07-30-2016, 02:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-01-2016, 05:09 PM by Jack Darby.)
Each of the items did have a powerful ability that could be useful. The quill for example could allow him to etch symbols onto items to provide them special properties. Such an ability would come in handy but the quill was not something that Warren could see himself carrying around on a regular basis. Given he’d need to carry ink and what not, he decided the quill was not the item he would particularly choose for himself in these circumstances. The sword was formidable but due to being around it giving him the willies, Warren wasn’t sure such a blade was a wise idea. Sure the blade might be potent, but he didn’t want a sword that could scare his own allies. “The sword and the quill aren’t things I could see myself wielding… actually.” At those words the pedestals that held both the Quill and the sword disappeared into a rift of darkness, being completely consumed by said rift. The old man nodded. “Good. You’re learning to reject the ones that could go to your head and make you too dependent on them. This part of your training is to help you learn what not to choose.”
The examination continued. But as he examined each of the items, Warren realized something. Magic was a mysterious force that he didn’t fully understand. Unless he understood the science behind it, he couldn’t allow himself to use a magical item that he didn’t create himself. Finally he made up his mind and decided to voice his opinion on the subject. “I’ve made up my mind. The magical items you offer are generous. However given that the magical items are something I’ve never encountered and know little about I must reject each and every last one of them. After all I don’t know anything about each of the magical items. I don’t know if they contain brainwashing sells or anything else that could potentially cause problems for me.” The old man cracked a smile and busted a gut laughing. “Clever boy. You passed my trial and rejected the temptation of power. Of course now you realize that there is no further training. You’ve learned what you needed to and eventually will be able to wield magic on your own. You now understand that magic is not without trade offs. But as for actually learning how to wield magic, I'll leave that to you. You should be intelligent enough to figure it out on your own anyway, given you were smart enough to see through my trick. ”
So this is what it took to learn regular magic. But there had to be something that people like himself who walked the lonely path most people deemed criminal could learn on their own. Otherwise there was little point to him coming here actually. Given that, Warren started to consider what he’d learned. In the forest from fighting the targets, he’d learned he had some sort of fast movement ability within his arsenal and knew he could use that power to protect himself in the coming days. But it wasn’t a power he really needed, now was it? Yet he had passed whatever mission or trial that the man had wanted him to do and had done so with flying colors. Yet he didn't feel any different. It was at that moment that realization donned on Warren like he'd been struck by lightning. Magic was something that no one could ever truly understand or comprehend. It was a power that few mastered. Sure there had been myths of those who had done so on his world.
Merlin was one of the examples of a Good Guy who had wielded magic. Having mentored King Arthur, and provided him the means to obtain Excalibur Warren had to admit the guy was immensely powerful as a mage. But there was also his enemy, Morgan Le Fay. She was certainly like him in that she was both cunning and ruthless. Still her intelligence had to be worked on, as she had fallen for many of of the tricks and plans of her enemy, Merlin. She was not Warren however. Neither of them were him and Warren didn't intend on repeating any of their mistakes. To that end he needed to prove himself ready for what would come soon. After all he was almost done with his lessons. Walking out of the ancient library, Warren noticed the place crumble and fall in on itself the moment he had left it. It was to be expected of course. Even magic could only preserve an item like that library for so long before it would crumble to ruins. They'd probably rebuild it to test the next person, but meh. That wasn't the problem of Warren. For now all he needed to worry about was heading back home.
"Well, I've got a long road to travel home."
For him to come here had been a mistake. There hadn't been much that he had learned here. If anything the entire journey had been little more than a complete and utter waste of his time. Sure on the one hand he had really wanted the ability known as 'magic' for himself but he honestly believed he could have achieved it. Unfortunately he had not learned anything that really could have been of any use to him. There were no scrolls in his possession and taking any of the items had felt... wrong on some level. Of course this could have been because he didn't want the items. power that was not his was not something that interested Warren in the slightest. Such power could only be turned against him by someone who was more experienced with such things than he was. It was far better that he learn what true power was on his own and learn how to harness it to the best of his ability, most likely. Doing so would mean that he could survive.
