The Price of Magic (Irish Wolf & wolventears)
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				Title: <strong>The Price of Magic (Irish Wolf &amp; wolventears) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 22:30:52</strong>
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				The summer was ended and the chill of harvest was seeping into the lengthening nights. Already, along the edge of the Great Northern Forest, cold winds were blowing down from the distant mountains, even as the peasantry further south were readying to take in their still ripening crops. Around every settlement along the frontier, a haze of woodsmoke hung, drifting in tendrils around the rough buildings and hanging heavily inside, from where crude fireplaces let it escape into dwellings. <br><br>Kasper Urthadar, paused just outside of Raven’s Beak, one of the northernmost settlements, filled with woodsmen and hunters, with a few adventurers, those foolish enough not to leave with the end of summer. His tall and lean form was nearly invisible in the growing gloom, as he looked ahead, almost if his gaze could pierce the palisade of logs surrounding the village and see into the buildings therein. The breeze, hinting of a coming frost, stirred the long, green cloak he wore and teased the helm of his hood, toying with the short, youthful beard of rich dark brown. After a long moment, he nodded, as if to himself, before turning slightly and looking up into the star filled heavens. It was still an hour before moonrise, he had time yet, before the one he sought, wouldn’t be able to talk with him. <br><br>There was a soft groan, a mix of pleasure and pain, as he opened himself, letting a trickle of power in. It was so very hard, not to fill himself completely, to burn with immense energy, as the magic flowed. Of course, to do so, without an Elder Talisman, would be his death but such was the risk for a young mage. <br><br>Mages were rare and bad news as far as the common folk were concerned. Able to tap into unknown energies and weld strange magicks, these men and women paid for such abilities. Until they possessed an object of power, like a collection of rings or a staff from ages past, the magicks they touch would either wear way the mind, until the wizard dropped into madness or would slowly consume body until they simply burst in a firestorm. The very thought of a madman with unearthly abilities was terrifying. However, even after they found such an object or collection of them and could safely wield their powers, those very objects and powers drew monsters and evil races to them, like moths to a flame. Just having one near to Raven’s Beak would bring down the trolls from the peaks and the goblin tribes from their deep holes.<br><br>Ice blue eyes, pupils of dark purple, flecked with silver, instead of black, opened, as Kasper turned and headed for the gate, keeping his face hidden in his hood. He didn’t know what his quarry looked like but he would know them when he saw them, thanks to the magical vision he had. As he moved towards the only tavern in Raven’s Beak, he could feel his body growing hot, as magic pulsed in his blood, coursing through his taut body, muscle like steel wire and not a scrap of wasted flesh.<br><br>When he slipped into the tavern, the mage glanced around, seeking. Although the world was sharpened, vivid and detailed, nothing seemed to stand out, until his gaze found a table tucked into a back corner. There sat a solitary figure, with a slight glow around them, at least to his enhanced and bespelled vision. A smile split his bearded face, as he moved through the crowd of rough woodsmen and drifting smoke, a mixture from the fireplace, the candles and many pipes. Even as he walked, he noticed the figure pour something into their mug and know he had to act. Before they could lift the mug, he was standing beside the table and placed one long fingered hand out, covering the top of the mug with his palm. <br><br>“Not many would willingly drink the Queen of all Poisons” he said softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Magic (Irish Wolf &amp; wolventears) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 01:29:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/RP%20pics/ladies/0e6b1c4dd8b40d045eb418037dabb7b8_zpsb6v9j61t.jpg) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/RP%20pics/ladies/0e6b1c4dd8b40d045eb418037dabb7b8_zpsb6v9j61t.jpg.html)</div>Lilith Drasdonia sat at the table most hidden table of the tavern, every smell, every sound in the damn place assaulting her. You'd think she'd learn to go elsewhere this close to the full moon, like some secluded part of the forest or something, but no, here she was, warm bodies of those around her who had no idea the monster who sat among them. <br><br>This though, was hopefully good training of sorts for her, to help keep the beast at bay if you will. Which the damn thing was getting harder and harder to control and for the last couple of months, the potion had been losing it's effectiveness. It no longer stopped the shift, but at least it was still keeping her somewhat calm and with the full moon just days away, she was feeling the beast more and more. <br><br>The wolf was always there, a part of her now since that night, but those first few months of the full moon had been the worst. The wolf fought for supremacy and under the light of that gorgeous pregnant moon, it won. Every time. <br><br>It would be one thing if it didn't crave warm blood because when it found some, there was no stopping her from getting it. And after it had tasted that first drop, Thomas, her dear husband, had stood no chance. And when she had awoken in that pool of blood, his body laying beside her and lifeless, his chest ripped open, she had declared another life would not be lost because of her. <br><br>She had read about the curse, looked into it, and had found this potion. It had worked for the first eight months, but now, things were looking bleak. But for the time being, what else did she have?<br><br>She poured the potion into her mug, letting it mix with the ale, it was horrible by itself, and began lifting it to her lips before a hand laid atop it, stopping her. Her ears twitched, having not heard him come up, and she looked up and took a deep breath in as he spoke to her. A brow rose as her green eyes took him in. <br><br>She could smell the magic on him and her head cocked to the side like a curious puppy's would. "Can I help you this night, stranger?" she asked the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Magic (Irish Wolf &amp; wolventears) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>27-01-2016, 22:57:04</strong>
