08-19-2017, 09:19 PM
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“I don’t understand,” Ogong mumbled.
A voice was speaking to him. The voice was attached to a giant hand in the sky. He’d seen this place before, when he had been cursed with the “Mah” spell. He had almost turned into a demon. That wasn’t fun. This voice, he recognized as his mother, Sun Hyun-In, from when she tried to save him from the coma he fell into as he tried to fight the curse.
“My child,” the Virtuous Sage* whispered, “You have overburdened your hon.”
“So I spoke a couple Words of Power,” Ogong grumbled, “I thought I was celestial. I thought I could take it.”
“You knew very well that you could not, my child,” Sun Hyun-In lowered her head sadly, “Not when your access to our magic is as isolated as it is.”
“Yeah, you kinda overdrew your account there, kid,” Mi Hyun-In admitted, standing next to Sun Hyun-In in his true form.
“Mi Hyun-In,” Ogong groaned, “I liked you better when you were a bendy stick.”
“One of these days, I’m gonna just drop your ass over a cliff,” Mi Hyun-In snapped.
“Mi Hyun-In, please calm yourself,” Sun Hyun-In whispered, “He’s facing a very difficult truth.”
“What truth?”
The two Sages glanced at each other nervously.
“Ogong, you know that the two of us would not appear to you like this if this wasn’t very important,” the monkey’s mother said.
“Yeah,” Ogong responded haughtily, “And?”
“So...” Mi Hyun-In stammered slightly, “You’re probably gonna get your soul replaced.”
Ogong nodded. “Yeah. I figured.”
The two Sages frowned.
“I mean, I was told not to go beyond my limits,” Ogong sighed, “Master Barley taught me as such. But you didn’t see the monster I was fighting-“
“Well, I did, actually,” Mi Hyun-In said matter-of-factly.
Ogong fell silent. The little boy was now beginning to understand that he was going to die.
“Do you think I’ll be able to come back?”
“Absolutely,” Sun Hyun-In lied.
“P-probably,” Mi Hyun-In stammered.
Sun Hyun-In shot her fellow Sage a glare. Ogong smiled sadly.
“Yippee,” Ogong mumbled.
Ok Dongja groaned and scratched his butt. Something kept brushing against it, to his great displeasure. And his arms were cold, for some reason.
“Ogong’s damn tail again,” Dongja thought to himself.
As he felt the tail twitch against his backside again, Dongja snapped.
“Ogong, put away your damn tail!”
With a jolt, Dongja sat up and looked around. That was not his voice that spoke. He was not in his bedroom, and Ogong was nowhere to be seen. He looked down. For some reason, instead of the greenish trousers he wore everyday, he was wearing blue sweatpants. And also there was a tail. Yes, that was probably the more alarming part.
Dongja had become Ogong.
“What the fuck.”
“Ooh!” Yeo-Ee-Pil exclaimed, his voice appearing out of nowhere, “You’re awake!”
Dongja looked around in a fury. He was alone, in some sort of prison cell. The walls and floor were made of moldy cobblestone, as if someone had sunk a dungeon underwater and had just pulled it out. The moisture in the cell was stifling. Dongja wanted to cling and pull at the iron bars that sealed him in, but they were too grimy for him to feel comfortable with touching.
After a while, Dongja located Yeo-Ee-Pil. He was just down the hall, clasped to the wall so that he couldn’t squirm. Didn’t do anything about his talking, though. Shame. Dongja scowled at Yeo-Ee-Pil across the hall.
“Yeo-Ee-Pil, if this is some sort of prank-“
“Nah, man, I’m not like that. And plus, that would need a Power Word, and I can’t cast those all by my onesies.”
“Your onesies?”
“Point is, I didn’t do this. This is the cosmos’ doing. Cosmos’s? Cosmos’? Cosmosi?”
As Yeo-Ee-Pil continued to mutter to itself to remember the possessive of “cosmos,” Dongja considered what this meant. If he was now in Ogong’s body, then that meant...
“By the way, who are you anyway?” Yeo-Ee-Pil shouted down the hall, “I mean, in Ogong’s body.”
“Only the greatest student of magic in the Second War,” Dongja bragged, crossing his arms.
“Right,” the magical staff snickered, “All that tells me is that you have an ego, which really boils down to anyone who was in that war. Except Samjang.”
Dongja flinched. “No! My love! Is she here too?”
“I don’t think so,” Yeo-Ee-Pil replied, “But I- hang on a minute, ‘my love’?”
Dongja bit his lip and stepped back slightly.
