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| Random Nom | Oct 2 2016, 05:20 PM Post #1 |
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Advocate of Zaunite sewer rats!
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Author's Note It was late night, and the city of Piltover was, for the most part, asleep. There was one resident in particular, who just came back from his work, ready to rest, happened to dream of his past as he slept. A while ago, in the cheery town of Bandle City, there lay a young Yordle whose heart was full of adventure and daring. Every day after school the Yordle would run off his friends, playing with them and imagining they were on grand adventures to explore mysterious lands and find ancient relics. Though the weapons they wielded were small tree branches and rocks, in their imaginative minds they brandished steel blades and cast searing fireballs that crushed the foes they faced on their journey to find treasure. The young adventurer's name was Weiss Pofomis. The bunny-like furry wanderer relished the pretend adventures he had, and couldn't wait for the day he was old enough to leave his hometown to see what discoveries and mysteries lay beyond Bandle City. His parents, however, could. "You know better than to be an explorer," they told him. "It's too risky and unstable. You'll never get enough money. You'll live a life of constant danger." For years Weiss' parents tried to dissuade his aspirations, encouraging him to grow to be a scientist. They were, in fact, researchers at the Yordle Academy of Science and Progress, following the works of Heimerdinger and hoping their son would do the same. However, Weiss knew what he wanted to be, and the path his parents set for him was not the one he would walk. Throughout his growing of age he held on to his dreams, promising himself that one day everything would change. The flame that was his will only burned brighter when he discovered the works of Ezreal. Staring at him were the recorded logs of not only someone who dedicated his life to exploration, but excelled at it. Ezreal's popularity only proved to him that people like Weiss existed, people who sought adventure. He would make his dreams come true, he thought to himself. There was a way. "There is NO WAY you're leaving here! You're going to quit your childish ideals and get a real job!" Weiss' father yelled. A few years later Weiss was the age of an adult now, done with his studies and ready to escape the metaphorical prison he had been trapped in. He told his parents he was setting out to find a place to start when he was met with hostility. A now grown Weiss, hot headed and frustrated with the obstacle blocking him for years, argued back. "You're not in control of who I am! This is who I want to be, and I don't care if you don't like it!!" A long night of heated debate caused the Yordle to be sent away from his home. Packing his immediate belongings, Weiss left Bandle City. Determined to take control of his life now, he set off south towards the Guardian's Sea, wanting to witness it himself for the first time. The distance was days long and not one he was used to, but the strong-willed Yordle pushed through until he reached his destination. It was nighttime, and the full moon glistened upon the sea below, illuminating it with sparkly light. The sight was gorgeous--it reminded him of why he chose his path. Weiss held on to the sight for as long as he could before he fell asleep to the sounds of the hungry waves lapping at the shore and the gentleness of the night breeze on his fur. It was the most peaceful slumber the Yordle ever had, more serenity he had ever felt here than in the walls of his own home. After a time, he awoke. Weiss wasn't sure where to go. He was planning on travelling upwards towards the Soblestone Mountains when suddenly he heard an odd tune. The Yordle turned to face it, and discovered a mysterious amphibian creature playing a somber tune. It strung its rather large tongue as a guitar, stopping and turning towards the Yordle as their gazes met. "Excuse my song," the rather large frog creature spoke. "A bit of practice on such a lovely evening." Weiss stared for a second. "Who are you?" "Boy, the world's a river, and I'm its king," it replied. "Ain't no place I haven't been. Ain't no place I can't go again." The Yordle's bunny ears propped up. "W-wait. You're-" "Tahm Kench. The River King. Or so they call me." "I've heard about you! You've eaten Yordles alive!" "Boy, all just myths and rumors. I offered 'em a deal, and they gladly took it, thinking they could get by without payin' their part of the bargain. Son, you think it's easy takin' people places around the world? I ain't no taxi, and a deal's a deal. They made the deal, and now they payed. Now, boy," his voice turned sly as he lept to the shore and walked over to Weiss, "I know you got troubles. There's no way a lonesome rabbit like you is gonna get past the Mountains without gettin' yerself killed. I don't claim to be humble, but a simple contract and I can lead you to your most inner desires..." Tahm eyed Weiss, awaiting an answer. Everything about this felt wrong to Weiss. However, Tahm was right. He had little