- Location
- England
Calling it now, he'll be the Rin of FoZ!
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Now there's a dilemma:
Henry wants achocobo hippogriff as a familliar. But a hippogriff would mean he has wind affinity. Which means enthusiastic lessons with Karin the Motherfucking Heavy Wind aka. Tristain's Tactical Nuke. Which is bad.
Wat do?
Henry wants a
Wat do?
Silver W. King
King of Adventures
- Location
- The Nasuverse
Why is this a bad thing?
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
Did the spell happen before he even finished chanting?
RazorBlaxe
Just another transient being
- Location
- Earth
I think that's less "oh shit Mother is gonna kill us," and more "holy shit I can't believe that actually work,"
since he just made up his chant, hence why the disbelief.
- Location
- Canada
So, Duke Valierre confirmed for Best Dad.
Aside from that, chances that Best Dad just faked that subtly?
Aside from that, chances that Best Dad just faked that subtly?
- Location
- space
Everyone's chant is a bit different, the interesting part is the premature evaporation.
- Location
- Philippines
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
I see I was not the only one expecting a large boom at the end of the chapter, injured bystanders, and a very cross Heavy Wind!
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Henry might not be a Void mage yet, but it is still possible to become one. We do not know who was Tristain's Void mage before Louise, or when he or she died. Louise could have inherited the Void any time between her birth and when she first started to learn magic. If that Void mage is still alive, it is possible for Henry to wake up one day and no longer be able to use the elemental spell system.
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- Location
- Canada
I'm pleasantly surprised he is not a void mage. Also liking this chapter with best dad.
DevilinDetail
Salty
Not possible. Human Mages can't cast wandlessly; only Elf bullshit.
Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
- Location
- Murica
He still had his staff on him though, right? A properly prepared noble always carries more than one focus.
- Location
- Leeds
I think you're thinking about Geese.
GiftOfLove
From the Heart
I feel like Shade is pretending that Brimir is the Emperor. 'The will of the Founder is absolute'!
Also, the spell going off without the chant might mean he inherited Karin's peculiar affinity, but for a different element instead. Which I would personally find fascinating. Imagine that absurd power turned toward healing instead?
Also, the spell going off without the chant might mean he inherited Karin's peculiar affinity, but for a different element instead. Which I would personally find fascinating. Imagine that absurd power turned toward healing instead?
Molder
An annoyed Lalafell
- Location
- In orbit of a planet orbiting a star.
Or you know tidal waves
- Pronouns
- she/her
Water vapor started coming out before Eleanore finished her chant as well, so I don't think Henry got an indicator of extraordinary talents here. Just confirmation he wasn't the Void mage.
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Vaporised water could also mean Fire affinity... Water, Air and Fire are all possible, but we can reasonably rule out Void and Earth.
Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
- Location
- Murica
FoZ Magic isn't like Harry Potter, where you say a spell and then it comes out. You have to chant continuously to maintain a spell. That's why Mages surround themselves with commoners in big battles, so they can shoot their fireballs without having to dodge enemy attacks.
Chapter Ten
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Ten
It was a dreary day of winter, the snow was falling thickly on the gardens, and I wasn't really glad for the lack of a central heating system. Sure, there were pipes in the walls that transported water, but heating said water was apparently beyond the thoughts of any of the current occupants of the house unless it happened to freeze, and in that case one simply warmed a room enough for the ice to melt back into water.
The problem was that since it was a day of winter, rather than waste wood to warm up various rooms the best decision was to have everyone in the same room which, by token of size, had to be the 'large room that definitely had a purpose, but which I had forgotten since it was anything but worth it to memorize the names of every single one of the fifty plus rooms in the whole mansion'. It did have a name. Whether it was the 'Guest Room number twenty-two, called 'Lilac' on the map' or 'The tea room called 'Mint' because why not' or some other form of room, it had a name.
Every room had its name, and every name had its room.
In the large room which we stood in, Cattleya was sitting on a plush sofa, serenely smiling towards baby-Louise on her lap, who seemed keen on playing with her older sister's long hair. Eleonore was in the background, studying over the books that might have been related to economical theories or to magic, I didn't know and hadn't bothered caring for it. My entire body was practically shoved as close to the chimney as possible, and I would have thrown myself into it if I had the chance.
