Post by Cyrus Elwood❂ on Feb 4, 2021 2:50:07 GMT -5
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[attr=class,cyrustext]Inspiration could often come from the strangest places.
It was a fact that many people could come to interesting conclusions and revelations from seemingly innocuous or unrelated events that just happened to push their thoughts in the right direction. In Cyrus' personal experience, he could think of three specific instances of this happening to him.
The first was when he and several other Magic Knights fought back an invasion of strange pumpkin-like monstrosities; the odd but memorable encounter had inspired him to create the Cider golems that had served him well over his short but eventful career as a Magic Knight.
The second was the draconic golems commanded by both his Captain, Zaven Blake, as well as those of Pollux, who mentored him during his early days with the Magic Knights. It was their influence that lead to the sap wizard developing his own spin on a dragon soldier, the Molossus that he once commanded; since then he had scaled them back in size for the sake of superior mobility, resulting in his Falernum Wyvern golems.
And then there was the dream he had just last night, which had struck the young man so fiercely that he could not help but head out to train as soon as his eyes could open.
It was no secret, Cyrus knew, that despite his position as Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn, he was still rather lacking in brute strength or power when compared to his peers; be they the likes of Vulkan and Zaven himself, or similarly ranked Magic Knights from the other squads. He was primarily a defensive, tactical fighter, rather than one to overwhelm with sheer might. And thus far, his own approach had served him quite well; his position as the squad's second in command was proof enough of his abilities.
But it wasn't enough.
Cyrus cared little for glory or power for their own sake; he simply wished to protect the land that he called home, and to do his family proud. But as powerful as his defenses and restraints could be, there was only so far his desire to protect could do so without the strength to back it up.
Such fears and concerns had been becoming more often lately, though the only one he confided such information to was his spirit companion and best friend Hama. The Calamity clashing with Artemis, Lydia, and Rosalia in Atlantis; his battle with Zaven to become Vice Captain; and seeing the devastation wrought by Vulkan's spells when the two of them escorted two of their junior Golden Dawn mages through the Frozen Gambit.
In his dreams, these things haunted and mocked him. Taunting him for how he could do nothing but sit behind his barriers and let his golems do the fighting for him.
His dream... his nightmare. A twisted creature of sap formed from his own magic emerged from his grimoire, engulfing his lesser creations before turning its eyeless head towards him.
The memory of what he saw last night still sent chills down his spine, but Cyrus was thankful for it. Over the past few weeks, he had been devising and developing his magical abilities at a truly substantial rate. And now, he thought, he had a form to give those thoughts and desires. If he was to be haunted in his dreams by this nightmarish beast, then so too would his enemies.
Cyrus would call forth the dragon demon he imagined, and remind it of whose thoughts gave it life in the first place.
"And why are we doing this in Atlantis, specifically?" Asked Hama of her friend as they made their way through the streets of the once sunken city, even now still being repaired. He had just finished explaining to her the thought process that led him to his idea, but nothing had really indicated to her why this was the venue he chose.
"I wanted to do this here, because this is where I first began to realize how weak I really was compared to my peers." He explained, eyes never shifting from the path in front of them. When he had contacted the kingdom of Atlantis with a request for somewhere to train, he had been excitedly provided with just such a location; it helped that he was among the party who had brought the grand city back to the surface.
And here they were; it was an uninteresting area, to be perfectly honest. There were no buildings in sight, no signs of the ancient architecture and culture that had so enthralled the studious youth when he arrived here for the first time. But it was perfect for just those same reasons; here, he could concentrate on nothing but the spell he would be casting. Here, there was no danger or risk of any civilians putting themselves in harm's way. Here, he could face his nightmare and show it who the boss was.
Cyrus looked back, the way they had came. There were actually a few of the Atlanteans relatively nearby, but they were keeping their distance. No doubt they were wondering what would bring a single knight to their kingdom to train on his own. None bothered or dared to approach him to question his appearance, but they would soon have their answer.
