08-29-2017, 01:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-29-2017, 01:41 PM by Dr. McNinja.)
Ok Dongja was already alarmed, to say the least. Ever since he woke up, his day had been a whirling mess of disheartening revelations and a world whose very laws of physics operated differently. Also, he was inside his simian best friend's body, which was pretty jarring.
So when he walked through the glossy portal from the escalator and somehow managed to step in front of a pedestal surrounded by wooden benches, with no exit to be seen, Dongja decided this wasn't that surprising.
Nor was it particularly startling that these forty-something Council members, all sitting on elevated benches behind shiny wooden podiums, were expecting him. Dongja was mildly intrigued by how these members were various humanoid fish or dwarves or what appeared to be a giant anvil that hovered in the air, but that passed quickly. After all, he was currently a monkey with a talking magic stick. Speaking of which, Yeo-Ee-Pil was nowhere to be seen. Ok Dongja was alone.
The podiums of the room were arranged to be of varying heights, all centered around the witness in a circle of judgmental elders. There were no visible corridors or exits, presumably to make the witness feel trapped and alone. Apparently, the witness wasn't even allowed a chair, Dongja silently complained as he stood on the marble floor. One podium stood above the rest, and in that stand sat an elderly man, whose face was wrinkled beyond humanity. His hair was whiter than snow and it trailed down below the stand. Dongja suspected, given the width of the beard before it vanished behind the wooden podium, that the beard actually pooled on the floor in a pile of whiskers. The man wore purple robes that draped on his body quite similarly to how his beard draped off of his chin, and a single pointy hat that was probably longer than his head. Both his hat and robes were patterned with yellow stars.
The old man drew a short stick, much like the wands Dongja had seen the other magicians bear, and pressed the tip against the side of his neck.
"Diviner, please ready your spells."
A man appeared out of nowhere, holding a copper coin in his palm. He pressed a thumb against Dongja's temple, to his great displeasure.
"Sun Ogong," the old man spoke out, in volumes several times too loud, "You stand here before the Council of Dalaran, charged with multiple crimes against the people of Dalaran and the Kingdom. Would you like to hear these charges?"
"Uh..." Dongja stammered, "S-Sure."
Some of the Council chuckled. The old man cleared his throat, and Dongja's eardrums protested.
"Mr. Rincewind, if you would."
"Yes, of course," the man named Rincewind replied, shouting slightly, "Sun Ogong, you have been charged with two counts of unlawful discharge of magic, three counts of destruction of public property, and one count of resisting arrest."
"And how do you respond to these charges, Mr. Sun?" the old man boomed.
Dongja blinked twice, then shrugged. "I 'unno."
The Council laughed again, and the old man cleared his throat again.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Sun?"
"It wasn't me," Dongja attempted, "This uh... This isn't my body. I know that sounds fake, but-"
"He's telling the truth."
Dongja glanced at the man in white robes besides him, who was drawing another copper coin.
"I see," the old man said, "Then what is your name."
Dongja puffed his chest. "I am the great hero-"
"Lie."
"-hero, Ok Dongja."
"...Truth."
"Very well, Mr. Ok," the old man said, "I imagine, in this case, you are not informed on what is going on here?"
"Not at all, no."
"Mr. Mordenakainen?"
Mordenkainen waved his hands, and blew greenish dust from his palm. The dust floated to the marble floor, and suddenly an image appeared. It seemed to change the floor into a cobblestone public square, where Ogong lay on the ground, writhing in pain. Chinese characters were etched into his skin, and arcane energy orbited around him like rings of fire. There were pedestrians nearby, various people in strange attire, backing away slowly. Two men in armor were waving them back.
"Get back! This area is unsafe! Get ba-"
A monstrous voice, the result of hundreds of voices speaking at once, interrupted the guard.
"Lake, Ho! Water, Soo! Ho-Soo!"
The cobblestones writhed and twisted into a basin, and a metal pipe snaked its way from within the street above the basin. It started pouring clear water into the basin, showing no signs of stopping. The guards seemed very unperturbed by the spontaneous fountain. After all, a third one was struggling to escape from a cage that presumably the spirits consuming Ogong had spawned.
