A Conjuror's journey
Interlude 1: Louise
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière, third daughter of the noble Vallière family, was not in the least bit nervous as she approached the door to her family home. Her will is steel, her confidence unshakeable.
"No need to fret, child, I shall wait out here and give you some privacy." The old sorcerer told her reassuringly, as if she needed it... and calling her a child again, too! The nerve of that man! We've talked about this, I am an adult. A grown woman, I can do do anything I want and I don't need encouraging by some perverted old man!
Letting go of the cloak that she was not nervously wringing in her hands, she threw open the door. A maid, looking to see the cause of the commotion, tripped over their own feet and toppled to the floor in a pile of linen. The doors slowly closed on their own, leaving the girl and maid in an awkward silence as they stared at one another. The maid had a look of dawning horror at her unprofessional appearance, but Louise was far too nervous to punish the woman.
Standing, the servant approached. "My apologies my lady, last I had heard, the Duchess was on the hunt for your abductor... May I get you anything?"
Oh no... I forgot to write home! Mother is going to- No, you can explain everything. You are a proper mage now, with magic and a familiar and you even brought a cure for Cattleya! And the maid is watching you in concern...
Clearing her throat, Louise replied, "No thank you, I must speak with Cattleya at once." Heading for the stairs, she paused to reluctantly add, "Master Cynric is out front, he is a guest, see that he is treated as such."
Heading up the stairs and down the halls to her sister's room, Louise sighed to herself in relief that explaining the situation to her mother could be put off for now. Knocking on the door, Louise entered the room to find her sister behind her dressing screen. "I told you, I'm fine. I can dress myself you know... Tell Eleanor that I'll be down for dinner in a few minutes."
Drat, I forgot about Eleanor. "Er... Ok, sis... I just be go-" Her sarcastic remark was cut off as the privacy screen was thrown to the floor and she was scooped into a hug by the supposedly ailing woman.
"Little Louise! Where have you been? I was so worried about you!" The elder pinkette said, crushing the younger to her bosom. Muffled speech reached Cattleya's ears, forcing her to end the hug and look at Louise's embarrassed face. "Oh, I'm sorry... Can you repeat that?"
Turning away to ignore her jealousy, Louise did as requested. "I wasn't kidnapped, I simply left the academy when I acquired a private tutor."
"But the headmaster said he was attacked when he tried to stop your kidnapper... He was covered in bruises and limping!" Cattleya refuted.
Shaking her head, Louise explained. "No, those bruises are from his secretary... there's something wrong with that place if you ask me. I was covered in blood from a summoning accident and they had me sitting in his office for hours... they didn't even let me wash up first. Anyway, master Cynric and I went to Tarbes so that he could train me away from their lunacy." With a fake incantation and a twirl of her wand over her left hand, Louise made an Ice Spike. It's not lying, she's too sick for surprises like wandless magic. Nodding at the rationalization, Louise continued. "I learned this in one day with him! He's the best teacher I've ever had."
Another hug, less bone crushing this time. "Oh Louise, I'm so proud of you! I always said you would be able to do it some day. Oh, you simply must show mother when she comes home." Going back to the wardrobe, Cattleya set about finishing her outfit. "Am I going to meet this instructor of yours? Is he here with you?"
With a nervous laugh, Louise nodded. Rule of Steel or no, she was not looking forward to reuniting with her mother. "Um... Sis... I um... I actually came home for a reason... I made something for you." Pulling the decanter of potion from her pocket, she sat down on the bed.
"Hmm?" Cattleya buttoned the top of her blouse and looked over her shoulder. "What is it, a perfume?"
Of course even someone as wonderful as Cattleya doesn't even consider that you could make something magical. No, that's not fair to her, it could be anything... well, not anything. It's obviously not a bird or a table or... focus!
"It's a potion!" Louise winced at the resentment that had leaked into her voice, but continued. "Master Cynric taught me how to make a potion from his homeland... he says it can cure any disease that isn't caused by magic."