“Oh no,” Yeo-Ee-Pil groaned, “You’re Ok Dongja, aren’t you?”
“That’s me!” Dongja grinned, then frowned. “Wait, ‘Oh no’?”
“Whatever. You know what happened to you, kid?”
“Yeah,” the boy nodded, “I must’ve cast too much magic and it broke my hon.”
Yeo-Ee-Pil started rattling in its restraint as he started bellowing in laughter.
“HAHAHA BROKE YOUR HAAAAA” the staff nearly screamed.
Dongja scowled. “What?”
“YOU COULDN’T – HEE – YOU COULDN’T BREAK YOUR HON IF YOU WERE A GODDAMN FLY!” the staff continued to shake, “OGONG broke his hon, you IDIOT.”
A loud metallic clang resounded down the hall. Dongja slinked back from the bars, trying to hide. He felt his tail brush against the grimy wall and grimaced. God, how does Ogong live with having a god-damn fifth appendage sticking out his butt?
Yeo-Ee-Pil stopped rattling and became deadly still. The source of the clang appeared in front of Dongja’s cell – a guard, dressed in armor. There was something astoundingly and supernaturally non-descript about him, or possibly her. The only thing that stuck out to Dongja was the coat of arms on his or her chestpiece – a large tree, its branches crowned by stars.
“You’re awake, then,” the guard said, with a voice that was either gruff or soft, “You done blasting your magic everywhere?”
Dongja blinked. “My what?”
“Eh, I guess you wouldn’t remember. You’re not in any trouble, we just needed a safe place to keep you until you calmed down. And obviously, the cell is magic-proof.”
Dongja raised an eyebrow. His confusion was absolute.
“Right, well, I’m not too good at explaining things. The clerk outside will check in with you.”
And with that, the guard waved a hand over the locked door. The bars liquified and vanished into the ground. Dongja gasped.
“How did you...”
“What?”
“How did you do that?”
“...you’ve never seen magic before?”
“I’ve seen lots of magic,” Dongja mumbled, “But how’d you do that without the calligraphy?”
“Oh,” the guard concluded, “You must be new here. Listen, you should really talk to the clerk and set up a meeting with the Council of Dalaran. I can’t help you.”
The guard scratched his possibly bearded chin with one hand and reached for the wall where Yeo-Ee-Pil was bound. There were all sorts of strange objects locked in the wall, including several twigs, a baseball bat, a tiny golden marble with wings, what Dongja was pretty sure was a longsword with the symbols “+1” engraved in the hilt. The iron bands holding Yeo-Ee-Pil up snapped and liquified, and the staff zoomed into Dongja’s hand.
“Whoa,” Dongja mumbled.
“Little big for a wand, innit?” the vaguely humanoid guard commented.
“A wand?” Yeo-Ee-Pil snapped, one end of the staff turning indignantly to the guard, “I’ll show you a wand when I shove it up your-“
The staff struggled to get closer to the guard, clearly hoping to clobber him. Dongja barely wrapped his arms around the staff and held him back. With Ogong’s strength, this time Dongja could actually manage it.
“Please calm down, Mr. Yeo-Ee-Pil!”
“Ugh, talking ones,” the guard said sympathetically, “I hate those. They never shut up. It’s like they’re trying to make up for all the non-talking the other weapons.”
Yeo-Ee-Pil was now in a full rage, and Dongja had to use all of Ogong’s strength not to be carried by the staff. The guard snickered, and Dongja noted that he or she probably had teeth.
“Way out’s to your right. It’s pretty close, since, you know. You’re not a criminal.”
“Thank you, uh,” Dongja stammered, “Guard... person.”
The guard turned and moved further into the prison. It occurred to Dongja that it was a very real possibility that the guard was, in fact, not a person. Yeo-Ee-Pil snapped out of his frenzy when the guard’s footsteps became difficult to hear.
“Prick,” the staff grumbled.
Dongja didn’t hear him. He was busy trying to figure out even one aspect of the guard he could remember. Dongja was starting to doubt that he was wearing armor. He was now 53% sure that the guard was a man. Or maybe not. He had a very effeminate voice, or she had a very masculine one. Presumably, he (or she?) had two eyes, a nose and a mouth, like normal people. But Dongja found he couldn’t remember that either.
Unable to solve this little mystery, Dongja stepped out of the dungeon of Dalaran.
A voice was speaking to him. The voice was attached to a giant hand in the sky. He’d seen this place before, when he had been cursed with the “Mah” spell. He had almost turned into a demon. That wasn’t fun. This voice, he recognized as his mother, Sun Hyun-In, from when she tried to save him from the coma he fell into as he tried to fight the curse.