Cyrus looked over at Hama, the spunky spirit seated on her usual perch on his shoulder but with an uncharacteristically serious expression on her face. She knew how much this training meant to him; beyond their conversations and his musing, Through their connection, she had seen the nightmares as well. It was bizarre, experiencing the fears of someone else. But it also helped her to empathize and support her friend. "Are you ready, Cyrus?" She asked the young wizard, who took a deep breath to steady his nerves. One exhale later, he nodded. "Completely."
At this, Hama's expression turned into a more familiar, confident smirk. She floated off of his shoulder, and gave him a wave. "I know you are. You can do this, Cyrus! And I'll be right here with you." She encouraged the young man, before disappearing into the pages of his grimoire.
Cyrus gave the leather cover of the tome a gentle, fond pat before pulling it out, flipping open to a blank pair of pages and setting the book down on the rocky ground, sitting down with his legs crossed so that the training area was all ahead of him.
The Vice Captain closed his eyes and cleared his mind, thinking back to the beast he had seen while he slept. He could feel his mana flowing, twisting throughout his body as he focused. The concentration caused his magic to form a visible aura around his body; a warm amber glow as it leaked out of him in preparation for spell weaving. And after a few moments, he opened his eyes.
The instant that he did, a large glyph began to form on the ground in front of him. It was like those that would often appear when he summoned his golems, only it radiated far more power than even his Heliades or Meleager. The sight seemed to spur Cyrus on, as proof that he was making progress.
"Now... one piece at a time." Cyrus said to himself, closing his eyes once again to concentrate. The words of his mother, an old Elwood family mantra, echoed throughout his mind. "Through our dreams, we conceive. Through out minds, we understand. And through our magic... we achieve."
As if in response to those old words, the glow of the glyph intensified, and the center began to shine as though a portal had opened within.
Cyrus remembered every detail of the creature he was summoning, bit by bit.
"Clawed hands, like swords on fingertips." He said. And as he said it, two long, black, muscular limbs matching the description erupted from the glyph, slamming down and digging into the rocky floor as if to drag itself into existence.
"Wings as broad as the beast is tall, like the moon blocking out the sun. Spikes like the mountains over the horizon." Twin wings and wicked spikes burst from the light below as the mage continued, curling up before spreading out with a powerful wing beat that blew at the man's hair and clothes. But he was too focused to be distracted now.
"A tail like that of a scorpion; like a living, writhing spear." Said tail was next to emerge, whipping around dangerously as if to clear room so that the beast it was connected to would have plenty of space once the rest of it arrived.
"Powerful legs, the talons of a deadly predator." The legs came next, the arms and clawed wings offering support and stability as one bladed foot was raised after the other. All that had yet to emerge was the beast's head.
"And the head... Horns, greater than any bull or demon. A fanged maw like the clasping guard of a helmet. A face devoid of eyes, like the abyss made manifest."
A low rumble shook the area as the final part of the monstrosity rose. A massive spike came first, while the long neck slowly pulled up and into the real world. Twin horns, broader even than the great beast's shoulders, arose. And finally came the face... it almost resembled a skull or statue, more than an actual living being. But despite this, the golem was far more... alive, than any Cyrus had ever summoned before. It wasn't gelatinous like the Treacle or Ciders. It wasn't rigid and rock-like, as the Meleagers were. And its armored hide lacked the majestic sheen or the Odur or Heliades.
Perhaps most unsettling of all, however, was the beast's posture; rather than remain on all fours once its entire body was free, the creature rose to stand on only its legs. As lifelike as it might have seemed, it was still something extremely unnatural.
But then again, it was a nightmare brought to life. And a nightmare that Cyrus found himself face to face with at last, once he opened his eyes.
Cyrus gazed up at the grand monster, and its empty eyes seemed to meet his own. A low growl could be heard from the beast, as though it were restraining itself from lashing out at the world around it. But rampage, it did not. The Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn continued to watch it, for nearly a full minute, before raising one hand.
