"Not at all, my newfound friend, not at all!"As Mazara slides into the seat, the radiant dies down until only his eyes continues to burn dimly gold. "The name is Mazara Mandabar. A name that I hope to ensure someday gains the same recognition as your own here in the arena." He grins sheepishly. "Or so I hope. Would be rather embarrassing if I embarrassed my lord by doing any less after being bestowed so many gifts. But that is a story for another time. Here--this is why I came to you in truth--"
Mazara fishes out a rather simple looking shortsword, tarnished at a glance by age. But upon closer inspection, the blade was not only keener than most blades, but to the sensitive it radiated and invoked feelings of anger and unrequited spite.
"It took some convincing, but I was redirected to you upon inquiring about release the spirit -- Indeed, a spirit of vengeance, from what I've been able to tell thus far -- from this blade. Cruel as this may sound, I do believe it is about time the current resident rest, and rise anew upon the fields of Ysgard." He admits.
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"I see." Eider sits back down and looks the blade over "Do you know how a spirit came to be in the blade? Say if you strike another down will their spirit come to inhabit the blade? Or rather, and excuse me for my morbidity, but if you are stricken down will your spirit become trapped?" Eider continues to examine the blade as he almost mindlessly asks these questions. His eyes focus on the blade, as if trying to solve some unseen problem.
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Eider, Level 13 Human Abjurer Wizard - Colosseum of Conquest (11W-3L) (Tougher than he looks)
Currently playing in: Quest for the Shunned City, Coliseum of Conquest, DragonDenn's Dragonlords, Shipwrecked on Fugue, Tomb of Annihilation, Razor's Lost Mine of Phandelver, The Lost Kenku & One Grung Above
Currently DMing: Princes of the Apocalypse, Out of the Abyss, Coliseum of Conquest—The Arena (Sometimes)
Mazara solemnly shakes his head, the light in his eyes dimming further. "That, I do not know. But whatever the reasons, I was assured through my own research that such were violent ends."After a moment's pause, Mazara lets out a laugh. "Luckily, this isn't so common an occurance! For you see, aside from an violent end, one needs a few things as well! For example--" He points directly over to Og.
"Let's say everyones favorite lurking Half-Orc over there got in mind to, I dunno, make an example of me for calling him out just now."He smiles cheekily at Og. "Simply killing me wouldn't be enough. Oh no, no, no. It takes a hatred so all consuming, so unrelenting, so... Vital in its intensity being possessed by the striken soul to even have a hope of it happening. Next, you need to have a long term connection with a specific and important weapon... to you. One powerful enough that... okay, I didn't understand the wording all that well for this part. But from what it /sounds/ like, you need to have already put your "soul" into the weapon. Enough of it over years at least to leave a little magical impression, ehh, signature upon it." He explains.
"There are other ways of course like curses, some forging techniques lost to time, and all other kinds of hubablo. But the key to making a sword of at least this one's caliber involves a strong desire and enough spite in your soul power through the pull of death and fate, then attach yourself to an anchor material aside from your body. Well, if only so long as you have the weapon as an anchor in place of flesh and bone. Kind of like.. how some Paladin's get their power from sheer conviction! Or so I hear. I'm a Bard, so it's.. kind of the same, but different."
Nodding, Eider sets the blade down. "It seems you have done some research already. If it is truly a spirit then I should have a spell that will expel it to its eternal resting place." Eider looks up and meets Mazara eye "Speaking of, you seem to have an otherworldly glow about you. Might I inquire about that?"
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Eider, Level 13 Human Abjurer Wizard - Colosseum of Conquest (11W-3L) (Tougher than he looks)
Mazara stops mid-way to his first sip. "Hm?! Oh! Yeah. So, it turns out that way back when, one of my ancestors got a little feisty with the divine." He pauses for a moment in thought. "The good kind. Not the, uhm, war making. Though you know what they say about Love and War for Orcs and Goblins."Mazara waggles his eyebrows. "Started a bloodline that, for better or worse, attracted more along the way. Even made 'enkindling' possible." He leans in and stage whisper. "That's the awakening of dormant divine energies within a mortal, or so I was told." He leans back in his seat and finishes his drink. "Mines happened not too long ago, and I'm still kind of getting used to it. Wearing a mask is supposed to help; but, it'll be a good while until I have one ready."
"So about this magic... What do you want in exchange? Not to doubt your generous spirit, but I'd be doing Odin a disservice for not at least using my brain half the time. And folk always want something for something."
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Fin, as you browse the wears of the magic shop the lifelike skeleton behind the counter greats you revealing that you'd mistaken a wizened dusty old man for a part of the scenery. He sells you his finest incenses for 10 gold and tosses in a brass brazier for free. (You can just mark off the gold, unless you like pulling Marvarax' leg.)
