Magick War PRIVATE (shadow king and Sayokane)

[shadow king]

Alphius stepped into the town only a few hundred meters from where a battle had just been won. His eyes were like ice, the smell of death surrounded him. He was the man that was said to be stronger than any other on the battle field. His magic was supposedly able to wipe out armies, a legend of the time. However, the reality is that on the outside he looked like any ordinary wizard.

At his side, on his belt sat the scepter that he used to translate his magic into detailed spells. It's shape was very similar to a short pick axe. Its handle crafted of a light wood, while the rest was built of pure gold. Many legends say that it was a scepter crafted by a wizard who was truly ancient, knowing the magics of the world and controling them perfectly. He usually would only draw it on the battle field, and only when surrounded by more than ten wizards. If there were any less than that, then he would darw his swrd instead and, using his magic as a booster, would quickly slay them. The smell of the blood of hundreds of warriors that he had slaughtered eminated off of him, but only to a very sentsitive nose.

Alphius made his way to a pub on the side of the street. As he entered everyone cheered at him, as if he had just one the lottery. He was the one who had just saved their town after all.

He made his way to the counter and asked the bartender for the strongest they have. The bartender in turn set a bottle of the strongest alchohol they had on the counter. The title of the drink was 'Dragon Slayer', and rightfully so, as not even something as big as a dragon could handle a full bottle. Alphius took the bottle, opened it and drank all of the black liquid as if it was water. How he survived such a feat no one really knows.

[Sayokane]

On the other side of town; a young ten year old girl sat on a log, she held a flute in her hang and her fingers dnaced across it's length, playing a song that the children there found peaceful and calm.

Even the adults who were listening found themselves mezmerized. As the song came to close she lowered her instrument and took a bow, the kids applauded her and the adults gave her cheer.

"That was wonderful," said the priest who was listening. He handed a small pouch of coins, a service done for money even though she preferred not to accept any from a church.

Nana, as her name was, enjoyed this type of journey. She would go from town to town, singing praises and helping those from the war as best she could. She wore a light sailor-like robe that was crafted by her deceased mother, the robe gave her the appearance of an innocent child which is played on quite a bit.

As she headed toward the church, her cat-like ears flicked and her tail twich. A strong odor of copper began to blow into the area and it made her sick to her stomach. "Someone... reeks," she muttered as she raised her hand and chanted a wind spell. A sudden gust of wind blew through the air, light enough that it didn't any shred of damage, but heavy enough that it blew the stench away.

Curious; she pondered where the smell had come from. The batle field she was aware of was still to far and the smell from it would take days, if not weeks, before it'd arrive in this town. "I guess I'll see who bares the mark of death on them," she said and quickly retreived her travel bag from inside the church.

[shadow king]

Alphius stood from his place at the counter after placing a leather pouch of gold on the counter. The bartender gave him a funny look, commenting on how Alphius had been broke all the other times he had drank there. Alphius in return mumbked something about how those who are dead don't need money and wandered out the door into the street.

As he walked along the road the alchohol began tokick in more heavily. His vision blurred slightly and his walk became more sloppy. However, he couldn't hear the horrid voices ringing in his ears, screaming for mercy and their lives.

[Sayokane]

Nana followed her nose, which wasn't much of an issue as the smell became more potent the closer she got to a pub. She hadn't noticed the man walking out at first, sticking her head into the establishment, the bartender quickly told her that children were not aloud inside.

She bowed in apology and left, but as she looked up and down the street she finally saw were the stench was coming from. "That man," she muttered under her breath.

Walking up behind him; she noticed his movements and saw that he wasn't exactly very steady. "You just came from the battlefield yes?" she asked Alphius. She walked up beside him and made a motion with her hand, the wind kicked up a bit, throwing the bloodied smell out of the area - the breeze was cool against her face.

[shadow king]

Alphius looked to the little girl who had asked the question and smirked. :If you could even call that a battle, more like a group of incapable ninnies. Good thing they aren't around anymore, those that knew them would have thought of them as cowards on the field. They just met up with the wrong guy."

As the wind kicked up a little he waved his hand and a large gust of wind as hot as a dragons breath blew the chilled air away in a torrent.

Alphius hated cold. Not that he couldn't handle it, just that he disliked how the cold would bite at his scars and bring back memories he would rather remained forgotten.

[Sayokane]

She felt the heat on her skin and rubbed her shoulder a bit. She wasn't to certain what to say, she always had problems talking to adults - but of course - she had even more difficulty talking to drunken fools.

"So you came from a battle, and instead of taking a bath to wash off the stench, you drown yourself in boozes?" She asked in a serious, yet curious tone. She had a water spell already incanted and was just waiting for the man to either lung at her, like most drunks would, or ignore her - either way - she was determined to rid him of that bloodied smell which was already making her sick, as she felt a headache coming on.

[shadow king]

He was drunk, but still had his usual wits about him. "If you cast that water spell you'll regret it." he said in a slightly slurred tone. "I drank because I hate the screams of those pathetic cowards they sent to fight me."

Just thinking of their weakness threw him into a slight rage. A deep and powerful aura was starting to flow from him. What he never realized was that the men sent after him weren't weak, he was just a lot stronger then even the strongest that the armies had to offer. After all, he was the strongest magic soldier known at the time.

[Sayokane]

"So, trampling over others makes you feel better," said Nana, not watching her words. She shook her head and then ran ahead of him before stopping and turning around. "Still though, you should bath!" she pointed at him.

She became somewhat unsteady as the blood smell got worse, but she quickly regained her footing and stared at him. "So, will you bath?" she asked him seriously.

[shadow king]

"do you seriously think that your little water spell or any bath will rid me of the stench of death?" he asked, now serious as well, his eyes as cold as ice, like a wolf who had found new pray. "I dare you to try."

He waved his hand in a circle above his head. As the circling continued a strong, hot wind began to gather and circulate about him with a force strong enough to blow the child back a block.

The aura about him began to disapate, and instead he seemed more happy then anything. A new challenge stood before him, even if it was merely a child. She had spunk for wanting to challenge him, and he wanted to return that in the favor of a lowlevel duel.

[Sayokane]

Nana landed gracefully on the ground; she was happy that he had blown away the smell, as it made it easier for her to concentrate. She took out her bow, but as she pulled the string back there was no obvious physical arrow there.

Instead, light gathered in the form of an arrow, it pulsated as she lifted the bow up slightly and let it loose into the air. The arrow sored into the air, when it was above Alphius it shattered into hundreds of smaller arrows which rained down upon him - the arrows were made out of water and thus wouldn't technically harm him - though they would probably give him a light bath.

She quickly put her bow away and prepared herself for a counter-attack; but in the process she silently chanted a spell. As long as he doesn't do anything very serious I can get this spell off, though I figure he thinks this'll be an easy match, being up against a mere child, she thought but she knew better than to get cocky, she was, after all a 'mere child'