06-28-2017, 02:00 AM
The Sage groaned, hand up to block the light of the dawn sun. Dejectedly, the middle-aged scholar sat up, glancing at the remnants of the camp where he had spent the night. He was still more than a little disappointed in the most recent turn of events. Though he had walked out of the encounter with his hide intact, taking nothing more than a single punch from the encounter with the trio, he had lost much in the exchange. Although his injured pride would heal in time, the Sage had just lost all of the progress he had made with his efforts the previous day. The Sage glanced with mild contempt at the two vials that Gildarts had given him in exchange for the artifact pieces. Neither he nor the crash mage could possibly have felt the two items equal in value, but the Sage could not exactly argue when the battle mage’s two teammates were but a shout away. The Sage rubbed his jaw slightly as he glanced at the bottles.
Gildarts had barely explained what they even did, but that was not especially surprising, as the majority of the words uttered by the massive mage seemed… distracted. Tearen spoke of the man with respect, but from what the Sage had seen of him so far, the war mage was at best a shadow of his supposed self, and at worst had been driven entirely mad by the extreme power that he possessed. Perhaps his deranged mind had prompted the trade? The Sage uncorked one of the bottles, downing its contents. He idly wondered if the battle mage had swindled him even further. He could just have easily given bottles of water or poison; the Sage would have had no say in the matter. No, that was precisely why the Sage could be certain that the elixirs were genuine. He drank the other one as well before something new interfered.
The Sage got to his feet, feeling revitalized both in body and in spirit. His newfound optimism was cut short by the irritating beeping of the collar. Karl Jak was continuing to shrink the playing field. The Sage got to his feet and began to march up the hill yet again.
Gildarts had barely explained what they even did, but that was not especially surprising, as the majority of the words uttered by the massive mage seemed… distracted. Tearen spoke of the man with respect, but from what the Sage had seen of him so far, the war mage was at best a shadow of his supposed self, and at worst had been driven entirely mad by the extreme power that he possessed. Perhaps his deranged mind had prompted the trade? The Sage uncorked one of the bottles, downing its contents. He idly wondered if the battle mage had swindled him even further. He could just have easily given bottles of water or poison; the Sage would have had no say in the matter. No, that was precisely why the Sage could be certain that the elixirs were genuine. He drank the other one as well before something new interfered.
The Sage got to his feet, feeling revitalized both in body and in spirit. His newfound optimism was cut short by the irritating beeping of the collar. Karl Jak was continuing to shrink the playing field. The Sage got to his feet and began to march up the hill yet again.
Quote:Sage drinks both elixirs now to limit bookkeeping. 4/5 SP remaining.
Sage moves from E1 to E3. (why deadzones? why? let me be super busy in peace -_-)
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