<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Day 2</span><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=23405">Quote from: ExisD on 17-03-2014, 12:34:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nsia approached Anton shortly after daybreak. She had spent most of the previous night experimenting, though thanks to the limited number of spells there was not too much she could do. Already she wanted another taste of the power though so she sought him out, shortly after she finished preparing her reagents. She already had a few new ideas, but needed to feel more of how the magic flowed before she could be sure of the results.<br/><br/>"Anton, do you have a moment? I wished to speak with you about renewing the contract." She was not in full armor this time. Instead a heavy sleeping shift that fell to knee length and soft boots. Her bandoleer was still around her waist of course. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=45635">Quote from: Ghostwheel on 18-03-2014, 07:00:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Eh?" Anton looks up from the open entrance to tent, his bare back visible before he pulled the light shirt on meant to be worn under his armor. He looked at her in the shift, at the soft bulges of her breasts, though for the most part the overlarge cloth hid her curves. "Hrmmm..." he paused to think as he stood up, exiting the tent in soft moccasins, looking for the others for a few moments before realizing that they were the only risers this early in the morning. "What do you want it for, anyway?" he asked suspiciously. "Don't you already have your own magic? Those..." he gestured in mild confusion at the bandoleer around her shoulder, "flasks? Or potions? Whatever," he sighed, and looked away for a moment before looking at her directly. "What do you want it for?" he repeated the gist of the question, a slight tone of annoyance entering his voice, though it was almost unnoticeable.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Regardless of her answer, unless she says something really strange or offensive, he'll cast the spell again for her. Let me know the reaction/what spells she chooses, etc, and then we can advance to the next day when she comes to him again?</div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=23405">Quote from: ExisD on 21-03-2014, 07:31:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"My techniques are not magic of my own. They take what already exists and manipulate it to change the form of whoever imbibes the concoction. Channeling the power directly may allow me to discover more secrets of the world if I were to understand it." She paced back and forth while explaining. It was difficult to articulate just how important this was, it was an opportunity that she'd never imagined before. If she noticed his tone at all, it didn't come through. "Besides all of that, while the points are very important, the feeling of channeling the magic was also very nice. It warmed in an unfamiliar manner that I would like to continue experiencing. If you are willing I would like spells that directly affect myself this time. I feel that they may be easier to replicate."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sounds good. I need to figure out which spells she'd want still though unless you have any suggestions.</div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Take Tap Inner Beauty (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/t/tap-inner-beauty), Groundswell (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/g/groundswell), and... for teh lulz, Ironbeard (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/i/ironbeard).</div></div><br/>"Hmmm. I'll let you know, this power is not that easily replicated," he said almost dismissively as he cast a trio of spells in preparation before unfurling another sheet of parchment and beginning to hastily scrawl the messy text that was iconic of his handwriting. The spell itself was a simple thing, but its intricacies and complexities were what could drive a man mad. How exactly to phrase a word here, what to say there, and always the power, insidious power lurking behind it. Those who craved power were too easily drawn to it, and misused it. He was sure that if he were to loosen the leash that had thus far kept the demon-spawn from using that power against whomever she liked, others too would fall prey to her abilities. He had made sure not to give her too much free rein, to give her spells that would seldom be used for harm, but with her abyss-warped mind, who knew how she would use it.<br/><br/>Having finally decided upon three spells, two of lesser power and one of greater as he had done the day before (and one of them that should leave a strong impression, one way or another), he cast the spell from the scroll and touched her after having her sign it too. "Same conditions as before. You misuse this, and you forfeit more than just the power I let you borrow," he says darkly, warning her against the consequences. The same rush of power as before left him breathless, and he looks at her warily, letting her feel the new-found power before stumbling back into his tent. Now simply to wait and see what would come the next day... If they did not all meet their end before they even reached the forest proper, and there was not even the promise of that.