"Sir, please stop casting immediately-"
"Eye, Ahn! Lens, Gyung! Ahn-Gyung!"
A pair of glasses popped into existence about half a meter from the ground and dropped in a clatter.
"Sir, you are in violation of-"
"Burst, Pok! Blast, Bahl!"
Dongja gasped.
"Pok-Bahl!"
The illusion vanished as the explosion wracked the streets. Everyone in the Council shifted uncomfortably.
"Fortunately," the old man said, "The guards were nearby and able to Ward against your, er, forgive me, against Mr. Sun's magic. Nobody was harmed, but Merlin Boulevard was quite ruined."
The anvil spoke up. "Would you care to explain, Mr. Ok, what happened that day?"
Ok Dongja glanced at the expectant Council members. He cleared his throat.
"Right, uh," the boy stammered, "S-So Ogong, I guess uh, he's the one that uh... Erm... Came? To the, Omniverse? Yeah. Um, so that's probably how he uh, got there."
"Got where?" the old man asked.
"To, uh, where did that happen?"
"Merlin Boulevard," Mordenkainen said.
"Yeah. That place."
The old man sighed. "And then?"
"He, uh, whatever he was doing, he cast too much magic at once, I guess? I don't know, I wasn't there. And then he, uh, broke his hon."
"His hon?"
"Erm, it's like, your, um, soul? Spirit? I guess?" Dongja was sweating so much his clothes turned a different shade of navy. "It's the part of you that nature, uh, interacts with when you cast, you know, magic."
"In your world," a beautiful middle-aged woman with blank eyes and yellow hair interjected.
"What Magna Aegwynn is trying to say," the old man said, his face calming, "is that magic works... differently here. It may or may not be that the 'hon' you speak of works the same way it does in the Omniverse as it does in your homeworld."
"So... none of you are from here?"
The other Council members blinked. The old man chuckled slightly.
"I see you are new to the Omniverse, Mr. Ok."
Dongja smiled awkwardly. "Erm, yeah. I woke up in your dungeon."
"What happens when you break your hon, Mr. Ok?" Rincewind asked him.
"Uh..." Dongja stammered again, "well, Yeo-Ee-Pil can explain better-"
"Yes, he's doing so," the old man nodded, "As we speak."
Dongja frowned.
"Temporal dislocation magic," Aegwynn explained.
The anvil spoke up, her voice strangely feminine. "We can have multiple hearings at once when we are in this room."
"I won't even pretend to understand that," Dongja replied frankly, "And, well, in that case, you know. If the hon shatters, there's this void within your body, and like all things in nature, voids wish to be filled. So all manners of spirits start fighting over your body, and... well, one of them wins. The process is violent, and magic starts firing everywhere... That's what happened on Merlin Boulevard."
"That means," the old man nodded pensively, "that your spirit won?"
"I think it just kinda got dragged in," Dongja mused, "I really have no idea, though."
"An accidental mage," Mordenkainen chuckled, "Sounds familiar, eh, Rincewind?"
"Hey, I detest that!" Rincewind snapped.
"Mr. Mordenkainen, please keep such comments to a minimum," the old man said for what was clearly not the first time.
"I mean, I'm a mage, too," Dongja said, "Just not supposed to be here, is all. This isn't even my body. It's my friend's."
"And how can we restore stability in your friend's body, Mr. Ok?" the anvil asked.
"I have to break my hon again," Dongja said, "And Ogong's hon will naturally slip back in. Probably."
"And that will lead to the same violent results we saw on Merlin Boulevard?" Aegwynn asked.
"Yeah, and the magic is as strong as the user," Dongja worried, "So you'll need some really powerful suppression magic."
"Your weapon claims it will be very easy to suppress it," Mordenkainen commented.
Dongja scowled. "Yeah. He would."
"I think we have all the information we need from you, Mr. Ok," the old wizard at the head said, "If you would please wait outside, we will inform you on our decision."