“My child,” the Virtuous Sage* whispered, “You have overburdened your hon.”
“So I spoke a couple Words of Power,” Ogong grumbled, “I thought I was celestial. I thought I could take it.”
“You knew very well that you could not, my child,” Sun Hyun-In lowered her head sadly, “Not when your access to our magic is as isolated as it is.”
“Yeah, you kinda overdrew your account there, kid,” Mi Hyun-In admitted, standing next to Sun Hyun-In in his true form.
“Mi Hyun-In,” Ogong groaned, “I liked you better when you were a bendy stick.”
“One of these days, I’m gonna just drop your ass over a cliff,” Mi Hyun-In snapped.
“Mi Hyun-In, please calm yourself,” Sun Hyun-In whispered, “He’s facing a very difficult truth.”
“What truth?”
The two Sages glanced at each other nervously.
“Ogong, you know that the two of us would not appear to you like this if this wasn’t very important,” the monkey’s mother said.
“Yeah,” Ogong responded haughtily, “And?”
“So...” Mi Hyun-In stammered slightly, “You’re probably gonna get your soul replaced.”
Ogong nodded. “Yeah. I figured.”
The two Sages frowned.
“I mean, I was told not to go beyond my limits,” Ogong sighed, “Master Barley taught me as such. But you didn’t see the monster I was fighting-“
“Well, I did, actually,” Mi Hyun-In said matter-of-factly.
Ogong fell silent. The little boy was now beginning to understand that he was going to die.
“Do you think I’ll be able to come back?”
“Absolutely,” Sun Hyun-In lied.
“P-probably,” Mi Hyun-In stammered.
Sun Hyun-In shot her fellow Sage a glare. Ogong smiled sadly.
“Yippee,” Ogong mumbled.
Ok Dongja groaned and scratched his butt. Something kept brushing against it, to his great displeasure. And his arms were cold, for some reason.
“Ogong’s damn tail again,” Dongja thought to himself.
As he felt the tail twitch against his backside again, Dongja snapped.
“Ogong, put away your damn tail!”
With a jolt, Dongja sat up and looked around. That was not his voice that spoke. He was not in his bedroom, and Ogong was nowhere to be seen. He looked down. For some reason, instead of the greenish trousers he wore everyday, he was wearing blue sweatpants. And also there was a tail. Yes, that was probably the more alarming part.
Dongja had become Ogong.
“What the fuck.”
“Ooh!” Yeo-Ee-Pil exclaimed, his voice appearing out of nowhere, “You’re awake!”
Dongja looked around in a fury. He was alone, in some sort of prison cell. The walls and floor were made of moldy cobblestone, as if someone had sunk a dungeon underwater and had just pulled it out. The moisture in the cell was stifling. Dongja wanted to cling and pull at the iron bars that sealed him in, but they were too grimy for him to feel comfortable with touching.
After a while, Dongja located Yeo-Ee-Pil. He was just down the hall, clasped to the wall so that he couldn’t squirm. Didn’t do anything about his talking, though. Shame. Dongja scowled at Yeo-Ee-Pil across the hall.
“Yeo-Ee-Pil, if this is some sort of prank-“
“Nah, man, I’m not like that. And plus, that would need a Power Word, and I can’t cast those all by my onesies.”
“Your onesies?”
“Point is, I didn’t do this. This is the cosmos’ doing. Cosmos’s? Cosmos’? Cosmosi?”
As Yeo-Ee-Pil continued to mutter to itself to remember the possessive of “cosmos,” Dongja considered what this meant. If he was now in Ogong’s body, then that meant...
“By the way, who are you anyway?” Yeo-Ee-Pil shouted down the hall, “I mean, in Ogong’s body.”
“Only the greatest student of magic in the Second War,” Dongja bragged, crossing his arms.
“Right,” the magical staff snickered, “All that tells me is that you have an ego, which really boils down to anyone who was in that war. Except Samjang.”
Dongja flinched. “No! My love! Is she here too?”
“I don’t think so,” Yeo-Ee-Pil replied, “But I- hang on a minute, ‘my love’?”
Dongja bit his lip and stepped back slightly.
“Oh no,” Yeo-Ee-Pil groaned, “You’re Ok Dongja, aren’t you?”
“That’s me!” Dongja grinned, then frowned. “Wait, ‘Oh no’?”
“Whatever. You know what happened to you, kid?”
“Yeah,” the boy nodded, “I must’ve cast too much magic and it broke my hon.”
Yeo-Ee-Pil started rattling in its restraint as he started bellowing in laughter.