experience, so something like traversing the mountains would have been life-threatening, most likely. There was no way he was gonna go back to Bandle City and beg his parents to accept him again, either. "And w-what do you want for-" Before the Yordle could finish his sentence, the catfish replied promptly. "All I ask is for a feast every once in a while. Take me in, and treat me to some dinner now and then, and you can consider your bargain payed." It'll lead me out of this hellhole. It'll lead me out of this hellhole, Weiss thought to himself as justification for making a deal with the toad monster. He just needed somewhere to start. Besides, he was sure he could pay whatever price Tahm was asking for. "O-" Again, before he could even mutter out 'Okay', the demon snapped him up with his tongue and pulled the Yordle into his mouth, and dived into the waters. A short couple days of travel later, Weiss was spat out into a little town in Shurima called Bel'Zhun. There was a central port with many merchants wandering around. This was perfect, the Yordle thought. Surely someone here will take me in and show me the ways of an adventurer. It was a good couple hours before someone actually considered his enlistment. Many of the travelling merchants refused his offer, and some spewed remarks like "get out of here, dumb bunny," and "you don't belong here, furry freak". Slightly discouraged but never giving up, Weiss discovered a small band of fellow Yordles vending off all sorts of treasures. Deciding to give one last try, he approached them, confident in his steps. "Excuse me-" "Come, come right up! All sorts of goods from all over the world! Take your pick!" "Well, actually, I was wondering if I could join your group." "Hm...what?" Weiss explained his story, leaving the Tahm Kench part out in fear of it getting him rejected, to the merchants. He asked that he be able to travel with them. "Is this kid for real, Gio?" One of the Yordles popped her head out of the caravan behind 'Gio', with a questioning look. "Come on, Lisa. Ever since Marco and Luca left, we've been short on hands. Are you sure you want to come with us, boy? The road is long, and the travels dangerous. What lies ahead might not be something a yordle your age might be used to, and once we head out into the desert it's hard to turn around." Weiss nodded his head. "Of course. I came here to learn how to be an explorer--I'm willing to bear the hardships as well. I'm sure of myself." "Hey, get out here, sleeping beauties! We got a new recruit!" 3 more yordles came out of the caravan. 5 total, Weiss counted. "My name is Giovanni, the leader of this little group. This here is my dearly beloved wife, Lisa. There’s Dante, and the other 2 are my daughter's, Marta and Alice. Before you can join us, you'll have to pass the initiation.” Dante blurted out “Ini--?” but he was cut off by Gio’s hand signal to shush. The leader of the Yordle merchants spoke with a serious tone. He pulled a knife from one of his pockets. “To prove your worth to us, you will let us cut off one of your fingers as proof of your pact with us.” Lisa’s eyes widened. “He doesn't--” “Trust me,” Gio responded. “Are you ready to take the test, young one?” “Yes. I am.” Weiss was resolved to follow his path, no matter the cost. Losing a finger didn't matter to him now. It would be made up for. “Very well then. Lend me your hand.” The resolved Yordle silently lent his hand. Gio grasped it and raised his knife. The rest of his group stared at the scene with slight surprise in their eyes. The knife came down swiftly. Weiss awaited the pain. He welcomed it. His mind told him it was a bad idea, to escape, but his heart spoke that turning back now would be his greatest regret. The blade at last landed on his finger fur. Weiss felt it slightly press down on his bone, but there wasn't enough force to break it. Gio pulled the knife away, his ears perking. “You didn't even flinch. Impressive. Welcome to the Nomadic Paws caravan. Hope you've got everything together, because we're leaving this place at sunset.” Weiss eyed his finger. There was a small cut where the blade had been, and a few droplets of blood poured out. He was internally grateful that it was not more than that, but he didn't let his body reveal his thoughts. “It's an honor, sir Giovanni. I will aid you as best I can.” “Lighten up, will ya? Just call me Gio. No need for honoraries.” The group set off later that night. Weiss had many adventures finding treasures and selling them off to people around the world. He couldn't remember every single one of them in detail, but one in particular stuck with him--how he got his magic sword. Running out of items to pawn, Gio requested Weiss to go on a search to find anything valuable to sell. Gio was too old to go spelunking for relics at this point in time, so he usually relied on Weiss and Dante. Weiss decided heading toward the mountains near Bandle City might be a good start, since they were closest to there at the time. Weiss and Dante set off, exploring the path along the mountains. As Weiss was climbing a few rocks to get a better view, he accidentally slipped, falling and revealing a secret trail that led to a cave. The