Dongja wanted to say something else, but when he blinked, he was suddenly sitting on a bench besides Yeo-Ee-Pil in a room with no door.
So when he walked through the glossy portal from the escalator and somehow managed to step in front of a pedestal surrounded by wooden benches, with no exit to be seen, Dongja decided this wasn't that surprising.
Nor was it particularly startling that these forty-something Council members, all sitting on elevated benches behind shiny wooden podiums, were expecting him. Dongja was mildly intrigued by how these members were various humanoid fish or dwarves or what appeared to be a giant anvil that hovered in the air, but that passed quickly. After all, he was currently a monkey with a talking magic stick. Speaking of which, Yeo-Ee-Pil was nowhere to be seen. Ok Dongja was alone.
The podiums of the room were arranged to be of varying heights, all centered around the witness in a circle of judgmental elders. There were no visible corridors or exits, presumably to make the witness feel trapped and alone. Apparently, the witness wasn't even allowed a chair, Dongja silently complained as he stood on the marble floor. One podium stood above the rest, and in that stand sat an elderly man, whose face was wrinkled beyond humanity. His hair was whiter than snow and it trailed down below the stand. Dongja suspected, given the width of the beard before it vanished behind the wooden podium, that the beard actually pooled on the floor in a pile of whiskers. The man wore purple robes that draped on his body quite similarly to how his beard draped off of his chin, and a single pointy hat that was probably longer than his head. Both his hat and robes were patterned with yellow stars.
The old man drew a short stick, much like the wands Dongja had seen the other magicians bear, and pressed the tip against the side of his neck.
"Diviner, please ready your spells."
A man appeared out of nowhere, holding a copper coin in his palm. He pressed a thumb against Dongja's temple, to his great displeasure.
"Sun Ogong," the old man spoke out, in volumes several times too loud, "You stand here before the Council of Dalaran, charged with multiple crimes against the people of Dalaran and the Kingdom. Would you like to hear these charges?"
"Uh..." Dongja stammered, "S-Sure."
Some of the Council chuckled. The old man cleared his throat, and Dongja's eardrums protested.
"Mr. Rincewind, if you would."
"Yes, of course," the man named Rincewind replied, shouting slightly, "Sun Ogong, you have been charged with two counts of unlawful discharge of magic, three counts of destruction of public property, and one count of resisting arrest."
"And how do you respond to these charges, Mr. Sun?" the old man boomed.
Dongja blinked twice, then shrugged. "I 'unno."
The Council laughed again, and the old man cleared his throat again.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Sun?"
"It wasn't me," Dongja attempted, "This uh... This isn't my body. I know that sounds fake, but-"
"He's telling the truth."
Dongja glanced at the man in white robes besides him, who was drawing another copper coin.
"I see," the old man said, "Then what is your name."
Dongja puffed his chest. "I am the great hero-"
"Lie."
"-hero, Ok Dongja."
"...Truth."
"Very well, Mr. Ok," the old man said, "I imagine, in this case, you are not informed on what is going on here?"
"Not at all, no."
"Mr. Mordenakainen?"
Mordenkainen waved his hands, and blew greenish dust from his palm. The dust floated to the marble floor, and suddenly an image appeared. It seemed to change the floor into a cobblestone public square, where Ogong lay on the ground, writhing in pain. Chinese characters were etched into his skin, and arcane energy orbited around him like rings of fire. There were pedestrians nearby, various people in strange attire, backing away slowly. Two men in armor were waving them back.
"Get back! This area is unsafe! Get ba-"
A monstrous voice, the result of hundreds of voices speaking at once, interrupted the guard.
"Lake, Ho! Water, Soo! Ho-Soo!"
The cobblestones writhed and twisted into a basin, and a metal pipe snaked its way from within the street above the basin. It started pouring clear water into the basin, showing no signs of stopping. The guards seemed very unperturbed by the spontaneous fountain. After all, a third one was struggling to escape from a cage that presumably the spirits consuming Ogong had spawned.