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				“I believe” said the mage, his voice still soft, “We can help one another.” <br><br>Kasper smiled slightly, as he lifted his hand from the mug and slipped into a seat across from the young woman. With his hood still up and the cloak hanging around him, he was little more than a vaguely human shape in the dim light of the tavern. The only parts of him to be clearly seen, were his beard and his hands, which were clasped in front of him, on the table, long fingers interlacing and unfolding slowly, as if he was merely trying to keep them busy. <br><br>“I have been looking for you” he began, keeping his voice low, so that none of the other patrons could overhear, “And I know what you are, Wolf Cursed.” <br><br>The mage paused, letting his words sink in.<br><br>“You need not fear me” he continued, “I will not reveal your secret, although I will offer you one of my own, in trade. I am Kasper Urthadar and until a few months ago, I&nbsp; was apprenticed to Baydor the Red, the Mage of the Tangled Forest. I have completed my trials and earned the title of Mage, although I have yet to gain a domain.” <br><br>To prove his claim, his hands slipped apart. One lay flat on the table, while he cupped the other one, to block anyone but Lilith from seeing his palm. Without warning, a small blue flame hovered above his hand. Slowly, it changed shape, taking on the form of a tiny woman, dancing on his skin, before his fingers closed over the display of his talents, snuffing out the flame but leaving his hand unmarked by the magical fire.<br><br>“I am here” Kaspar add, “To make a bargain, although we should go somewhere more private, so I can make my meaning clear. However, if you take my deal, you won't need that potion, you made.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Magic (Irish Wolf &amp; wolventears) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 05:07:05</strong>
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				A brow rose as he spoke, curious about this man. And he knew of her curse. Then her eyes widened slightly as he showed her a show if magic in his palm. She put the mug down and really looked at him then. <br><br>"You can help me control this?" she asked, not really hearing the rest of what he had said.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>06-02-2016, 03:24:01</strong>
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				“I can” said Kasper, arching an unseen eyebrow at the woman across the table from him. Hadn’t she been listening to him? He was a mage after all, there were many things he could do. Of course, she might not have heard of some of the things his kind could do. After all, the common people didn’t want much to do with magic users, so the deeds and histories of those able to tap into unworldly energies, often were only to be found in the libraries of other mages. So the accounts of the spellwork he had copied, might not have been on her reading list. <br><br>“Although” he continued, “I will repeat, I believe we should go somewhere more....private, to talk of my bargain.” 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>06-02-2016, 10:28:06</strong>
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				She blinked hard. He could help her. <br><br>He. Could. Help. Her.<br><br>She nodded. "Alright," she said softly. "I live only a few minutes from here. We can finish this there." <br><br>Here mind was a whir as she stood, gathering her things and grabbing her mug.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>06-02-2016, 13:53:57</strong>
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				Kasper nodded, watching closely, as his chosen companion seemed stunned. Yet, she seemingly was able to rise from her seat and gathered her things without too much effort. Himself, he had never put anything down, so he followed after her, close enough that it was noticed as they left the tavern. Behind came a series of crude calls and suggestions, from rude woodsmen, who had tried to get to the woman to leave with them at the end of the night. Coarse laughter followed them out into the crisp night. <br><br>The mage himself took no notice of the words, although he did ponder what those fools would say, if he had revealed the truth about himself. How many would have fled in terror of a mage in the middle of their company? How many would have tried to attack him? How many would have been struck dumb? But such were mere mortal men, who had no idea the power he had at his fingertips or the price he was paying for it. No, they would simply drink their ale, do their best to fondle the serving girls and try to forget they had to go out in the morning, to fell trees or track some beast for it’ pelt and meat. <br><br>The fleeting thought left his mind, as Kasper followed the werewolf to her home, already pondering his own future. Stepping inside and close the door behind him, the mage seemed to relax, pulling the hood off his head, revealing his lean face, sculpted hard angles,dominated by his strange and intense eyes. His hair, colored like his beard, was cut short, as if he had recently begun to grow it out, after having shaved smooth for years. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Price of Magic (Irish Wolf &amp; wolventears) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-02-2016, 01:22:38</strong>
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				In her home, she turned to look upon him as he took his hood down. And wow. As a woman, she found him appealing and as a wolf, she liked him in her home. She licked her lips before walking to the small table she dined at and sat, motioning him to take the other seat. <br><br>But she was still cautious, even though her wolf wanted a taste because it enjoyed his scent mixing with her own. "Your bargain, Kaspar. And you can call me Lilith."
