time, when I want a fine julienne I want a FINE julienne. Not a julienne, not a batonnet. You're gonna go in there and cut a carrot into a fine julienne, then cut that into a fine brunoise and I'm gonna stay out here on the receiving dock so I don't slam your face into a counter. Got it?" The chef named Sean, a small man who didn't seem to ever stop talking until he was actively chewing something, murmured out a protest but otherwise turned around and walked back in to the kitchen. Satisfied with himself, Markus popped a cigarette into his mouth and lit it. He'd been trying to quite for a couple years now but stress tended to get in the way of his attempts. A loud explosion a few streets over knocked him out of his reverie, making him jump slightly and swear loudly at nothing. "There goes service tonight. By Odin's beard I hate when this shit happens." Markus swore and dropped his half-smoked cigarette to the ground, grinding it into oblivion with his heel. He stuck his head in the door and yelled for his sous chef. "Ey! Alec! We're shuttin' down for the night. No service. Put the already cut stuff up and we'll make soup tomorrow. I'll be at the bar or where ever if you need me." Markus swore under his breath again and made his way towards the street from the loading dock.


A few drinks at a bar later, Markus stumbled out into the street singing a tune under his breath that sounded suspiciously like the word "gold" over and over again. Hardly an hour had passed between his leaving the restaurant he worked in and his current state of mild inebriation, but he was already in a much nicer mood than he had been in earlier the same day. He didn't have any plans now that he called service off for the restaurant and he hardly felt like calling up his dwarven family to enthusiastically discuss the concept of using explosives to open up mines and how much better that is than the old way of using pickaxes to do the same thing, or how much elves bothered them with the whole "Can't disturb nature because trees" shtick. Making his mind up in a hazy, roundabout way, Markus decided to make his way out towards the library. "Gonna learn 'bout trains or Fenrir or something. Gotta keep tabs on that thing, man. He's gonna come for me one of these days, I bet. Fenrir probably won't though. Underground, yeah? He ain't gettin' out." Markus slurred to passerby as he stumbled in the direction of the library.

 

[Arch Mage]

(You're fine, I believe there's total of 3 male characters...though there will be some male NPCs I am sure.)


Deian limped into his shop, thus far the only occult shop in Blackmore: Mandalay Occult


He was trying hard not to get blood on the floor, but that was proving more difficult than he expected, somehow he managed to press on the large shelves of books, which contained spell books, diaries, various tomes on creatures the humans thought mere myth and other books by those the divine realm had given the opportunity to record the history of some of the figures known to the humans as faerie tale characters, oh they are all real, and the details humans think they know are quite different. Deian knew this personally as he was either friends or enemies with them all and this included the gods as well.


He was careful not to topple a statue, a Greek one that portrayed a muscular fellow in a lion skin, and slid past another display case one that held a rose, and another that held an item he chose to keep covered. Finally he made it to the main area of the shop, the one that housed potions, wands, amulets both magical and not as well as ingredients for various incantations or potions. This spot housed a strange looking conical hat one with moon and stars on it as well as a rather strange looking tea set, particularly a cup with a crack in it. Over behind his main desk where he dropped into a lavish chair one that looked like it had the full zodiac symbols and some other runes, currently for sale was a desk-sized stone table with Celtic markings, and in it was a small sword sticking out diagonally. The room all featured tapestries, stained glass windows, stone gargoyles, candles with faces in them and time pieces, there were other trinkets as well such a strange looking brass lamp that was locked in a display case with a pair of winged sandals and an interesting looking sling.


Deian found a red potion and poured the contents on his injured leg before binding the injury with a cloth that bore the letters "W.D."


He tried to stitch up his side before his assistant walked in, and took notice of what he was doing.


"Deian, you have visitors to the shop...what in the hell happened to you? Hang on let me do that, every time you try and stitch yourself up you make a bloody mess and worry your daughter to death, hold still this will take but a moment!"


"What would I do without you? Besides be a bloody mess...guests you said? Hopefully no one Elsa sent, I've had just about enough of her for one day or night."


Using his powers once again, he projected his voice to his visitors.


"Please have a look around, I will be with you shortly...oh and don't touch the stuffed owl, I am afraid Archimedes gets a little grouchy."

 

[Dark_Psycho]

( now batman really lmao)


Lexi heard this and smiles. Elphaba smiles and shook her head. She looked around the shop.


"Look around but dont touch."Elphaba says. Lexi nods and walked around. She was curious why witches need supplies all she needed was her glamour and voice. She walked more towards the back of the store and kept her hands at her side. Elphaba was muttering to herself as she picked up some bottles.she needed a few things. Lexi heard a screech and wings beating.


"Horus."She said and opened the door for the flying monkey. She pet him and he flew over to Elphaba, chattered to the witch.Lexi listened and shook her head. Her bright blue eye's went back to looking at the shelves.


Lexi flipped her blonde hair gently.She walked around and looked at the stuffed owls. She gave it a glare then kwpt walking. This store was odd. She stopped in a section with sea objects. She read over the labels what they were used for. Her hands slowly wwnt over the dead sea creatures.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[TurtleGod]

(Okay. But I was only wondering if I was the one following you or the demon dude you passed by? I just went with the flow anyways. Leo's following you now, even if the demon guy was following you, Leo is too. I just came to that conclusion.)


Leo couldn't help but stop being the magic man's shadow, and blended in with a crowd of people. He looked around the store, eyes open. Was magic real? Leo was starting to ponder this as he looked at each of the beautiful artifacts, being careful not to touch them.

 

[LazyBasil]

Even though Dagerrel was still on the outskirts of the city, tramping through the ramshackle slums as he followed the increasingly malevolent presence he had sensed, he felt the aftershocks of the magic.


He stopped in his tracks as the few pedestrians surrounding him gasped and stared at the bright light exploding from further into the city, their eyes glowing with fear.


The tree man stared at the heart of the blast, his mind running over his available information.


While he had felt evil and trickery in that general direction, there was a suspicious lack now. Not that it had all disappeared - not in the slightest. It was more like the mysterious loss of a slice of bread in a previously full loaf. It was almost as of it had been... eradicated? Was that the feeling he was sensing? It was hard to place, but the dryad had the distinct feeling that he wouldn't have to worry about that specific piece of enmity as much anymore, regardless of it's specific state.


So, did that mean something had... taken care of it? The malice hadn't surged, so it wasn't another creature of evil. But that certainly did not require the new entity to be benevolent. And the larger part of the insidious presence still remained, scratching at the outer walls of his mind. Something still had to be done, despite Dagerrel's unwillingness to do anything other than head back to his forest and spend the next hundred years directly attached to the ground.


He frowned, his now remarkably bushy brows furrowed and he set off once more to the center of the city. No more breaks. He could already feel the goo of civilisation leak into his veins and his mood was already sour enough as is.