With a soft smile, Cattleya sat beside the younger girl. "That's very kind of you Louise, thank you." Taking the potion, she walked toward the window to look out over the property. After drinking the potion with no sign of hesitance, she asked, "Is that hooded figure with father your new teacher?"
"Cattleya, my dear sister, I think there might be something wrong with you... taking a mysterious potion for a serious illness and the first thing you ask is abou... wait, WHAT?!" Rushing to the window, Louise threw open the balcony doors.
"-or rescuing my youngest, but my other daughter's illness is incurable." Duke Valliere's voice could be heard as the two approached the doors. "If you really think you can cure my daughter, then by all means. Know this however, we have had many make that same claim before you."
Laughing as he walked behind the Duke, Cynric replied, "Of course, of course. Only a fool would pay a stranger at his word. No, I believe your daughters shall be down to prove my claims by meal time." With that, the blonde entered the manor, the old sorcerer looking up at the balcony with a jaunty wave before following.
"Did... did he just attempt to swindle our father?" Louise asks, incredulous at what she witnessed.
Covering her mouth as she giggled, Cattleya turned to leave. "Maybe, but I am starting to feel much better."
"But I was already going to give you the potion! That's the whole reason we came here!" Louise protested as the two headed for the stairs.
Smiling benevolently at her little sister, the elder pinkette replied, "Come now Louise, surely you won't begrudge the man who taught you magic being compensated for his work?" Unable to argue with that logic, Louise shook her head. Clapping with delight, Cattleya skipped down the hall. "Excellent, then let's go help convince father to believe whatever pack of lies he's being fed!"
Watching with unrestrained envy at her sister's bouncing, Louise crossed her arms and hurried after. So many years of unending fatigue and lounging is probably the only reason she's so much more developed. Of course eating and sleeping all day will build up those mounds of fat.
Slipping off the rail at the end of her slide, Cattleya laughed as she shoved her way through the doors of the dinning hall with Louise still working on descending the staircase. "Good evening father, isn't everything wonderful?" She said with far too much cheer as she approached the blonde man at the end of the table.
Looking at her as if she had grown a second head, the duke nodded, by instinct if nothing else. "I... yes, it is." Looking between his daughter and the old wizard who was calmly carving a roast duck, he asked, "Are you feeling alright dear?"
Hardly waiting for him to finish, she twirled as she walked around the table and took a seat. "Never better father! No more lung pains or tiredness... I daresay I feel healthy enough to wrestle mother's familiar, but I wouldn't want to hurt the poor thing."
Louise's entrance granted him the perfect opportunity to ignore that his child just suggested wrestling a manticore. Standing, the man walked over and pulled his youngest daughter into a hug. "Thank goodness you're unharmed. When word arrived of your abduction, your mother went into a frenzy. She left before I could reason with her to organize a proper search and now here you are while she gallivants around the countryside."
"I'm sorry father, I should have-" Louise begins, only to be cut off when he tightens his grip.
"No, it isn't your fault. No one can expect a student to fight off an agent of the Reconquista, especially without any skill in magic." Her indignant cries at that slight were muffled by fabric. "You're lucky that the heathen decided to camp out near Tarbes or who knows what would have happened to you."
With a confused look toward her teacher, the girl tried to push her unusually emotional father away. Seeing this, the old wizard set his silverware down and spoke. "Yes, clearly your family is blessed with good fortune. I was already in the area to hunt down a group of poachers, it was only right that I help your daughter."
"Indeed and you shall be rightly rewarded for doing so... If Cattleya remains in good health, I shall arrange compensation for that as well." Looking back down at Louise, he says, "I only want what is best for you. That is why I have decided to send for the Viscount in the morning, you shall be safely married as soon as possible."
No! Not now, not when I finally have proof that I'm a proper mage!
"But father, I'm not ready to be married! I still have my studies to complete!" Louise protested, resisting the urge to stomp petulantly.