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>07-02-2016, 03:11:37</strong>
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				“Lilith” said Kaspar, bowing slightly, before unclasping his long, heavy cloak. With one fluid motion, he drew the garment from his shoulders, revealing that he was dressed in a loose fitting shirt of white silk, form fitting black trousers, calf high black leather boots and a tight fitting vest, dark blue with silver embroidered runes along the hem. There was no hiding the graceful slenderness of the mage, so unlike the brutish bulk of the local men, although it was plain his leanness was not from a lack of work but of trim muscle. <br><br>Pulling a small pack from his back, he slipped into the other chair, focusing his odd eyes on the woman across from him. Without looking away, he reached into the pack and pulled out a band of supple black leather, with a clasp on either end and a fair sized green jewel in the middle. He held it out, over the middle of the table, draped over two long fingers before tapping it with his free hand. Rippling across the leather, intertwined runes and patterns flared in multicolored light before fading away, until it was simply a leather band again.<br><br>“I am in need of a bodyguard” said the mage, “And a companion for a quest Lilith. In return, I offer this collar. It will tame your curse. While you wear this, you will still need to transform at the full moon but you will be able to harness that ability during every phase of the moon and it will be you, not the wolf, in control. Of course, when my quest is fulfilled, you will hold a Mage’s Debt as well, as the collar.” 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>14-02-2016, 01:59:50</strong>
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				She blinked for a moment before coming back to herself. "You're serious, aren't you?" she asked.<br><br>It would give her control and all she had to was be his companion and bodyguard. Hmmm, companion...<br><br>She looked him up and down then, really looked at him. She liked what she saw and her wolf definitely liked what it saw. <br><br>"Alright," she said, the words coming out huskier then she had intended. <br><br>"If I have a mage's debt afterwards, I'd be able to call on you at any time to pay it?" she asked lightly.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>15-02-2016, 05:35:45</strong>
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				The Mage smiled, as the huntress across the table looked him up and down. There was both pleasure in his expression, at normally, when he revealed what he was, there was revulsion and fear in those he told. There was also an answering heat, to the huskiness of her agreement. Most of his life had been dedicated to study or grueling physical tests of his abilities. There had been very little time for more base desires. He had been able to find a few temporary partners but never enough to satisfy a young man.<br><br>“Of course” he said, adding a double entendre, “Anytime you want it fulfilled.” <br><br>Still smiling, although this time with more hunger in those strange eyes of light blue, dark purple and silver, Kasper stood up to his full, if lean height. In his hand, he still held the collar, the salvation for someone cursed with a wolf spirit. With his free hand, he drew a sleet of parchment from a pocket in his vest and a small knife, the blade of black obsidian. Laying out the parchment on the table, he pricked his thumb and let a drop of blood fall upon it. For a moment, the page rippled in strange, spidery writing. <br><br>“Sign the contract” he said, offering the knife, “And the collar is yours, Lilith.”&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>15-02-2016, 15:22:12</strong>
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				Kasper stood and she took him in. He was tall and lean, but he looked like he had power in those limbs aside from the magical. He pulled a slip of paper out and after pricking his finger with an obsidian blade, a drop of his blood fell upon it. The magic it stirred made her skin prickle.<br><br>She took the knife and pricked her own finger, letting the droplet of blood that welled fall onto the piece of parchment.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>17-02-2016, 22:01:16</strong>
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				A shiver ran up Kasper’s spine, as the power he still held within him, reacted to the binding of the contract, the parchment again rippled in thin writing before fading back into just a blank page. She was his and his powers were her’s to call upon, at least until he had claimed a tower and Talismans were his, although she would hold a debt. Of course, should they both survive the quest, he more then likely, would be willing to do more than pay his debt for her. After all, with her efforts, she would be saving his life. <br><br>“So we are sealed” said the mage, his voice low, muffling the soft pleasure of his stirring power, the sweet burn in his bones. Taking a few steps around the table, he leaned down, looking right in Lilith’s eyes, as he took the collar in both hands and slipped it around her neck. The tips of his long fingers, his skin more than warm, brushed against her throat, as he adjusted the bespelled and jeweled leather. Leaning in a little closer, his fingers ran along the edge, until he reached the back of her neck and buckled the collar in place, tight enough she would know it was there but not enough to affect her breathing. 
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