duo found the cave and went inside, going through the narrow path until it suddenly expanded and opened into what looked like some sort of maze or labyrinth. The surrounding cavern walls had some sort of sparkling crystals growing on them, and the stone walls forming twisting and turning paths had overgrown vines all over them. The maze was littered with traps. It was unfortunate that Weiss was not very good with traps. He activated a lot of them. Once he stepped on a piece of vine that wrapped around his leg and hung him upside down, and Dante had to cut him free, and later a cracked part of the floor he stepped on broke apart, almost falling into the seemingly endless abyss before Dante grabbed him. Needless to say Dante spent about 70% of the exploration saving Weiss from a trap. "You don't have to be so careless, mate. Take it easy." "It's not my fault these traps are hidden all over the place," Weiss muttered. "Who thought it was a good idea to have a floor you can't walk on!?" When they reached the end of the labyrinth, there was a set of stairs leading below. With a sigh, they continued onwards through a second maze, narrowly avoiding its increasingly dangerous obstacles like a wall almost instantaneously exploding in flames and a set of sharp icicles hanging in the ceiling raining down upon those who stepped on the trigger button below. There was yet another set of stairs at the end of the second maze, and the tired but determined Yordles pressed onwards. They got to the end of the third maze, and they discovered a strange room that looked like a king’s palace. Various jewels were scattered around the room, and at the center back was a skeleton holding a strange sword. The sword was a dark silver with runes on it that glowed a vibrant blue, and all kinds of sparkling gems and treasures were scattered all over the room. Dante started collecting some of the jewels while Weiss approached the strange sword. It seemed to be glowing brighter with every step he took towards it, as if begging to be held. After a moment of hesitation, Weiss grabbed the sword. Its glow glistened brighter than ever as sudden energy surged through his body. A powerful but soothing voice boomed in his mind. I am Tempae. To have passed the trials of the Magi means you are worthy to wield me. Your spirit...It has potential that has yet to be discovered. Let me show you.. Before Weiss could react, time froze around him, and his body froze stiff and his eyes suddenly shone an azure color as a vision came to his mind... It played in his mind like a movie. It was a bit wavy on the edges of his vision, but otherwise clear. There was him, standing there with the sword. Behind him, Dante was gathering valuables to bring back. Everything seemed fine.. Until out of a nowhere, a gigantic golden serpent silently rose from the ground. Dante, not noticing, had its back turned while the snake coiled and struck, its gaping jaws swallowing the yordle whole. Weiss turned to notice, but too late to save his friend. The serpent dove its fangs towards the remaining yordle's throat... The vision ended with a flash of light. Weiss was back in reality. "W-what..?" He turned around towards Dante. Ever hard working, he was busy collecting the ancient treasures. Just like in the vision.. Gripping the sword in his hand, Weiss darted towards Dante. "We have to get out of here, NOW!" "What? Wh-" "There's no time, just COME ON!" Weiss grabbed Dante's hand with his offhand and pulled him away, sprinting towards the third labyrinth again. Dante gripped the bag of valuables tightly as he was rushed away. "Are you crazy? Why are-" That was when he saw the golden snake burst from the ground. They had sped away with just enough time to escape danger. "What just..How did.." "I'll explain when we get out of here, but I think we should focus on getting out of here first so that can happen!" They ran back towards where they came from, thankful that most of the traps had already been triggered on their journey here. The golden snake followed closely, seeking prey for its fangs. After an intense sprint they reached the entrance of where they came from, breaking into the afternoon's somber orange hue in the sky. The snake was close enough to strike, but it struck its head on a magical barrier, preventing it from going through. Frustrated, the snake slithered back into the darkness. Both of them laid down on the secret trail, panting desperately for breath. "Weiss...how did you...know what was...gonna happen....mate?" "The sword...it gave me a vision..I saw it was gonna happen...It's super weird.." "That sounds..awesome! Is it...magical or something?" "I think so. Anyway, let's head back. You got everything you collected, right?" "Yeah, no thanks to you, dragging me all over the place," Dante teased. After a rest, they set off back to the caravan. When they arrived, they told Gio everything that occured. "Magic swords and vision, eh?" Gio commented. "Sounds like you kids had a lot of fun. Weiss, you keep that sword, so you don't have to borrow my knife all the time. It seems like it likes you, too. Get a good rest in, we're going back to Shurima soon." The next day, the caravan set off, travelling