The beast mimicked the gesture, and Cyrus held out his palm. The beast did not respond for a time, but then slowly began to reach down towards the man who had summoned it. Its hand stopped several inches from the sap wizard's face, and he could see his own expression reflected in those deadly claws. And as he studied the being he had brought into existence, a single name came to mind; the name he would give this dream made flesh.
"Nidhogg." Cyrus recited from his mind. The golem rumbled lowly in response. It was a menacing sound, but Cyrus got the feeling of an acceptance from it. Not that it had a choice, really; no matter how terrifying or beastly it was, it was still just a golem.
And now, it was a soldier for the Clover Kingdom.
Cyrus looked over at a massive stalagmite, where several such structures served as a natural fence of sorts between the training area and the ocean beyond. It was time to do a test run, the wizard decided with a small smile. He had already "programmed" a couple of spells into his creation, so it was as good a time as any.
"Nidhogg... use your Amber Talons on those stalagmites." He commanded his warrior. The beast reared its head back and clenched its fists, crossing them and its wings in front of its body. The claws across its body took on a brilliant orange glow as the spell took effect. Nidhogg then unfurled its wings with a tremendous roar that, to Cyrus, felt as though it alone was shaking the island on which they stood. A pair of wing flaps brought the dragon into the air, where it again curled up. But this time, when it spread its wings and stretched, the claws that littered its body launched off. Each blade that separated from the beast grew as they sailed through the air towards their targets, embedding themselves in the stone towers if not obliterating them outright.
"And now... detonate." Cyrus continued, working to see how responsive the timing was between him issuing his golem a command and the beast's spell taking effect. And to his delight, he found that there was scarcely a difference between the detonation of this spell and the detonation of his own Falling Star spell, on which Amber Talons was based. The glowing claws exploded into a fearsome shrapnel rain across the area, once more making the young man glad that he was able to secure such a remote location to train his newest spell... as well as his newest spell's spells. The thought actually made him laugh a little bit.
"Excellent. Amber Talons worked just as well as I had hoped it would." He noted, watching his now flying golem. As soon as the claws had first fired off, they had instantly regrown on Nidhogg's body; one would never know that it had just launched a barrage of its own talons just by looking at the creature now.
The rubble from the spell began to fall down towards the sea below, and Cyrus decided that this would be the perfect opportunity for him to test the other spell he had already programmed into the mighty dragon.
"Now Nidhogg, use Sap Salvo to prevent the rubble from reaching the sea!" He commanded the beast once more, this time with much more confidence. Maybe it was this increase in determination, or maybe it was that their connection was growing stronger now that he had successfully summoned it, but now the golem responded immediately to its master's order.
In a flash the dragon flew to get a better angle on the rubble in question, inhaling deeply as it took aim with its nonexistent eyes. With another roar the beast fired off its second spell, releasing a large blast of sap from its throat that collided with the falling debris, securing it to the cliff's face below. Another success, from the look of things.
"Now then... destroy what remains of the debris." Cyrus instructed. Nidhogg let out a low groan in response, raising its wicked claws before slicing through its own sap mass. The fearsome slash's power was evident even from a distance, as Cyrus felt a gust from the attack despite the fair distance between them. The fact that the rubble had been reduced to less than specks was another solid indicator.
Cyrus nodded, content, and then sent his newest subordinate a mental command to come and land before him. The beast did as it was told, landing exactly where instructed and standing up to its full height of ten meters. Cyrus smiled. "Hama, get out here." He said, lightly tapping his grimoire to get the spirit's attention.
Hama emerged from the book's pages, drawing the wizard's attention to the newly written spell. And as he studied the writing, his companion studied Nidhogg. "Holy hell, he's a biggun ain't he?!" She exclaimed, an expression of pure elation and excitement on her face as she laughed eagerly. Cyrus couldn't help but echo the sound, as good a mood as he was in. "That he is. Hama, this... is Nidhogg. My newest golem... a Predator Elemental Incarnate."
Hama whistled, clearly impressed by the creature her friend had brought into existence. She had always had faith that he could do it, but seeing and believing were two completely different things. "This is so awesome, Cy!" She said with another laugh, flying up in front of the draconic beast and waving in its blank face. It seemed to sniff her slightly, but had no reaction beyond that. "So what do we do now?"