Ignoring her complaints, he worries at his mustache. "Your fruitless attempts at magic were embarrassing at first, but as the years went by and you still showed no signs of learning, your mother and I were starting to grow concerned for this family's future. Eleanore's inability to keep a fiance, Cattleya's illness, and your own lack of magical ability... Was our family cursed? We're none of our children going to continue our line?" Pinning his daughter with a stern gaze, the man announced, "Your time for pretending to study have come to an end. We were fortunate enough that the Viscount was willing to wed a magic-less noble and I will not have that endangered because of your inability to protect yourself!"
"Father, you're being unreasonable. Louise is a capab-" Cattleya attempts to argue.
Shouting, the duke interrupts. "This is not up for debate! Do you not care that your sister could have died?" Turning to Cynric, the man declares, "It is time for you to leave. One of the servants will sort out your payment."
Choose 1:
[] Attempt to persuade the duke.
[] Accept the payment and leave.
[] Kidnap both pinkettes!
[] Murder the man with some shock magic, nobody orders you around.
[] Write in.
"No need to fret, child, I shall wait out here and give you some privacy." The old sorcerer told her reassuringly, as if she needed it... and calling her a child again, too! The nerve of that man! We've talked about this, I am an adult. A grown woman, I can do do anything I want and I don't need encouraging by some perverted old man!
Letting go of the cloak that she was not nervously wringing in her hands, she threw open the door. A maid, looking to see the cause of the commotion, tripped over their own feet and toppled to the floor in a pile of linen. The doors slowly closed on their own, leaving the girl and maid in an awkward silence as they stared at one another. The maid had a look of dawning horror at her unprofessional appearance, but Louise was far too nervous to punish the woman.
Standing, the servant approached. "My apologies my lady, last I had heard, the Duchess was on the hunt for your abductor... May I get you anything?"
Oh no... I forgot to write home! Mother is going to- No, you can explain everything. You are a proper mage now, with magic and a familiar and you even brought a cure for Cattleya! And the maid is watching you in concern...
Clearing her throat, Louise replied, "No thank you, I must speak with Cattleya at once." Heading for the stairs, she paused to reluctantly add, "Master Cynric is out front, he is a guest, see that he is treated as such."
Heading up the stairs and down the halls to her sister's room, Louise sighed to herself in relief that explaining the situation to her mother could be put off for now. Knocking on the door, Louise entered the room to find her sister behind her dressing screen. "I told you, I'm fine. I can dress myself you know... Tell Eleanor that I'll be down for dinner in a few minutes."
Drat, I forgot about Eleanor. "Er... Ok, sis... I just be go-" Her sarcastic remark was cut off as the privacy screen was thrown to the floor and she was scooped into a hug by the supposedly ailing woman.
"Little Louise! Where have you been? I was so worried about you!" The elder pinkette said, crushing the younger to her bosom. Muffled speech reached Cattleya's ears, forcing her to end the hug and look at Louise's embarrassed face. "Oh, I'm sorry... Can you repeat that?"
Turning away to ignore her jealousy, Louise did as requested. "I wasn't kidnapped, I simply left the academy when I acquired a private tutor."
"But the headmaster said he was attacked when he tried to stop your kidnapper... He was covered in bruises and limping!" Cattleya refuted.
Shaking her head, Louise explained. "No, those bruises are from his secretary... there's something wrong with that place if you ask me. I was covered in blood from a summoning accident and they had me sitting in his office for hours... they didn't even let me wash up first. Anyway, master Cynric and I went to Tarbes so that he could train me away from their lunacy." With a fake incantation and a twirl of her wand over her left hand, Louise made an Ice Spike. It's not lying, she's too sick for surprises like wandless magic. Nodding at the rationalization, Louise continued. "I learned this in one day with him! He's the best teacher I've ever had."
Another hug, less bone crushing this time. "Oh Louise, I'm so proud of you! I always said you would be able to do it some day. Oh, you simply must show mother when she comes home." Going back to the wardrobe, Cattleya set about finishing her outfit. "Am I going to meet this instructor of yours? Is he here with you?"