“HAHAHA BROKE YOUR HAAAAA” the staff nearly screamed.
Dongja scowled. “What?”
“YOU COULDN’T – HEE – YOU COULDN’T BREAK YOUR HON IF YOU WERE A GODDAMN FLY!” the staff continued to shake, “OGONG broke his hon, you IDIOT.”
A loud metallic clang resounded down the hall. Dongja slinked back from the bars, trying to hide. He felt his tail brush against the grimy wall and grimaced. God, how does Ogong live with having a god-damn fifth appendage sticking out his butt?
Yeo-Ee-Pil stopped rattling and became deadly still. The source of the clang appeared in front of Dongja’s cell – a guard, dressed in armor. There was something astoundingly and supernaturally non-descript about him, or possibly her. The only thing that stuck out to Dongja was the coat of arms on his or her chestpiece – a large tree, its branches crowned by stars.
“You’re awake, then,” the guard said, with a voice that was either gruff or soft, “You done blasting your magic everywhere?”
Dongja blinked. “My what?”
“Eh, I guess you wouldn’t remember. You’re not in any trouble, we just needed a safe place to keep you until you calmed down. And obviously, the cell is magic-proof.”
Dongja raised an eyebrow. His confusion was absolute.
“Right, well, I’m not too good at explaining things. The clerk outside will check in with you.”
And with that, the guard waved a hand over the locked door. The bars liquified and vanished into the ground. Dongja gasped.
“How did you...”
“What?”
“How did you do that?”
“...you’ve never seen magic before?”
“I’ve seen lots of magic,” Dongja mumbled, “But how’d you do that without the calligraphy?”
“Oh,” the guard concluded, “You must be new here. Listen, you should really talk to the clerk and set up a meeting with the Council of Dalaran. I can’t help you.”
The guard scratched his possibly bearded chin with one hand and reached for the wall where Yeo-Ee-Pil was bound. There were all sorts of strange objects locked in the wall, including several twigs, a baseball bat, a tiny golden marble with wings, what Dongja was pretty sure was a longsword with the symbols “+1” engraved in the hilt. The iron bands holding Yeo-Ee-Pil up snapped and liquified, and the staff zoomed into Dongja’s hand.
“Whoa,” Dongja mumbled.
“Little big for a wand, innit?” the vaguely humanoid guard commented.
“A wand?” Yeo-Ee-Pil snapped, one end of the staff turning indignantly to the guard, “I’ll show you a wand when I shove it up your-“
The staff struggled to get closer to the guard, clearly hoping to clobber him. Dongja barely wrapped his arms around the staff and held him back. With Ogong’s strength, this time Dongja could actually manage it.
“Please calm down, Mr. Yeo-Ee-Pil!”
“Ugh, talking ones,” the guard said sympathetically, “I hate those. They never shut up. It’s like they’re trying to make up for all the non-talking the other weapons.”
Yeo-Ee-Pil was now in a full rage, and Dongja had to use all of Ogong’s strength not to be carried by the staff. The guard snickered, and Dongja noted that he or she probably had teeth.
“Way out’s to your right. It’s pretty close, since, you know. You’re not a criminal.”
“Thank you, uh,” Dongja stammered, “Guard... person.”
The guard turned and moved further into the prison. It occurred to Dongja that it was a very real possibility that the guard was, in fact, not a person. Yeo-Ee-Pil snapped out of his frenzy when the guard’s footsteps became difficult to hear.
“Prick,” the staff grumbled.
Dongja didn’t hear him. He was busy trying to figure out even one aspect of the guard he could remember. Dongja was starting to doubt that he was wearing armor. He was now 53% sure that the guard was a man. Or maybe not. He had a very effeminate voice, or she had a very masculine one. Presumably, he (or she?) had two eyes, a nose and a mouth, like normal people. But Dongja found he couldn’t remember that either.
Unable to solve this little mystery, Dongja stepped out of the dungeon of Dalaran.
Quote:Sun Hyun-In (Virtuous Sage), Sun Ogong's mother, and Mi Hyun-In (Beautiful Sage) are two of the Three Sages of Heaven. They were the Heavenly Emperor's advisers. 1000 years before the events of the books, they defied the Emperor's orders for what they thought was the greater good. It didn't work out. Sun Hyun-In sacrificed her life, the third one got turned into the avatar of demons, and Mi Hyun-In was turned into a stick.
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- Meet the Council of Dalaran
- Be assigned a Master
- Train
- Train some more
- Train even more
- Earn respect of superiors
- Be admitted into Mages' Guild
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