Cyrus thought for a moment on her question, but then smiled. Sensing his intent, the Predator knelt down and offered its hand to the young man, who stepped upon it and stood there as it rose back up and deposited the sap wizard onto its shoulder. "Now, Hama, I believe it's time to test how it feels to ride Nidhogg." He suggested, and to this the spirit cheered as she took up her own favorite seat. "Take us on home, Nidhogg." Cyrus commanded the great beast, having full confidence that his newest golem could easily make the trip back to the mainland. "But let's stop by the King and Queen, to thank them for loaning us this area to train."
Nidhogg nodded slightly in response, and once more took to the air. Cyrus sat down on its shoulder as the beast began to fly in the direction of the palace courtyard; he had offered a description of the beast the people might see were his efforts successful, so hopefully there wouldn't be too much of an issue with them dropping by.
That being said though, as they flew, Cyrus cast a curious look at Nidhogg's head before looking back over at Hama as she rested on his shoulder. She caught his staring and tilted her head curiously, wondering what the large smile on her partner's face was for. "What?" She asked, not used to seeing such an expression on the young man's face.
Cyrus just chuckled and shook his head. "I think I get why you like my shoulder so much, that's all." He said, and after a few moments Hama was able to process what exactly it was he was talking about. The two shared a laugh over this once she realized; she was now riding on the shoulder of Cyrus as he rode on the shoulder of Nidhogg.
"I can't wait to see what this guy can do in a real scrap!" The spirit said enthusiastically. Cyrus nodded in agreement; testing was all well and good, but stalagmites were a far cry from real opponents and threats.
"Me too, Hama. Me too."
[EXIT]
It was a fact that many people could come to interesting conclusions and revelations from seemingly innocuous or unrelated events that just happened to push their thoughts in the right direction. In Cyrus' personal experience, he could think of three specific instances of this happening to him.
The first was when he and several other Magic Knights fought back an invasion of strange pumpkin-like monstrosities; the odd but memorable encounter had inspired him to create the Cider golems that had served him well over his short but eventful career as a Magic Knight.
The second was the draconic golems commanded by both his Captain, Zaven Blake, as well as those of Pollux, who mentored him during his early days with the Magic Knights. It was their influence that lead to the sap wizard developing his own spin on a dragon soldier, the Molossus that he once commanded; since then he had scaled them back in size for the sake of superior mobility, resulting in his Falernum Wyvern golems.
And then there was the dream he had just last night, which had struck the young man so fiercely that he could not help but head out to train as soon as his eyes could open.
It was no secret, Cyrus knew, that despite his position as Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn, he was still rather lacking in brute strength or power when compared to his peers; be they the likes of Vulkan and Zaven himself, or similarly ranked Magic Knights from the other squads. He was primarily a defensive, tactical fighter, rather than one to overwhelm with sheer might. And thus far, his own approach had served him quite well; his position as the squad's second in command was proof enough of his abilities.
But it wasn't enough.
Cyrus cared little for glory or power for their own sake; he simply wished to protect the land that he called home, and to do his family proud. But as powerful as his defenses and restraints could be, there was only so far his desire to protect could do so without the strength to back it up.
Such fears and concerns had been becoming more often lately, though the only one he confided such information to was his spirit companion and best friend Hama. The Calamity clashing with Artemis, Lydia, and Rosalia in Atlantis; his battle with Zaven to become Vice Captain; and seeing the devastation wrought by Vulkan's spells when the two of them escorted two of their junior Golden Dawn mages through the Frozen Gambit.
In his dreams, these things haunted and mocked him. Taunting him for how he could do nothing but sit behind his barriers and let his golems do the fighting for him.
His dream... his nightmare. A twisted creature of sap formed from his own magic emerged from his grimoire, engulfing his lesser creations before turning its eyeless head towards him.