With a nervous laugh, Louise nodded. Rule of Steel or no, she was not looking forward to reuniting with her mother. "Um... Sis... I um... I actually came home for a reason... I made something for you." Pulling the decanter of potion from her pocket, she sat down on the bed.
"Hmm?" Cattleya buttoned the top of her blouse and looked over her shoulder. "What is it, a perfume?"
Of course even someone as wonderful as Cattleya doesn't even consider that you could make something magical. No, that's not fair to her, it could be anything... well, not anything. It's obviously not a bird or a table or... focus!
"It's a potion!" Louise winced at the resentment that had leaked into her voice, but continued. "Master Cynric taught me how to make a potion from his homeland... he says it can cure any disease that isn't caused by magic."
With a soft smile, Cattleya sat beside the younger girl. "That's very kind of you Louise, thank you." Taking the potion, she walked toward the window to look out over the property. After drinking the potion with no sign of hesitance, she asked, "Is that hooded figure with father your new teacher?"
"Cattleya, my dear sister, I think there might be something wrong with you... taking a mysterious potion for a serious illness and the first thing you ask is abou... wait, WHAT?!" Rushing to the window, Louise threw open the balcony doors.
"-or rescuing my youngest, but my other daughter's illness is incurable." Duke Valliere's voice could be heard as the two approached the doors. "If you really think you can cure my daughter, then by all means. Know this however, we have had many make that same claim before you."
Laughing as he walked behind the Duke, Cynric replied, "Of course, of course. Only a fool would pay a stranger at his word. No, I believe your daughters shall be down to prove my claims by meal time." With that, the blonde entered the manor, the old sorcerer looking up at the balcony with a jaunty wave before following.
"Did... did he just attempt to swindle our father?" Louise asks, incredulous at what she witnessed.
Covering her mouth as she giggled, Cattleya turned to leave. "Maybe, but I am starting to feel much better."
"But I was already going to give you the potion! That's the whole reason we came here!" Louise protested as the two headed for the stairs.
Smiling benevolently at her little sister, the elder pinkette replied, "Come now Louise, surely you won't begrudge the man who taught you magic being compensated for his work?" Unable to argue with that logic, Louise shook her head. Clapping with delight, Cattleya skipped down the hall. "Excellent, then let's go help convince father to believe whatever pack of lies he's being fed!"
Watching with unrestrained envy at her sister's bouncing, Louise crossed her arms and hurried after. So many years of unending fatigue and lounging is probably the only reason she's so much more developed. Of course eating and sleeping all day will build up those mounds of fat.
Slipping off the rail at the end of her slide, Cattleya laughed as she shoved her way through the doors of the dinning hall with Louise still working on descending the staircase. "Good evening father, isn't everything wonderful?" She said with far too much cheer as she approached the blonde man at the end of the table.
Looking at her as if she had grown a second head, the duke nodded, by instinct if nothing else. "I... yes, it is." Looking between his daughter and the old wizard who was calmly carving a roast duck, he asked, "Are you feeling alright dear?"
Hardly waiting for him to finish, she twirled as she walked around the table and took a seat. "Never better father! No more lung pains or tiredness... I daresay I feel healthy enough to wrestle mother's familiar, but I wouldn't want to hurt the poor thing."
Louise's entrance granted him the perfect opportunity to ignore that his child just suggested wrestling a manticore. Standing, the man walked over and pulled his youngest daughter into a hug. "Thank goodness you're unharmed. When word arrived of your abduction, your mother went into a frenzy. She left before I could reason with her to organize a proper search and now here you are while she gallivants around the countryside."
"I'm sorry father, I should have-" Louise begins, only to be cut off when he tightens his grip.
"No, it isn't your fault. No one can expect a student to fight off an agent of the Reconquista, especially without any skill in magic." Her indignant cries at that slight were muffled by fabric. "You're lucky that the heathen decided to camp out near Tarbes or who knows what would have happened to you."