through the deserts in search of a city to stop at. Weiss was extremely exhausted from the cave adventure, and the vision had taken a toll on him. Your body is not accustomed to the power of time. It is exhausted from potential it has never used before. As you grow, young Yordle, you will find yourself more experienced in the art of magic. That's nice and all, but can you tell me why you're a living sword? And why you can see into the future? And how you got me to do it? What even are you? Now is not the time to answer those questions, young one. Take your rest, your body craves it. I can answer those questions in another time. Do not be afraid of the future. The answer in in the past. Why does every damn magical thing have to be so mysterious and vague… the yordle thought to himself before losing himself in his dreams... He woke up to a scream. It was Lisa’s. It was a shrill cry, piercing his ears and forcing him awake. He jumped out the caravan to see what was going on. The scene was a shock. Tahm Kench suddenly emerged from an oasis nearby. He devoured everything. The treasures they collected, the caravan crew..all of it was being eaten by the fish. “WHAT THE HELL!?” Weiss screamed, but it was drowned out in the chaos of the action. The yordles left their last horrified faces trapped in Weiss’ mind. The greedy demon came to devouring the entire caravan itself, then pointed its seeking, starving eyes at the terrified Yordle with the sword laying on the ground. To Tahm, the Yordle was merely a hors d'oeuvre. But yordle meat was not what Tahm was looking for. It was their despair--break their will, and their sorrow is far more delicious than any meal on Runeterra could offer. It was so easy, he mused. All you had to do was show them happiness, and yank it away. "Boy, this establishment is the finest I've ever been to. Your despair is the most delicious I've ever tasted. I have to thank you for inviting me," he chuckled sinisterly. Weiss only stared back in silence and fear. "Don't feel bad, boy. After all, it was you who let me in. I only accepted the offer. Now then, since you've treated a fine critic like myself so satisfactorily, allow me to pay my tip..." The catfish demon grabbed Weiss and stuffed the yordle into his mouth, and disappeared into the waters. Weiss fell unconscious afterwards to stress, and couldn't remember anything afterwards. When he awoke, he was spit out into an unknown land, and a few seconds later Tempae was spit out and landed on the yordle as well. "I think I'll be returning to this establishment again. The meal and business were fine indeed. I trust you will not fail to disappoint me when I return, but I have other dishes to try.." Tahm left an ominous message before disappearing. The yordle slowly rose to his feet, with a bit of a headache from the sword landing on him. He picked it up and examined it. It seemed to have not been harmed. Weiss seemed to be on the outskirts of a city. With nowhere to go but forward, he travelled to the city, only to discover it was in fact Piltover. The city his parents always wanted him to be at. He almost wanted to laugh at the twisted irony. With no kind of previous academic experience, Weiss resorted to working at various part time jobs to keep himself afloat. He had a small apartment, but it was very old and broken down. The yordle wondered how his life ended up like this. He wanted to know why his dreams were taken from him, why his pages of life were erased. The alarm clock started beeping. Weiss grumbled angrily as he rose to shut off the alarm. Today the nearby hospital had allowed him to work part time, but the shift was so early in the morning. It annoyed the yordle deeply. He got his uniform on and straightened his fur before setting off. It was mostly a casual workday, with the only major injury being someone who broke their arm at a construction site. During the shift, the Yordle overheard a conversation from some summoners on their off day. They mentioned something about “the Institute of War” and “champions”. Weiss was about to leave when one of the summoners mentioned Tahm Kench in one of their “matches”. Interesting, the Yordle thought. So the monster DID show up somewhere. The next day was an off day for all of his shifts, so he decided to set off for the Institute, taking a train to get there. He brought Tempae along, just in case. Weiss walked up to the front desk and asked if he could learn anything about Tahm. “I'm sorry sir, but all of our databases are in the Institute Library, and that is locked off to Summoners and Institute staff only. “Wait, what? So I can't see anything about him?” The yordle groaned. “You do not have the permissions to do so, sir,” the woman replied. “Our library is classified to ensure the safety of the information inside, as well as making sure it doesn't get into the wrong hands. Currently the Institute is not accepting any new applications. Have a good day, sir.” Weiss growled as he turned away, preparing to return to Piltover. There was no way he'd be able to find out about Tahm. How was a small yordle gonna defend himself from a strong monster like that with no clue on what to do? As he headed towards the door, he