Raeebite smirks. He puts the Frog in a clean jar, and spits in a jar and puts the toad in it. He then happily flies back to his Coliseum granted room (not his forest tent) and sets the frog down one side, and the toad on the other.
Fin finds her way back to The Glory. And looks around for Truth. So I had a bit of a disappointlong first match. Hopefully the next will go better. Do you know where one might find lodging around here?
Listening intently Eider nods along. Having no idea if he's speaking metaphorically for his "awakening" as a cleric, or if he really has a Divine lineage. Its not unheard of, but if that were the case could e not beseech his... relative to rid his weapon of the spirit? Gods and Religion were never part of his studies Eider took much interest in. The natural flow of the Arcane and how to channel it was always much more interesting to him.
Eider snaps back to attention as he mentions a price. What was a good price for his services? Gold wasn't necessarily and issue. And magic items would do him little good if they were not earned in the Colosseum. A practitioner of Divine Magics though..
"My friend, you need but only answer one question for me to decide on a fair price, aside from components to runt he spell of course. Eider hands over a flyer for the up and coming school "Have you ever considered sharing your talents?"
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Eider, Level 13 Human Abjurer Wizard - Colosseum of Conquest (11W-3L) (Tougher than he looks)
Mazara gives a knowing look at one point, seeming to -- if for a but a moment -- appear capable of seeing the gears turn in Eidar's head. Yet beyond flashing a knowing smile, he keeps to casually leaning in his seat, and keeping an idle attention on Og. "Hm? Hmm..." He takes the flyer and looks it over, though his eyes glaze over like someone who has read or seen the same image several times before. "My dear, dear Wizar-dy friend. I've always shared my talents in many things and with many people."He looks up to Eidar and offers the flyer back.
"But never in this fashion. So, I doubt I would be a /good/ fit for this school of yours."He feigns a dramatic sigh as he leans back in his seat. After a brief pause he says quite abruptly, "Be that as it may. If that is the cost for doing business in addition to whatever materials you would need, I... trial period, so long as it does not interfere my matches in the arena. For whether I like it or not, I will not be able to suppress either calls to it." He lets out a melodic chuckle. "Not without being imprisoned. One of the downsides of my particular bloodline, I'm afraid. Even with the mask. Sounds like a deal?"
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Eider holds up his bottle of wine offering to full his guests cup. "You need not offer your services if you do not feel comfortable. I do not wish to pressure you Into anything. I simply want anyone who comes to have knowledge of how to either learn or defend against all kinds of magic." Eider moves his head and a Snowflake the size of a honey melon floats around his chest roughly 1 foot from his body. "If you are new here, then you may know that I'm the current champion. It was a recent change. The predecessor to me is also a wizard. In fact they are also a specialist in defensive Abjuriation magic. Eider takes a sip from his own glass "This school will double as a guild. For guards and other protective services. Toren and I can only teach Arcane magic. We could use more forms of magic. Such as thoss blessed with powers from the Divine. Nature magic is another front we find ourselves in short supply of. But that's another matter, my point you see is that you need not be a teacher in the traditional sense. Combat training and defensive tactics will be plenty appreciated. Eider leans back, thinking on what Mazara just told him. What did he mean "surpess either calls to it"?
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Eider, Level 13 Human Abjurer Wizard - Colosseum of Conquest (11W-3L) (Tougher than he looks)
Each competitor is afforded a bunk and chest with a lock free of charge. There is also a staff cafeteria where competitors are welcome to dine at no cost.
Mazara's brows practically knit themselves together. Such was the deepness of his focus. "You weren't wrong. I am new, but I had heard a thing or two bout ya as a matter of course. After all, I need to know who I'll stealing the crown of champion from." He gives Eidar a wink, then lets out a boisterous laugh. "Back to the point. I think I can work the combat and defensive tactics training. The Divine aspects will be a little tricky, but again, I should be able to work some sort of miracle there too. Just don't expect nothing too exceptional in the beginning, as I'm still working through this whole suddenly being enkindled and all. Perks and all." He says, tapping the [Tooltip Not Found] currently replacing his left eye.
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Currently DMing: Princes of the Apocalypse, Out of the Abyss, Coliseum of Conquest—The Arena (Sometimes)
A man walks into The Glory! Tall and thin, you can see the points of his ears peaking out from under his luscious blond hair. Colorful cloths made of silk, colored gold and cobalt. Cross bow slung over his shoulder, daggers on his belt, and a small pouch spilling with items. As he approaches the bar with a wave of his hand a small magical brush appears and dusts off a seat. As he sits down at the bar with a wink to the bartender he says.
What do you say, shall i buy you a drink beautiful?
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"Looking for a side gig, Masher?" Mazara grins. "It wasn't against the gods, that much I sensed. Beyond that, I couldn't say. Blade's old though. Old enough that whatever source of the grudge this poor fellow has no doubt long since perished."He stops and starts stroking his chin. "Unless it was against Elves.. or dwarves... Hmph. Point is, I need send him off to the fields sooner than later, for both our sakes."