With a confused look toward her teacher, the girl tried to push her unusually emotional father away. Seeing this, the old wizard set his silverware down and spoke. "Yes, clearly your family is blessed with good fortune. I was already in the area to hunt down a group of poachers, it was only right that I help your daughter."
"Indeed and you shall be rightly rewarded for doing so... If Cattleya remains in good health, I shall arrange compensation for that as well." Looking back down at Louise, he says, "I only want what is best for you. That is why I have decided to send for the Viscount in the morning, you shall be safely married as soon as possible."
No! Not now, not when I finally have proof that I'm a proper mage!
"But father, I'm not ready to be married! I still have my studies to complete!" Louise protested, resisting the urge to stomp petulantly.
Ignoring her complaints, he worries at his mustache. "Your fruitless attempts at magic were embarrassing at first, but as the years went by and you still showed no signs of learning, your mother and I were starting to grow concerned for this family's future. Eleanore's inability to keep a fiance, Cattleya's illness, and your own lack of magical ability... Was our family cursed? We're none of our children going to continue our line?" Pinning his daughter with a stern gaze, the man announced, "Your time for pretending to study have come to an end. We were fortunate enough that the Viscount was willing to wed a magic-less noble and I will not have that endangered because of your inability to protect yourself!"
"Father, you're being unreasonable. Louise is a capab-" Cattleya attempts to argue.
Shouting, the duke interrupts. "This is not up for debate! Do you not care that your sister could have died?" Turning to Cynric, the man declares, "It is time for you to leave. One of the servants will sort out your payment."
Choose 1:
[] Attempt to persuade the duke.
[] Appeal to him as the girl's teacher.
[] Write in.
[] Write in.
[] Accept the payment and leave.
[] You still have a manticore to kill anyway.
[] Kidnap both pinkettes!
[] Murder the man with some shock magic, nobody orders you around.
[] Write in.
TheLurker
Random Omnipotent Lazy-As-Fuck Being
- Location
- The space beyond the stars
[X] Look him in the eye, order louise to demonstrate her magic. (Her REAL magic. Not that ridiculous wand-waving crap. We have pride as a teacher dammit.) and then thwap him on the head with your staff for being an uppity little brat.
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- Location
- St. Petersburg
No, that's the reason you came here! We came here to get paid and have a hunt for our head called off.
...c-can we swap one apprentice for the other? It's not too late, right? <3
[x] Get the Duke to HIRE you as Louise's teacher. Offer to demonstrate results by sunset, since your credentials have already been established by curing his other daughter.
Why go for a withering stare when you can prove your point and milk him some more! She already knows magic, but the Duke is not aware of that, and we need to legalise our position as a tutor, not an abductor, which the father's decree would do easily.
I don't think Louise would mind getting a bit of revenge for being constantly ignored either, and those money will go towards her apprenticeship one way or another anyway.
We need to swindle with style!
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PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Well that was almost a 5 way tie... I would have had to make you mind control the father, tell him of your position as tutor, smack him with a can, take his money, and abduct both daughters... either that or wait longer, but Plan Lurker came out ahead as the only option with more than one vote.
Ascertaining The Dimensions of Chickens.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
"That will not be necessary." You say, picking the cutlery up again and loading your plate with food. "As Louise is my apprentice, I would be remiss in my duties if I left now."
Gracing you with a huge smile, Louise visibly relaxed at your words. Her father on the other hand, appeared torn between anger at your refusal and confusion. You couldn't care less about the feelings of a man who attempted to interrupt your meal. Ignoring his words, you twirl your fork toward Louise and order, "Frost." Taking a bite, you chew it calmly as she fiddles with her wand nervously. "None of that, you know better."
It takes her a moment, but soon she is creating a layer of ice across the top of the table. "That's wonderful Louise! Splendid spellwork by a successful sorceress!" The elder pink one cheers, causing you to pause and stare. Was that on purpose, or is she just like that? "Why, I didn't even see your wand movements, let alone an incantation!"