The problem, unfortunately, was that 'all' the family was present in the room. While 'father' smoked a pipe near a slightly open window at the far end of the room -a clear sign of his hatred towards us, no doubt- 'mother' was instead reading a small book that seemed to be either a trite romance -and I doubted it was something of the sorts- or some form of 'leisure' reading.
I doubted Karin the Heavy Wind would be reading anything similar to 'The Argonian Maid', so it had to be something like an old classic of the time.
"Henry," she said suddenly, "move away from the fire."
I grumbled under my breath as I did so, only to then wait a few minutes, and then begin to scoot closer to the fire once more.
"Henry," Karin said in her 'no arguing allowed' tone. She did not need to specify, for I swiftly backpedaled a few meters back, and ended up sitting on the sofa next to Cattleya, with baby-Louise turning her wide eyes towards me and pouting, one of Cattleya's locks of hair in her mouth.
"You can't eat hair," I said most wisely to the baby, who in turn made a small giggle and turned back to grab another fistful of hair, much to Cattleya's eternal display of patience for allowing it. I furrowed my brows, and then looked out at the snowy sky. "In cold times like this, nothing would warm a cold kid like a feathered round mass like a-"
"No," both Karin and Pierre actually spoke in unison, and I actually had to suppress a giggle at it.
"Though now that I think about it," I said with a small smile, "If, theoretically, I were to summon a hen rather than a hippogriff-"
"As much as a familiar is an extension of a mage, know that I will come and kill it with my own hands," Karin said quite firmly. "So, if you ever summon a hen, you would do best to let it go off in the wilds...or prepare to have it as dinner," her tone was flat, but it wasn't a threat. It was a promise. "A cockatrice, though, would be acceptable. A familiar is not just a simple pet, though some do summon them out of desire for companionship. They are meant to also aid the noble in battle, be it by distracting their foes or by using their own abilities-a Manticore, for example, is capable of firing from its tail long thorns that can be useful while maintaining its and its master's distance from the fray of battle. A hippogriff would need to close in and use its beak, claws or hooves-which would bring its owner directly into the thick of the mettle, and they are not as fast as dragons or griffin, so they would surely be caught quickly by either of the two."
"Oh?" I blinked in surprise, "So when you say you don't want me to have a hippogriff, mother, it is because you think it would be far more dangerous in case I had to use it in battle?" I inclined my head to the side. "But we're at peace, so-it wouldn't matter, would it?"
I was shamelessly lying, but the 'bring out the hidden 'dere' side of mother' was quite honestly my favorite game, and the only one I felt comfortable enough in playing with her in the same room. Usually because it ended with her storming out of the room in 'righteous fury' -and that I though was simply sheer embarrassment at having been found out.
"One knows when peace begins, Henry," Karin said. "But not when it ends," she closed her book. "Yours and Cattleya's birthdays are coming up soon."
"You know my wish, mother dearest," I said quite calmly, "And it shall not change, no matter what the world may think of me."
"Oh? Not even if I were to say you could start with learning magic?" Karin remarked, and at that, my eyes lit up.
"Very well, mother," I said with a nod. "I concede to your superior wisdom."
With a small smile -because it was only family around, and thus Karin would allow herself to 'crack' just a bit of her cool, steel mask- Karin turned towards Cattleya. "Would you like to learn magic too, Cattleya?"
And to that, my sister shook her head gently, holding Louise tightly. "No...actually...I wondered if I could get a pet hen for my birthday, mother-" as her eyes began to widen in doe-like form, Karin's own snapped back to me, her smile now altered into a thin pair of lips.
"I will deny ever having anything to do with this," I said most resolutely. It was actually the truth. I had nothing to do with this. It came out of the left field for me just as much as it did for Karin. "I did not coerce, force, blackmail, pay, plead or otherwise do anything unwarranted, undesired or uncouth towards my twin sister for her words," I raised a hand to my heart. "You have my solemn word on the Founder's faith that-"
"Henry, enough," Karin said flatly, and I shut my mouth immediately. "Cattleya?"
Cattleya had the decency to blush, and look sideways while fiddling with her fingers in front of Louise. "It's just that...brother says they're really the best so...I want one."