"Sir, please stop casting immediately-"
"Eye, Ahn! Lens, Gyung! Ahn-Gyung!"
A pair of glasses popped into existence about half a meter from the ground and dropped in a clatter.
"Sir, you are in violation of-"
"Burst, Pok! Blast, Bahl!"
Dongja gasped.
"Pok-Bahl!"
The illusion vanished as the explosion wracked the streets. Everyone in the Council shifted uncomfortably.
"Fortunately," the old man said, "The guards were nearby and able to Ward against your, er, forgive me, against Mr. Sun's magic. Nobody was harmed, but Merlin Boulevard was quite ruined."
The anvil spoke up. "Would you care to explain, Mr. Ok, what happened that day?"
Ok Dongja glanced at the expectant Council members. He cleared his throat.
"Right, uh," the boy stammered, "S-So Ogong, I guess uh, he's the one that uh... Erm... Came? To the, Omniverse? Yeah. Um, so that's probably how he uh, got there."
"Got where?" the old man asked.
"To, uh, where did that happen?"
"Merlin Boulevard," Mordenkainen said.
"Yeah. That place."
The old man sighed. "And then?"
"He, uh, whatever he was doing, he cast too much magic at once, I guess? I don't know, I wasn't there. And then he, uh, broke his hon."
"His hon?"
"Erm, it's like, your, um, soul? Spirit? I guess?" Dongja was sweating so much his clothes turned a different shade of navy. "It's the part of you that nature, uh, interacts with when you cast, you know, magic."
"In your world," a beautiful middle-aged woman with blank eyes and yellow hair interjected.
"What Magna Aegwynn is trying to say," the old man said, his face calming, "is that magic works... differently here. It may or may not be that the 'hon' you speak of works the same way it does in the Omniverse as it does in your homeworld."
"So... none of you are from here?"
The other Council members blinked. The old man chuckled slightly.
"I see you are new to the Omniverse, Mr. Ok."
Dongja smiled awkwardly. "Erm, yeah. I woke up in your dungeon."
"What happens when you break your hon, Mr. Ok?" Rincewind asked him.
"Uh..." Dongja stammered again, "well, Yeo-Ee-Pil can explain better-"
"Yes, he's doing so," the old man nodded, "As we speak."
Dongja frowned.
"Temporal dislocation magic," Aegwynn explained.
The anvil spoke up, her voice strangely feminine. "We can have multiple hearings at once when we are in this room."
"I won't even pretend to understand that," Dongja replied frankly, "And, well, in that case, you know. If the hon shatters, there's this void within your body, and like all things in nature, voids wish to be filled. So all manners of spirits start fighting over your body, and... well, one of them wins. The process is violent, and magic starts firing everywhere... That's what happened on Merlin Boulevard."
"That means," the old man nodded pensively, "that your spirit won?"
"I think it just kinda got dragged in," Dongja mused, "I really have no idea, though."
"An accidental mage," Mordenkainen chuckled, "Sounds familiar, eh, Rincewind?"
"Hey, I detest that!" Rincewind snapped.
"Mr. Mordenkainen, please keep such comments to a minimum," the old man said for what was clearly not the first time.
"I mean, I'm a mage, too," Dongja said, "Just not supposed to be here, is all. This isn't even my body. It's my friend's."
"And how can we restore stability in your friend's body, Mr. Ok?" the anvil asked.
"I have to break my hon again," Dongja said, "And Ogong's hon will naturally slip back in. Probably."
"And that will lead to the same violent results we saw on Merlin Boulevard?" Aegwynn asked.
"Yeah, and the magic is as strong as the user," Dongja worried, "So you'll need some really powerful suppression magic."
"Your weapon claims it will be very easy to suppress it," Mordenkainen commented.
Dongja scowled. "Yeah. He would."
"I think we have all the information we need from you, Mr. Ok," the old wizard at the head said, "If you would please wait outside, we will inform you on our decision."
Dongja wanted to say something else, but when he blinked, he was suddenly sitting on a bench besides Yeo-Ee-Pil in a room with no door.
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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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