Scoffing, you decide to put a swift end to that nonsense. "Of course not, I refuse to allow my student to use such useless methods."
"Heresy! You dare insult traditions passed down from the Founder of magic himself!" The duke roars in anger. You suddenly bursting into laughter at that statement certainly isn't helping the situation.
Rising from your seat, you walk toward the enraged man. The two of you stare each other in the eye for several moments before you jab him in the forehead with your staff. "And you dare spout myths as truth while insulting my apprentice's ability, therefore insulting my ability to teach and staining my honor!" You declare, as though you actually cared about the opinions of fools. Still, the fact that this man stayed behind while his wife went out to hunt for you demonstrates a lack of martial prowess on his part. "As you can see, after a short while in my presence, Louise can now use magic. I have accomplished in days what you people have failed to do in over a decade and you think to know better because of tradition?"
Sneering imperiously at the fallen noble, you turn away dramatically, leaving your back exposed to show what you think of him. Predictably, the Duke casts a green bolt of energy at you from his scepter, but you merely supplement your inborn ability to absorb magicka by activating your Dragonskin. Whatever the spell is, you let it hit you directly in the face, using the energy from the attack to fuel your own sparks as you electrocute the stunned man into unconsciousness.
Taking your seat again, you dig into the meal once more. After your second helping of roast-whatever passes in silence, you look up at the other occupants of the dinning room. "If you are not going to eat or speak, could you at least have one of the servants remove your father? Preferably before his soiled trousers ruin foul the air any more."
Cattleya bursts into laughter, at what you aren't sure, but she does summon a pair of maids to do as you asked. Blaming the odd behavior on her suddenly improved health, look to the younger pinkette. Louise just stares at you in open mouthed shock. You'd thought she would have learned how you operate by now, there was only one way this could have turned out once her father attempted to impose his will on the group. Honestly, if he wasn't the father of your apprentice, you would have simply fried him to death and looted the place.
"H-h-how d-did you... What was THAT?!" Louise finally overcoming her shock enough to speak, but apparently not enough to think... not a good trait to have if she continues on with you in your journeys. Who knows what shocking things you're bound to come across.
Finishing your current mouthful, you ask, "How did I What was what?" At that, you could practically hear the girl's mental gears grind back into motion... or maybe that was her teeth grinding.
"You just let father's spell hit you! I've seen that spell crumble stone and you're perfectly fine! HOW?!" She shrieks, actually snapping her wand in frustration. You watch as she seems to forget about her own question, turning into a tiny pink ball of hysteria over her useless twig's sudden division.
Sighing at your apprentices forgetfulness, you-
Choose 1:
[] Decide you've had enough for one night and search for the master bedroom to sleep in.
[] Remind the girl that her wand was pointless anyway.
[] Ignore the child and finish your meal. Speak with Cattleya when she returns from wherever she went... probably looking after the Duke.
[] Enough drama! Fly through the window and go face that manticore in mortal combat!
[] The meal is ruined. Go to the kitchen and sacrifice the cooking staff to Hircine.
[] Write in.
Gracing you with a huge smile, Louise visibly relaxed at your words. Her father on the other hand, appeared torn between anger at your refusal and confusion. You couldn't care less about the feelings of a man who attempted to interrupt your meal. Ignoring his words, you twirl your fork toward Louise and order, "Frost." Taking a bite, you chew it calmly as she fiddles with her wand nervously. "None of that, you know better."
It takes her a moment, but soon she is creating a layer of ice across the top of the table. "That's wonderful Louise! Splendid spellwork by a successful sorceress!" The elder pink one cheers, causing you to pause and stare. Was that on purpose, or is she just like that? "Why, I didn't even see your wand movements, let alone an incantation!"
Scoffing, you decide to put a swift end to that nonsense. "Of course not, I refuse to allow my student to use such useless methods."