Karin's eyebrows both rose in surprise. Cattleya simply looked down at baby Louise. "Is...is it a no, mother?" she made her 'trembling lip' attack, and I shall forever remember it, for in that day, due to the 'trembling lip' attack, the steel mask noisily shattered.
I heard it in the air, the 'creak', the 'crack', the 'crashing down of a facade of steel' that sounded similar to an avalanche abruptly destroying years of cultivated discipline. The trembling Cattleya-lip was...super-effective.
"Y-You can have your hen," Karin said in the end, clenching the sides of her book with her fingers so tightly that her knuckles whitened out, and then the book made an audible 'crack' as the hard leather cover bent under the pressure the Duchess applied to it.
"Thank you, mother," Cattleya said, beaming her a bright smile.
I looked at Cattleya, and then furrowed my brows before shrugging it off.
Still...
This had to be one of those 'Christmas' miracles -the weather was just right for it too, if without the appropriate festivities tied to it.
This could only end well.
It was a dreary day of winter, the snow was falling thickly on the gardens, and I wasn't really glad for the lack of a central heating system. Sure, there were pipes in the walls that transported water, but heating said water was apparently beyond the thoughts of any of the current occupants of the house unless it happened to freeze, and in that case one simply warmed a room enough for the ice to melt back into water.
The problem was that since it was a day of winter, rather than waste wood to warm up various rooms the best decision was to have everyone in the same room which, by token of size, had to be the 'large room that definitely had a purpose, but which I had forgotten since it was anything but worth it to memorize the names of every single one of the fifty plus rooms in the whole mansion'. It did have a name. Whether it was the 'Guest Room number twenty-two, called 'Lilac' on the map' or 'The tea room called 'Mint' because why not' or some other form of room, it had a name.
Every room had its name, and every name had its room.
In the large room which we stood in, Cattleya was sitting on a plush sofa, serenely smiling towards baby-Louise on her lap, who seemed keen on playing with her older sister's long hair. Eleonore was in the background, studying over the books that might have been related to economical theories or to magic, I didn't know and hadn't bothered caring for it. My entire body was practically shoved as close to the chimney as possible, and I would have thrown myself into it if I had the chance.
The problem, unfortunately, was that 'all' the family was present in the room. While 'father' smoked a pipe near a slightly open window at the far end of the room -a clear sign of his hatred towards us, no doubt- 'mother' was instead reading a small book that seemed to be either a trite romance -and I doubted it was something of the sorts- or some form of 'leisure' reading.
I doubted Karin the Heavy Wind would be reading anything similar to 'The Argonian Maid', so it had to be something like an old classic of the time.
"Henry," she said suddenly, "move away from the fire."
I grumbled under my breath as I did so, only to then wait a few minutes, and then begin to scoot closer to the fire once more.
"Henry," Karin said in her 'no arguing allowed' tone. She did not need to specify, for I swiftly backpedaled a few meters back, and ended up sitting on the sofa next to Cattleya, with baby-Louise turning her wide eyes towards me and pouting, one of Cattleya's locks of hair in her mouth.
"You can't eat hair," I said most wisely to the baby, who in turn made a small giggle and turned back to grab another fistful of hair, much to Cattleya's eternal display of patience for allowing it. I furrowed my brows, and then looked out at the snowy sky. "In cold times like this, nothing would warm a cold kid like a feathered round mass like a-"
"No," both Karin and Pierre actually spoke in unison, and I actually had to suppress a giggle at it.
"Though now that I think about it," I said with a small smile, "If, theoretically, I were to summon a hen rather than a hippogriff-"
"As much as a familiar is an extension of a mage, know that I will come and kill it with my own hands," Karin said quite firmly. "So, if you ever summon a hen, you would do best to let it go off in the wilds...or prepare to have it as dinner," her tone was flat, but it wasn't a threat. It was a promise. "A cockatrice, though, would be acceptable. A familiar is not just a simple pet, though some do summon them out of desire for companionship. They are meant to also aid the noble in battle, be it by distracting their foes or by using their own abilities-a Manticore, for example, is capable of firing from its tail long thorns that can be useful while maintaining its and its master's distance from the fray of battle. A hippogriff would need to close in and use its beak, claws or hooves-which would bring its owner directly into the thick of the mettle, and they are not as fast as dragons or griffin, so they would surely be caught quickly by either of the two."