stopped. Tempae started glowing, and a vision developed as his eyes were filled with blue. In the vision, a woman walked out of the Institute with bodyguards accompanying her. By how she was dressed, she seemed to be some sort of political official. As she exited, a rogue mage suddenly appeared, casting a fireball that exploded the official and her guards, enveloping them in flames. The vision ended, his sight returned to him. “Sir, are you okay?” One of the nearby summoners asked. Weiss looked around. The woman her guards were already walking towards the entrance! With no time to waste, the Yordle ran outside, Tempae encouraging him to change fate. He was just barely on time when he made it. The official and her group were at the point he saw in his vision. Weiss eyed the spot where the mage had been concealed--sure enough, the mage had broken his concealment spell, preparing to cast the explosion his visions foretold. There wasn't enough time to run up and attack the mage, the Yordle quickly thought. The distance was too far. In complete desperation, Weiss leaped at the moment the fireball was cast, and Tempae stopped the fireball with a dispel of his own. In confusion and frustration, the assassin mage ran off. The guards took the official and ran, wary of any more trouble. Weiss panted heavily, still stressed. Not even a thank you!? A summoner who was watching the scene in awe approached him. “How did you...how did you do that?” “Do what?” “You knew exactly when and where that guy was gonna strike! I saw the whole thing! That's more than just intuition, that was straight up knowing what was gonna happen! Ooh, Isabel is gonna be so happy about this! Come on, I need to show her!” The young scientist grabbed Weiss’ paws and dragged him into the Institute, past the service desk and into one of the rooms deep inside. From what was inside, it seemed to be some kind of laboratory. There were various tables stacked with tools, vials, and all sorts of devices laying about. It was rather messy, actually, with little sign of any cleaning taking place. A woman who looked in her 20s was toying with one of the devices that was levitating a wrench in mid air. She turned around at the sound of the door opening, and squealed. “Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh it's a Yordle!” She loudly proclaimed as she hugged Weiss, lifting his rather short body off the floor. “It's so cute and fluffy!” She put Weiss down after a few protests from the Yordle. “So, Judas, why'd you bring him here?” “Isabel, remember the temporal magic project? How we got a hextech to go backwards, but not forward? I think this little guy might be able to help us with that!” “Wait, wait, hold up,” Weiss intervened. “All I did was stop someone from getting killed, and you're acting like it was some kinda magic? I mean, the blade is magical, but that's a pretty damn big leap to make!” “That's why we're here to test, little guy! We wanna see how it works!” Isabel objected. “Judas, you know full well we can't experiment on people who aren't in the Institute staff. You'd be breaking laws!” “Fine then, we get him to sign up. Come on, little buddy,” Judas muttered as he dragged Weiss again to the service desk, much to the Yordle’s exasperation. “Welcome to...sir, I told you already--” “Come on, Marie. He'd be a good worker? Put him in!” Marie, frustrated, sighed deeply. “Judas, this is the third time this week. You know full well the Institute doesn't accept just anyone, yet you keep asking!” “Marie, this guy’s special! Didn't you see? He just saved that girl from getting blown up! We need him, Marie! Please! And besides, we're understaffed as is!’ The service woman decided to unwillingly give in, and pulled out a registration form. Weiss sat down and filled it as best he could before handing it to Marie. “Let's see here,” she mumbled to herself while bringing out her reading glasses, the red frame contrasting with her blue uniform. “Treasure explorer..combat experience..medical assistant...Quite the interesting story you have to tell. That must be why you asked about Kench earlier. However, unfortunately, your skills aren't really the particular ones we are looking for. The two options you have is occasional medical assistance and...cleaning duty.” Weiss frowned. “Cleaning duty? Like, janitor?” “Yes. Most summoners take care of our duties, but we've noticed a lack of hygiene our new influx of summoners have brought. Between you and me,” she whispered as she leaned closer, “it’s like some of these people came from living in their parents’ basements.” Marie leaned back again and cleared her voice. “A pair of helping hands would certainly keep the Institute looking professional. Of course, if you accept, you'll have all the permissions of a basic Summoner, including having your own room if you choose to do so and being able to access our library. All you have to do is sign here,” she said as she held a paper and pen in her hands. While the prospect of cleaning after people wasn’t exactly thrilling to him, having a guaranteed job and being able to live somewhere other than piltover was. After reading through the rules and the Summoner’s Code, he signed the