"Heresy! You dare insult traditions passed down from the Founder of magic himself!" The duke roars in anger. You suddenly bursting into laughter at that statement certainly isn't helping the situation.
Rising from your seat, you walk toward the enraged man. The two of you stare each other in the eye for several moments before you jab him in the forehead with your staff. "And you dare spout myths as truth while insulting my apprentice's ability, therefore insulting my ability to teach and staining my honor!" You declare, as though you actually cared about the opinions of fools. Still, the fact that this man stayed behind while his wife went out to hunt for you demonstrates a lack of martial prowess on his part. "As you can see, after a short while in my presence, Louise can now use magic. I have accomplished in days what you people have failed to do in over a decade and you think to know better because of tradition?"
Sneering imperiously at the fallen noble, you turn away dramatically, leaving your back exposed to show what you think of him. Predictably, the Duke casts a green bolt of energy at you from his scepter, but you merely supplement your inborn ability to absorb magicka by activating your Dragonskin. Whatever the spell is, you let it hit you directly in the face, using the energy from the attack to fuel your own sparks as you electrocute the stunned man into unconsciousness.
Taking your seat again, you dig into the meal once more. After your second helping of roast-whatever passes in silence, you look up at the other occupants of the dinning room. "If you are not going to eat or speak, could you at least have one of the servants remove your father? Preferably before his soiled trousers ruin foul the air any more."
Cattleya bursts into laughter, at what you aren't sure, but she does summon a pair of maids to do as you asked. Blaming the odd behavior on her suddenly improved health, look to the younger pinkette. Louise just stares at you in open mouthed shock. You'd thought she would have learned how you operate by now, there was only one way this could have turned out once her father attempted to impose his will on the group. Honestly, if he wasn't the father of your apprentice, you would have simply fried him to death and looted the place.
"H-h-how d-did you... What was THAT?!" Louise finally overcoming her shock enough to speak, but apparently not enough to think... not a good trait to have if she continues on with you in your journeys. Who knows what shocking things you're bound to come across.
Finishing your current mouthful, you ask, "How did I What was what?" At that, you could practically hear the girl's mental gears grind back into motion... or maybe that was her teeth grinding.
"You just let father's spell hit you! I've seen that spell crumble stone and you're perfectly fine! HOW?!" She shrieks, actually snapping her wand in frustration. You watch as she seems to forget about her own question, turning into a tiny pink ball of hysteria over her useless twig's sudden division.
Sighing at your apprentices forgetfulness, you-
Choose 1:
[] Decide you've had enough for one night and search for the master bedroom to sleep in.
[] Remind the girl that her wand was pointless anyway.
[] Ignore the child and finish your meal. Speak with Cattleya when she returns from wherever she went... probably looking after the Duke.
[] Enough drama! Fly through the window and go face that manticore in mortal combat!
[] The meal is ruined. Go to the kitchen and sacrifice the cooking staff to Hircine.
[] Write in.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Nooo! Our easy money! Now we'll have to put actual effort into robbing him.
[x] Decide you've had enough for one night and search for the master bedroom to sleep in.
[x] Decide you've had enough for one night and search for the master bedroom to sleep in.
I know it's a running gag at this point, but I think it may be one of the greatest Recurring Villains You've Never Met.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Nameless Manticore is accumulating 13 megahitlers on the karmic scale for every day hir life continues.
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Hydrochlorinate
Semi-Professional Human
- Location
- Somewhere, enjoying winter
[
] Enough drama! Fly through the window and go face that manticore in mortal combat!
I wouldn't be surprised if the Manticore (yes it deserves the capital M) somehow crosses dimensions with us if we don't kill it.
[X] Remind the girl that her wand was pointless anyway
] Enough drama! Fly through the window and go face that manticore in mortal combat!I wouldn't be surprised if the Manticore (yes it deserves the capital M) somehow crosses dimensions with us if we don't kill it.