The memory of what he saw last night still sent chills down his spine, but Cyrus was thankful for it. Over the past few weeks, he had been devising and developing his magical abilities at a truly substantial rate. And now, he thought, he had a form to give those thoughts and desires. If he was to be haunted in his dreams by this nightmarish beast, then so too would his enemies.
Cyrus would call forth the dragon demon he imagined, and remind it of whose thoughts gave it life in the first place.
"And why are we doing this in Atlantis, specifically?" Asked Hama of her friend as they made their way through the streets of the once sunken city, even now still being repaired. He had just finished explaining to her the thought process that led him to his idea, but nothing had really indicated to her why this was the venue he chose.
"I wanted to do this here, because this is where I first began to realize how weak I really was compared to my peers." He explained, eyes never shifting from the path in front of them. When he had contacted the kingdom of Atlantis with a request for somewhere to train, he had been excitedly provided with just such a location; it helped that he was among the party who had brought the grand city back to the surface.
And here they were; it was an uninteresting area, to be perfectly honest. There were no buildings in sight, no signs of the ancient architecture and culture that had so enthralled the studious youth when he arrived here for the first time. But it was perfect for just those same reasons; here, he could concentrate on nothing but the spell he would be casting. Here, there was no danger or risk of any civilians putting themselves in harm's way. Here, he could face his nightmare and show it who the boss was.
Cyrus looked back, the way they had came. There were actually a few of the Atlanteans relatively nearby, but they were keeping their distance. No doubt they were wondering what would bring a single knight to their kingdom to train on his own. None bothered or dared to approach him to question his appearance, but they would soon have their answer.
Cyrus looked over at Hama, the spunky spirit seated on her usual perch on his shoulder but with an uncharacteristically serious expression on her face. She knew how much this training meant to him; beyond their conversations and his musing, Through their connection, she had seen the nightmares as well. It was bizarre, experiencing the fears of someone else. But it also helped her to empathize and support her friend. "Are you ready, Cyrus?" She asked the young wizard, who took a deep breath to steady his nerves. One exhale later, he nodded. "Completely."
At this, Hama's expression turned into a more familiar, confident smirk. She floated off of his shoulder, and gave him a wave. "I know you are. You can do this, Cyrus! And I'll be right here with you." She encouraged the young man, before disappearing into the pages of his grimoire.
Cyrus gave the leather cover of the tome a gentle, fond pat before pulling it out, flipping open to a blank pair of pages and setting the book down on the rocky ground, sitting down with his legs crossed so that the training area was all ahead of him.
The Vice Captain closed his eyes and cleared his mind, thinking back to the beast he had seen while he slept. He could feel his mana flowing, twisting throughout his body as he focused. The concentration caused his magic to form a visible aura around his body; a warm amber glow as it leaked out of him in preparation for spell weaving. And after a few moments, he opened his eyes.
The instant that he did, a large glyph began to form on the ground in front of him. It was like those that would often appear when he summoned his golems, only it radiated far more power than even his Heliades or Meleager. The sight seemed to spur Cyrus on, as proof that he was making progress.
"Now... one piece at a time." Cyrus said to himself, closing his eyes once again to concentrate. The words of his mother, an old Elwood family mantra, echoed throughout his mind. "Through our dreams, we conceive. Through out minds, we understand. And through our magic... we achieve."
As if in response to those old words, the glow of the glyph intensified, and the center began to shine as though a portal had opened within.
Cyrus remembered every detail of the creature he was summoning, bit by bit.
"Clawed hands, like swords on fingertips." He said. And as he said it, two long, black, muscular limbs matching the description erupted from the glyph, slamming down and digging into the rocky floor as if to drag itself into existence.
"Wings as broad as the beast is tall, like the moon blocking out the sun. Spikes like the mountains over the horizon." Twin wings and wicked spikes burst from the light below as the mage continued, curling up before spreading out with a powerful wing beat that blew at the man's hair and clothes. But he was too focused to be distracted now.
"A tail like that of a scorpion; like a living, writhing spear." Said tail was next to emerge, whipping around dangerously as if to clear room so that the beast it was connected to would have plenty of space once the rest of it arrived.