"Oh?" I blinked in surprise, "So when you say you don't want me to have a hippogriff, mother, it is because you think it would be far more dangerous in case I had to use it in battle?" I inclined my head to the side. "But we're at peace, so-it wouldn't matter, would it?"
I was shamelessly lying, but the 'bring out the hidden 'dere' side of mother' was quite honestly my favorite game, and the only one I felt comfortable enough in playing with her in the same room. Usually because it ended with her storming out of the room in 'righteous fury' -and that I though was simply sheer embarrassment at having been found out.
"One knows when peace begins, Henry," Karin said. "But not when it ends," she closed her book. "Yours and Cattleya's birthdays are coming up soon."
"You know my wish, mother dearest," I said quite calmly, "And it shall not change, no matter what the world may think of me."
"Oh? Not even if I were to say you could start with learning magic?" Karin remarked, and at that, my eyes lit up.
"Very well, mother," I said with a nod. "I concede to your superior wisdom."
With a small smile -because it was only family around, and thus Karin would allow herself to 'crack' just a bit of her cool, steel mask- Karin turned towards Cattleya. "Would you like to learn magic too, Cattleya?"
And to that, my sister shook her head gently, holding Louise tightly. "No...actually...I wondered if I could get a pet hen for my birthday, mother-" as her eyes began to widen in doe-like form, Karin's own snapped back to me, her smile now altered into a thin pair of lips.
"I will deny ever having anything to do with this," I said most resolutely. It was actually the truth. I had nothing to do with this. It came out of the left field for me just as much as it did for Karin. "I did not coerce, force, blackmail, pay, plead or otherwise do anything unwarranted, undesired or uncouth towards my twin sister for her words," I raised a hand to my heart. "You have my solemn word on the Founder's faith that-"
"Henry, enough," Karin said flatly, and I shut my mouth immediately. "Cattleya?"
Cattleya had the decency to blush, and look sideways while fiddling with her fingers in front of Louise. "It's just that...brother says they're really the best so...I want one."
Karin's eyebrows both rose in surprise. Cattleya simply looked down at baby Louise. "Is...is it a no, mother?" she made her 'trembling lip' attack, and I shall forever remember it, for in that day, due to the 'trembling lip' attack, the steel mask noisily shattered.
I heard it in the air, the 'creak', the 'crack', the 'crashing down of a facade of steel' that sounded similar to an avalanche abruptly destroying years of cultivated discipline. The trembling Cattleya-lip was...super-effective.
"Y-You can have your hen," Karin said in the end, clenching the sides of her book with her fingers so tightly that her knuckles whitened out, and then the book made an audible 'crack' as the hard leather cover bent under the pressure the Duchess applied to it.
"Thank you, mother," Cattleya said, beaming her a bright smile.
I looked at Cattleya, and then furrowed my brows before shrugging it off.
Still...
This had to be one of those 'Christmas' miracles -the weather was just right for it too, if without the appropriate festivities tied to it.
This could only end well.
Or in fire glorious, glorious FIRE
- Location
- Greece
Huh, I remember something similar happening to me as well. Although, it was summer, the hen was a rooster, it belonged to a friendly elderly couple and we ate it after it pitched my twin brother in the butt when he went in the henhouse to get some eggs.
To it's credit, my brother threw stones at the hens to get them to move away from the eggs, but chasing him all the way to the exit was a bit harsh. My family and I would have helped but we were too busy laughing our asses off to do anything. I was 5, don't judge me.
I remember my brother crying to the elderly couple, the woman getting angry and asking her husband to fetch the axe. Next thing I know we were eating roasted rooster, which was very delicious. The fact that my brother had to eat while sitting with his bandaged bottocks in the air, made it all the sweeter.
This sentence sounds so dirty to me for some reason.
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And with Shade's luck, this is a crossover with Witcher and Geralt will kill the cockatrice before Shade can even name it "Bonzu Pippinpaddleopsicopolis the Third".
Damn, with Karin's "Manticore is best familiar" propaganda, I expect Henry's new outfit to be something like this:
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