But as he continued towards the Gate he realized something. Chances are he would likely not be able to learn magic in the future. Ah well magic really wasn't worth learning to be honest anyway. If it were worth anything he wouldn't have had to go through a nightmarish forest that even gave him goose bumps earlier. Sure he had overcome his fear as he'd progressed into the Forest. But well? Warren was not the kind of person who liked wasting his time and that was what the journey had amounted to. About the only positive thing to come out of the journey was the fact he had rediscovered his ability to shoot energy blasts to a degree. It wasn't anywhere near as powerful as the original blasts had been but it was still something he could work with and improve upon at least. After about three hours the very exhausted Warren Zimmer was near the Gate.
Once he was near the Gate he'd jump into it and head back to the Nexus. "Tally Ho!
The examination continued. But as he examined each of the items, Warren realized something. Magic was a mysterious force that he didn’t fully understand. Unless he understood the science behind it, he couldn’t allow himself to use a magical item that he didn’t create himself. Finally he made up his mind and decided to voice his opinion on the subject. “I’ve made up my mind. The magical items you offer are generous. However given that the magical items are something I’ve never encountered and know little about I must reject each and every last one of them. After all I don’t know anything about each of the magical items. I don’t know if they contain brainwashing sells or anything else that could potentially cause problems for me.” The old man cracked a smile and busted a gut laughing. “Clever boy. You passed my trial and rejected the temptation of power. Of course now you realize that there is no further training. You’ve learned what you needed to and eventually will be able to wield magic on your own. You now understand that magic is not without trade offs. But as for actually learning how to wield magic, I'll leave that to you. You should be intelligent enough to figure it out on your own anyway, given you were smart enough to see through my trick. ”
So this is what it took to learn regular magic. But there had to be something that people like himself who walked the lonely path most people deemed criminal could learn on their own. Otherwise there was little point to him coming here actually. Given that, Warren started to consider what he’d learned. In the forest from fighting the targets, he’d learned he had some sort of fast movement ability within his arsenal and knew he could use that power to protect himself in the coming days. But it wasn’t a power he really needed, now was it? Yet he had passed whatever mission or trial that the man had wanted him to do and had done so with flying colors. Yet he didn't feel any different. It was at that moment that realization donned on Warren like he'd been struck by lightning. Magic was something that no one could ever truly understand or comprehend. It was a power that few mastered. Sure there had been myths of those who had done so on his world.
Merlin was one of the examples of a Good Guy who had wielded magic. Having mentored King Arthur, and provided him the means to obtain Excalibur Warren had to admit the guy was immensely powerful as a mage. But there was also his enemy, Morgan Le Fay. She was certainly like him in that she was both cunning and ruthless. Still her intelligence had to be worked on, as she had fallen for many of of the tricks and plans of her enemy, Merlin. She was not Warren however. Neither of them were him and Warren didn't intend on repeating any of their mistakes. To that end he needed to prove himself ready for what would come soon. After all he was almost done with his lessons. Walking out of the ancient library, Warren noticed the place crumble and fall in on itself the moment he had left it. It was to be expected of course. Even magic could only preserve an item like that library for so long before it would crumble to ruins. They'd probably rebuild it to test the next person, but meh. That wasn't the problem of Warren. For now all he needed to worry about was heading back home.
"Well, I've got a long road to travel home."
For him to come here had been a mistake. There hadn't been much that he had learned here. If anything the entire journey had been little more than a complete and utter waste of his time. Sure on the one hand he had really wanted the ability known as 'magic' for himself but he honestly believed he could have achieved it. Unfortunately he had not learned anything that really could have been of any use to him. There were no scrolls in his possession and taking any of the items had felt... wrong on some level. Of course this could have been because he didn't want the items. power that was not his was not something that interested Warren in the slightest. Such power could only be turned against him by someone who was more experienced with such things than he was. It was far better that he learn what true power was on his own and learn how to harness it to the best of his ability, most likely. Doing so would mean that he could survive.
But as he continued towards the Gate he realized something. Chances are he would likely not be able to learn magic in the future. Ah well magic really wasn't worth learning to be honest anyway. If it were worth anything he wouldn't have had to go through a nightmarish forest that even gave him goose bumps earlier. Sure he had overcome his fear as he'd progressed into the Forest. But well? Warren was not the kind of person who liked wasting his time and that was what the journey had amounted to. About the only positive thing to come out of the journey was the fact he had rediscovered his ability to shoot energy blasts to a degree. It wasn't anywhere near as powerful as the original blasts had been but it was still something he could work with and improve upon at least. After about three hours the very exhausted Warren Zimmer was near the Gate.
Once he was near the Gate he'd jump into it and head back to the Nexus. "Tally Ho!