"Powerful legs, the talons of a deadly predator." The legs came next, the arms and clawed wings offering support and stability as one bladed foot was raised after the other. All that had yet to emerge was the beast's head.
"And the head... Horns, greater than any bull or demon. A fanged maw like the clasping guard of a helmet. A face devoid of eyes, like the abyss made manifest."
A low rumble shook the area as the final part of the monstrosity rose. A massive spike came first, while the long neck slowly pulled up and into the real world. Twin horns, broader even than the great beast's shoulders, arose. And finally came the face... it almost resembled a skull or statue, more than an actual living being. But despite this, the golem was far more... alive, than any Cyrus had ever summoned before. It wasn't gelatinous like the Treacle or Ciders. It wasn't rigid and rock-like, as the Meleagers were. And its armored hide lacked the majestic sheen or the Odur or Heliades.
Perhaps most unsettling of all, however, was the beast's posture; rather than remain on all fours once its entire body was free, the creature rose to stand on only its legs. As lifelike as it might have seemed, it was still something extremely unnatural.
But then again, it was a nightmare brought to life. And a nightmare that Cyrus found himself face to face with at last, once he opened his eyes.
Cyrus gazed up at the grand monster, and its empty eyes seemed to meet his own. A low growl could be heard from the beast, as though it were restraining itself from lashing out at the world around it. But rampage, it did not. The Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn continued to watch it, for nearly a full minute, before raising one hand.
The beast mimicked the gesture, and Cyrus held out his palm. The beast did not respond for a time, but then slowly began to reach down towards the man who had summoned it. Its hand stopped several inches from the sap wizard's face, and he could see his own expression reflected in those deadly claws. And as he studied the being he had brought into existence, a single name came to mind; the name he would give this dream made flesh.
"Nidhogg." Cyrus recited from his mind. The golem rumbled lowly in response. It was a menacing sound, but Cyrus got the feeling of an acceptance from it. Not that it had a choice, really; no matter how terrifying or beastly it was, it was still just a golem.
And now, it was a soldier for the Clover Kingdom.
Cyrus looked over at a massive stalagmite, where several such structures served as a natural fence of sorts between the training area and the ocean beyond. It was time to do a test run, the wizard decided with a small smile. He had already "programmed" a couple of spells into his creation, so it was as good a time as any.
"Nidhogg... use your Amber Talons on those stalagmites." He commanded his warrior. The beast reared its head back and clenched its fists, crossing them and its wings in front of its body. The claws across its body took on a brilliant orange glow as the spell took effect. Nidhogg then unfurled its wings with a tremendous roar that, to Cyrus, felt as though it alone was shaking the island on which they stood. A pair of wing flaps brought the dragon into the air, where it again curled up. But this time, when it spread its wings and stretched, the claws that littered its body launched off. Each blade that separated from the beast grew as they sailed through the air towards their targets, embedding themselves in the stone towers if not obliterating them outright.
"And now... detonate." Cyrus continued, working to see how responsive the timing was between him issuing his golem a command and the beast's spell taking effect. And to his delight, he found that there was scarcely a difference between the detonation of this spell and the detonation of his own Falling Star spell, on which Amber Talons was based. The glowing claws exploded into a fearsome shrapnel rain across the area, once more making the young man glad that he was able to secure such a remote location to train his newest spell... as well as his newest spell's spells. The thought actually made him laugh a little bit.
"Excellent. Amber Talons worked just as well as I had hoped it would." He noted, watching his now flying golem. As soon as the claws had first fired off, they had instantly regrown on Nidhogg's body; one would never know that it had just launched a barrage of its own talons just by looking at the creature now.
The rubble from the spell began to fall down towards the sea below, and Cyrus decided that this would be the perfect opportunity for him to test the other spell he had already programmed into the mighty dragon.
"Now Nidhogg, use Sap Salvo to prevent the rubble from reaching the sea!" He commanded the beast once more, this time with much more confidence. Maybe it was this increase in determination, or maybe it was that their connection was growing stronger now that he had successfully summoned it, but now the golem responded immediately to its master's order.