[X] Remind the girl that her wand was pointless anyway
A Short Conversation
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
As the girl continues to fret over her broken wand, you decide enough is enough. Picking up a roll, you toss it into her face. Once she is properly focused on you, confused eyes and tear stained cheeks on full display, you point at the wood in her hands and say, "You do realize that you do not need a wand, yes?"
"I- but... what about your staff?" She asks.
pointing toward the staff where it had been sitting since you sat down, you reply, "Not a magical foci any more than this fork. I merely enchanted a sturdy staff with Levitation, no other special properties."
"Oh. I guess that's good news then." She says, not looking any happier as she stares down at the broken stick.
Damnable children and their 'needs'. "We could get you a staff or a sword if you wanted, but it isn't necessary for your magic."
Perking up, Louise looks at you as if the thought of replacing her wand hadn't even crossed her mind. "Of course, it's just good sense to find a replacement." She declares, making you wonder at who she is trying to fool with these little acts of haughtiness.
Well, best bring down that attitude. "Hmm... then again, you would look absolutely ridiculous with a staff." You laugh far too loudly to be real, but she takes the bait.
"What are you implying?" Louise demands, gritting her teeth.
Tossing your staff to the girl, you tell her to pick it up. "See, you are just comically short. No, we shall have to avoid staves when it comes to you."
"I don't need one anyway! I can purchase a sword-wand to maintain a proper noble appearance." She responds with anger and stalks toward the door. Before stepping out, she says over her shoulder, "Of course, with your tattered robes, you wouldn't know anything about that."
With your apprentice's melancholy avoided and the room empty except yourself, you finish your meal quickly before leaving to wander the halls. Eventually you stumble upon an unoccupied bedroom and go to sleep.
The next day, you-
Choose 1:
[] Take Louise shopping for her sword.
[] Continue Louise's magical training.
[] Decide to start building one of your Oblivion gates, just in case you decide to leave.
[] Who knows what the Manticore has been up to all this time, best get to killing it.
[] Write in.
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A/N: This chapter was delayed by life, I do apologize.
"I- but... what about your staff?" She asks.
pointing toward the staff where it had been sitting since you sat down, you reply, "Not a magical foci any more than this fork. I merely enchanted a sturdy staff with Levitation, no other special properties."
"Oh. I guess that's good news then." She says, not looking any happier as she stares down at the broken stick.
Damnable children and their 'needs'. "We could get you a staff or a sword if you wanted, but it isn't necessary for your magic."
Perking up, Louise looks at you as if the thought of replacing her wand hadn't even crossed her mind. "Of course, it's just good sense to find a replacement." She declares, making you wonder at who she is trying to fool with these little acts of haughtiness.
Well, best bring down that attitude. "Hmm... then again, you would look absolutely ridiculous with a staff." You laugh far too loudly to be real, but she takes the bait.
"What are you implying?" Louise demands, gritting her teeth.
Tossing your staff to the girl, you tell her to pick it up. "See, you are just comically short. No, we shall have to avoid staves when it comes to you."
"I don't need one anyway! I can purchase a sword-wand to maintain a proper noble appearance." She responds with anger and stalks toward the door. Before stepping out, she says over her shoulder, "Of course, with your tattered robes, you wouldn't know anything about that."
With your apprentice's melancholy avoided and the room empty except yourself, you finish your meal quickly before leaving to wander the halls. Eventually you stumble upon an unoccupied bedroom and go to sleep.
The next day, you-
Choose 1:
[] Take Louise shopping for her sword.
[] Continue Louise's magical training.
[] Destruction
[] Enchanting
[] Alchemy
[] Illusion
[] Enchanting
[] Alchemy
[] Illusion
[] Decide to start building one of your Oblivion gates, just in case you decide to leave.
[] Who knows what the Manticore has been up to all this time, best get to killing it.
[] Write in.
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A/N: This chapter was delayed by life, I do apologize.
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[X] Take Louise shopping for her sword.
He's a bound spirit in a sword. A Daedric artifact.
Derflinger is a familiar thing.
He's a bound spirit in a sword. A Daedric artifact.