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"Not at all, my newfound friend, not at all!" As Mazara slides into the seat, the radiant dies down until only his eyes continues to burn dimly gold. "The name is Mazara Mandabar. A name that I hope to ensure someday gains the same recognition as your own here in the arena." He grins sheepishly. "Or so I hope. Would be rather embarrassing if I embarrassed my lord by doing any less after being bestowed so many gifts. But that is a story for another time. Here--this is why I came to you in truth--"
Mazara fishes out a rather simple looking shortsword, tarnished at a glance by age. But upon closer inspection, the blade was not only keener than most blades, but to the sensitive it radiated and invoked feelings of anger and unrequited spite.
"It took some convincing, but I was redirected to you upon inquiring about release the spirit -- Indeed, a spirit of vengeance, from what I've been able to tell thus far -- from this blade. Cruel as this may sound, I do believe it is about time the current resident rest, and rise anew upon the fields of Ysgard." He admits.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"I see." Eider sits back down and looks the blade over "Do you know how a spirit came to be in the blade? Say if you strike another down will their spirit come to inhabit the blade? Or rather, and excuse me for my morbidity, but if you are stricken down will your spirit become trapped?" Eider continues to examine the blade as he almost mindlessly asks these questions. His eyes focus on the blade, as if trying to solve some unseen problem.
Eider, Level 13 Human Abjurer Wizard - Colosseum of Conquest (11W-3L) (Tougher than he looks)
Og will watch the proceedings in interest, while attempting to not look like is is and not succeeding.
(Stealth: 14)
(Using stealth instead of deception because I don't want a good result, lol.)
(The one time I actually want that.)
(I also want to note that that first comment was made before I knew what the roll was . . .)
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Mazara solemnly shakes his head, the light in his eyes dimming further. "That, I do not know. But whatever the reasons, I was assured through my own research that such were violent ends." After a moment's pause, Mazara lets out a laugh. "Luckily, this isn't so common an occurance! For you see, aside from an violent end, one needs a few things as well! For example--" He points directly over to Og.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Nodding, Eider sets the blade down. "It seems you have done some research already. If it is truly a spirit then I should have a spell that will expel it to its eternal resting place." Eider looks up and meets Mazara eye "Speaking of, you seem to have an otherworldly glow about you. Might I inquire about that?"
Eider, Level 13 Human Abjurer Wizard - Colosseum of Conquest (11W-3L) (Tougher than he looks)
Mazara stops mid-way to his first sip. "Hm?! Oh! Yeah. So, it turns out that way back when, one of my ancestors got a little feisty with the divine." He pauses for a moment in thought. "The good kind. Not the, uhm, war making. Though you know what they say about Love and War for Orcs and Goblins." Mazara waggles his eyebrows. "Started a bloodline that, for better or worse, attracted more along the way. Even made 'enkindling' possible." He leans in and stage whisper. "That's the awakening of dormant divine energies within a mortal, or so I was told." He leans back in his seat and finishes his drink. "Mines happened not too long ago, and I'm still kind of getting used to it. Wearing a mask is supposed to help; but, it'll be a good while until I have one ready."
"So about this magic... What do you want in exchange? Not to doubt your generous spirit, but I'd be doing Odin a disservice for not at least using my brain half the time. And folk always want something for something."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Amund asks the barkeep
Is there any place around here that I could receive training?
persuasion 15
(Must be a little drunk...)
Raebite you find both a frog and a toad!
Fin, as you browse the wears of the magic shop the lifelike skeleton behind the counter greats you revealing that you'd mistaken a wizened dusty old man for a part of the scenery. He sells you his finest incenses for 10 gold and tosses in a brass brazier for free. (You can just mark off the gold, unless you like pulling Marvarax' leg.)
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Raeebite smirks. He puts the Frog in a clean jar, and spits in a jar and puts the toad in it. He then happily flies back to his Coliseum granted room (not his forest tent) and sets the frog down one side, and the toad on the other.
Fin finds her way back to The Glory. And looks around for Truth. So I had a bit of a disappointlong first match. Hopefully the next will go better. Do you know where one might find lodging around here?
How big are the Coliseum rooms?
and how much would it cost to have some people build an empty warehouse for me? With a stage,
preferably.
Listening intently Eider nods along. Having no idea if he's speaking metaphorically for his "awakening" as a cleric, or if he really has a Divine lineage. Its not unheard of, but if that were the case could e not beseech his... relative to rid his weapon of the spirit? Gods and Religion were never part of his studies Eider took much interest in. The natural flow of the Arcane and how to channel it was always much more interesting to him.