contract. “Welcome to the Institute, rookie,” Marie said as she collected the papers. Soon after, Judas brought Weiss back to their magic lab. Isabel was holding some kind of needle filled with a purple serum. Weiss’ eyes widened. “Whoa whoa, hold up now-” “Calm down, Mr. Fluffy,” Isabel replied as she gestured to a chair. “We’ve already used this serum before. It enhances your magical capabilities. We want to see if it has anything to do with your time magic, and how it works.” Weiss grumbled as he sat down, clutching Tempae’s hilt. Isabel injected the yordle with the needle. For a few moments everything was still...until Tempae spoke in his head again. Your power is growing, young one. I can feel your magic inside you seeking you resonate with me. Now...let me show your potential! After the sword finished, Weiss started spasming uncontrollably--his entire body was shaking as he fell off the chair and onto the floor. The two scientists tried to calm him down and help him breathe, but the Yordle kept violently shaking until his eyes suddenly shone blue and a vision enveloped his mind. He couldn't see anything else in the complete darkness. There were voices, but he couldn't make out who they were from at all, and could barely tell what they meant. It was like faint whispers-- he knew the sound was there, but it wasn't too inaudible to tell what was being spoken. The mysterious voices suddenly stopped. The yellow eyes disappeared. Deepest apologies, young one. It has been quite a while since I saw that far into the future, and as a result it was not clear enough. No doubt your body is exhausted by the sudden pressure--be at peace now. I enjoy your power, Yordle. I will do what I can to let it grow.... When he returned to consciousness, Weiss slowly opened his eyes as his eyesight returned to him. He observed that he was in some kind of infirmary, and he was lying on one of the patient beds. Judas and Isabel were standing in front of him, talking to each other with worried looks on their faces. A nurse was beside him, alternating her attention between Weiss and the monitors showing his status above him. The yordle began to develop a splitting headache, and he grasped his head with his paws. “Urgh…” he groaned as he rose his upper body from the bed. “What….what happened? How long have I..” “About almost a day”, Judas responded. “You passed out a little while after we injected you with the serum. By the way, I am so, so sorry. I’ve never seen it effect someone like this before." Weiss coughed. “It’s alright. I think I’m better now.” He got out of the bed, and while he felt a little dizzy afterwards, he didn’t collapse. “Well, if you’re feeling fine, then you’re free to go,” said the nurse. The yordle left the infirmary, let off of his duties for the day because of his sickness. It was late night, so there wasn’t much to do, and he wasn’t feeling well enough to be out and about anyways. Some more rest would be nice. Weiss went back to his room and prepared himself for sleep. It seems you have a new future ahead of you. You think so? All I can see is a bunch of nothing. Not sure what to do anymore. And before I even pick myself up, I have to get rid of the frog problem first. All will come in time, young one. This is your new story, a book of your life given to you to write in. No matter your past, the future always remains ahead of you. Do not lose hope, young one. Soon enough you will find your path once again. With those words in his mind, the Yordle fell asleep. And in his slumber, he dreamt of the past... Edited by Random Nom, Feb 6 2017, 01:17 PM.
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| JondorHoruku | Oct 3 2016, 08:42 AM Post #2 |
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The King of Alliteration
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I very much enjoyed it! Of course, there were a few things that could be better, but you'll figure those out as you write more (and you're probably aware of most of them ;P) You did a great job with Kench's dialogue especially, and the overall feel was very pleasant. My only complaint is that Weiss assumed his power and position via fortuitous circumstance, and not by his own work which makes him a slightly less compelling character than he could be. Overall a good read
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| Random Nom | Oct 3 2016, 09:20 AM Post #3 |
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Thank you for enjoying it! I'm glad you liked it. And, in the RPG Weiss is a mundane non-summoner, and I wanted to reflect that in his backstory because it would be weird for someone with a big temporal feat like seeing the future to also be average in terms of power--thus, having a temporal mage to help him do that would make more sense. Weiss DOES have the power to see visions, but he can't make it happen himself, Tempae assists him in doing so. As he grows in the future he will eventually be comfortable with using magic enough to not need an aid to activate it. Hopefully that's a good enough explanation for that. I'm hoping as more campaigns pop up, I can use and develop him more as a character. |
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