In a flash the dragon flew to get a better angle on the rubble in question, inhaling deeply as it took aim with its nonexistent eyes. With another roar the beast fired off its second spell, releasing a large blast of sap from its throat that collided with the falling debris, securing it to the cliff's face below. Another success, from the look of things.
"Now then... destroy what remains of the debris." Cyrus instructed. Nidhogg let out a low groan in response, raising its wicked claws before slicing through its own sap mass. The fearsome slash's power was evident even from a distance, as Cyrus felt a gust from the attack despite the fair distance between them. The fact that the rubble had been reduced to less than specks was another solid indicator.
Cyrus nodded, content, and then sent his newest subordinate a mental command to come and land before him. The beast did as it was told, landing exactly where instructed and standing up to its full height of ten meters. Cyrus smiled. "Hama, get out here." He said, lightly tapping his grimoire to get the spirit's attention.
Hama emerged from the book's pages, drawing the wizard's attention to the newly written spell. And as he studied the writing, his companion studied Nidhogg. "Holy hell, he's a biggun ain't he?!" She exclaimed, an expression of pure elation and excitement on her face as she laughed eagerly. Cyrus couldn't help but echo the sound, as good a mood as he was in. "That he is. Hama, this... is Nidhogg. My newest golem... a Predator Elemental Incarnate."
Hama whistled, clearly impressed by the creature her friend had brought into existence. She had always had faith that he could do it, but seeing and believing were two completely different things. "This is so awesome, Cy!" She said with another laugh, flying up in front of the draconic beast and waving in its blank face. It seemed to sniff her slightly, but had no reaction beyond that. "So what do we do now?"
Cyrus thought for a moment on her question, but then smiled. Sensing his intent, the Predator knelt down and offered its hand to the young man, who stepped upon it and stood there as it rose back up and deposited the sap wizard onto its shoulder. "Now, Hama, I believe it's time to test how it feels to ride Nidhogg." He suggested, and to this the spirit cheered as she took up her own favorite seat. "Take us on home, Nidhogg." Cyrus commanded the great beast, having full confidence that his newest golem could easily make the trip back to the mainland. "But let's stop by the King and Queen, to thank them for loaning us this area to train."
Nidhogg nodded slightly in response, and once more took to the air. Cyrus sat down on its shoulder as the beast began to fly in the direction of the palace courtyard; he had offered a description of the beast the people might see were his efforts successful, so hopefully there wouldn't be too much of an issue with them dropping by.
That being said though, as they flew, Cyrus cast a curious look at Nidhogg's head before looking back over at Hama as she rested on his shoulder. She caught his staring and tilted her head curiously, wondering what the large smile on her partner's face was for. "What?" She asked, not used to seeing such an expression on the young man's face.
Cyrus just chuckled and shook his head. "I think I get why you like my shoulder so much, that's all." He said, and after a few moments Hama was able to process what exactly it was he was talking about. The two shared a laugh over this once she realized; she was now riding on the shoulder of Cyrus as he rode on the shoulder of Nidhogg.
"I can't wait to see what this guy can do in a real scrap!" The spirit said enthusiastically. Cyrus nodded in agreement; testing was all well and good, but stalagmites were a far cry from real opponents and threats.
"Me too, Hama. Me too."
[EXIT]
[attr="class,cyrusstats]Stats & Information
WC: 3043 | TWC: 3043
[attr="class,cyrusstats]
Mana Skin | 24/24 |
Health | 16/16 |
Mana | 400/400 |
Movement Speed | 05 |
Damage Taken | 00 |
Healing Recieved | 00 |
Mana Used | 00 |
Mana Regen | 00 |
[attr="class,cyrusstats]
Combat Notes
N/A
Items On Hand
Magic Knight's Mantle
Spells Used
N/A
scrolltest
Combat Notes
N/A
Items On Hand
Magic Knight's Mantle
Spells Used
N/A
scrolltest
[attr=class,cyrusstats]
POW 51 | DUR 205 |
CON 151 | SEN 01 |
STA 131 |
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