Eider snaps back to attention as he mentions a price. What was a good price for his services? Gold wasn't necessarily and issue. And magic items would do him little good if they were not earned in the Colosseum. A practitioner of Divine Magics though..
"My friend, you need but only answer one question for me to decide on a fair price, aside from components to runt he spell of course. Eider hands over a flyer for the up and coming school "Have you ever considered sharing your talents?"
Eider, Level 13 Human Abjurer Wizard - Colosseum of Conquest (11W-3L) (Tougher than he looks)
Mazara gives a knowing look at one point, seeming to -- if for a but a moment -- appear capable of seeing the gears turn in Eidar's head. Yet beyond flashing a knowing smile, he keeps to casually leaning in his seat, and keeping an idle attention on Og. "Hm? Hmm..." He takes the flyer and looks it over, though his eyes glaze over like someone who has read or seen the same image several times before. "My dear, dear Wizar-dy friend. I've always shared my talents in many things and with many people." He looks up to Eidar and offers the flyer back.
"But never in this fashion. So, I doubt I would be a /good/ fit for this school of yours." He feigns a dramatic sigh as he leans back in his seat. After a brief pause he says quite abruptly, "Be that as it may. If that is the cost for doing business in addition to whatever materials you would need, I... trial period, so long as it does not interfere my matches in the arena. For whether I like it or not, I will not be able to suppress either calls to it." He lets out a melodic chuckle. "Not without being imprisoned. One of the downsides of my particular bloodline, I'm afraid. Even with the mask. Sounds like a deal?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Eider holds up his bottle of wine offering to full his guests cup. "You need not offer your services if you do not feel comfortable. I do not wish to pressure you Into anything. I simply want anyone who comes to have knowledge of how to either learn or defend against all kinds of magic." Eider moves his head and a Snowflake the size of a honey melon floats around his chest roughly 1 foot from his body. "If you are new here, then you may know that I'm the current champion. It was a recent change. The predecessor to me is also a wizard. In fact they are also a specialist in defensive Abjuriation magic. Eider takes a sip from his own glass "This school will double as a guild. For guards and other protective services. Toren and I can only teach Arcane magic. We could use more forms of magic. Such as thoss blessed with powers from the Divine. Nature magic is another front we find ourselves in short supply of. But that's another matter, my point you see is that you need not be a teacher in the traditional sense. Combat training and defensive tactics will be plenty appreciated. Eider leans back, thinking on what Mazara just told him. What did he mean "surpess either calls to it"?
Eider, Level 13 Human Abjurer Wizard - Colosseum of Conquest (11W-3L) (Tougher than he looks)
*Bunk
(I'll get back to you on the warehouse.)
Each competitor is afforded a bunk and chest with a lock free of charge. There is also a staff cafeteria where competitors are welcome to dine at no cost.
('Cause who wants to keep track of coppers?)
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Mazara's brows practically knit themselves together. Such was the deepness of his focus. "You weren't wrong. I am new, but I had heard a thing or two bout ya as a matter of course. After all, I need to know who I'll stealing the crown of champion from." He gives Eidar a wink, then lets out a boisterous laugh. "Back to the point. I think I can work the combat and defensive tactics training. The Divine aspects will be a little tricky, but again, I should be able to work some sort of miracle there too. Just don't expect nothing too exceptional in the beginning, as I'm still working through this whole suddenly being enkindled and all. Perks and all." He says, tapping the [Tooltip Not Found] currently replacing his left eye.
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Og will walk over, rather hesitantly.
”I could help with the divine aspects, maybe.”
He pauses for a second, looking embarrassed, and then continues.
”Would you happen to know this soul’s reason for vengeance? I am, after all, under an Oath of Vengeance.”
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A man walks into The Glory! Tall and thin, you can see the points of his ears peaking out from under his luscious blond hair. Colorful cloths made of silk, colored gold and cobalt. Cross bow slung over his shoulder, daggers on his belt, and a small pouch spilling with items. As he approaches the bar with a wave of his hand a small magical brush appears and dusts off a seat. As he sits down at the bar with a wink to the bartender he says.
What do you say, shall i buy you a drink beautiful?
Enna | Wood Elf - Ranger 1 | Eternal Warfare - War Party D
Valnan | Half Elf - Sorcerer/Wild Magic | Coliseum of Conquest
Nyana | Wood Elf - Life Claric 1 | Lost Mines of Phandelver
"Looking for a side gig, Masher?" Mazara grins. "It wasn't against the gods, that much I sensed. Beyond that, I couldn't say. Blade's old though. Old enough that whatever source of the grudge this poor fellow has no doubt long since perished." He stops and starts stroking his chin. "Unless it was against Elves.. or dwarves... Hmph. Point is, I need send him off to the fields sooner than later, for both our sakes."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Harmond says to the blond man, "Sorry mate, I don't swing that way. What will you be having."