06-21-2018, 08:10 PM
A bright flash of light, the feeling of tumbling through space, both were feelings every good Black Mage experienced
Shantotto found herself beaten battered and bruised for the first time in her long life, the lesson was.... exhilarating, her arm painfully dangling, lifeless at her side, broken remains of her staff, little more than embellished wood. Still tightly gripped in her fingers
The mage’s head was cloudy following the thunderous kick delivered by the buffoon “Lord Zedd, nothing but bone in his head.” The mouselike mage walked dejectedly towards the spectating area, the pain in her body, little more than a reminder of her own failures.
In it, were several fighters who clearly been in fights already, some a green alien looking creature seemed high on the spoils of victory while others such as the seductive demoness seemed to be drowning their sorrows in liquor.
The witch from the library was there, bloodstained clothing gave little guess to the outcome of her match. And the furry creature that had approached seemed almost depressed to have won.
“What a twist. The chance of me losing did exist.” the mage said as she finally took notice of her partner standing behind her. Clad in dingy alabaster white clothing befitting a clown the mage had taken a liking to calling “It”
Before the pint size woman could open her mouth the clicking sounds of camera as members of the media took notice of the duo.
“What went wrong?”
“What is your plan to recover from this defeat?”
“Why do you rhyme nonstop?”
Shantotto normally would not pay attention to the media, and this time was no exception. At least until one question set the mage’s fury alite.
“How did someone like yourself expect to match the might of beings who have experienced this level of combat before?”
Rage was not an emotion the tarutaru was used to letting out, such a fiery emotion had landed her in trouble numerous times before.
“When it comes to magic, I am the very best, just you wait and see me surpass this little test.” The mage replied, venom lacing every word.
With that she moved to the bar to order a drink from the seemingly endless list of concoctions.
Picking a fruity drink with a strange name the mage was handed a tall glass, nearly half as tall as she was, layers upon layers of colored liquor filled the drink, small bits of fruit artistically arranged to give it a feminine flare.
Not far from her, the blue fleshed demon sat downing yet another drink, and even further away was an assassin looking woman who seemed to draw a crowd of followers. Taking a sip from the tall cylindrical glass the mage felt the warmth of strong alcohol filling her body with bliss.
The sudden appearance of the king seemed to liven up the atmosphere, as he made demands of a one eared mouse creature, commanding it to sing. It was whimsical to the already tipsy mage
Shantotto found herself beaten battered and bruised for the first time in her long life, the lesson was.... exhilarating, her arm painfully dangling, lifeless at her side, broken remains of her staff, little more than embellished wood. Still tightly gripped in her fingers
The mage’s head was cloudy following the thunderous kick delivered by the buffoon “Lord Zedd, nothing but bone in his head.” The mouselike mage walked dejectedly towards the spectating area, the pain in her body, little more than a reminder of her own failures.
In it, were several fighters who clearly been in fights already, some a green alien looking creature seemed high on the spoils of victory while others such as the seductive demoness seemed to be drowning their sorrows in liquor.
The witch from the library was there, bloodstained clothing gave little guess to the outcome of her match. And the furry creature that had approached seemed almost depressed to have won.
“What a twist. The chance of me losing did exist.” the mage said as she finally took notice of her partner standing behind her. Clad in dingy alabaster white clothing befitting a clown the mage had taken a liking to calling “It”
Before the pint size woman could open her mouth the clicking sounds of camera as members of the media took notice of the duo.
“What went wrong?”
“What is your plan to recover from this defeat?”
“Why do you rhyme nonstop?”
Shantotto normally would not pay attention to the media, and this time was no exception. At least until one question set the mage’s fury alite.
“How did someone like yourself expect to match the might of beings who have experienced this level of combat before?”
Rage was not an emotion the tarutaru was used to letting out, such a fiery emotion had landed her in trouble numerous times before.
“When it comes to magic, I am the very best, just you wait and see me surpass this little test.” The mage replied, venom lacing every word.
With that she moved to the bar to order a drink from the seemingly endless list of concoctions.
Picking a fruity drink with a strange name the mage was handed a tall glass, nearly half as tall as she was, layers upon layers of colored liquor filled the drink, small bits of fruit artistically arranged to give it a feminine flare.
Not far from her, the blue fleshed demon sat downing yet another drink, and even further away was an assassin looking woman who seemed to draw a crowd of followers. Taking a sip from the tall cylindrical glass the mage felt the warmth of strong alcohol filling her body with bliss.
The sudden appearance of the king seemed to liven up the atmosphere, as he made demands of a one eared mouse creature, commanding it to sing. It was whimsical to the already tipsy mage