Vodarara found himself upon a Caravan in Northern Reim, a slight cold wind breezed over the ground as a Caravan by day made its way through the Icy dew meadows and plains on its way to its destination.
Vodarara sat upon one of the carts of the Caravan train as it made its way towards the mountains.
The slow bum of the cart as Vodarara sat upon it as it moved through the day, it seemed this large caravan was enough to carry a rather heavy guard on it, though Vodarara was using it for travel and of course had to pay to get a lift up towards the Town he was planning to head to.
With such a sizeable guard, Vodarara wondered what exactly was being moved to warrant such forces it may well be of quiet a high value and with the size, it could also mean there was active threats in the region.
He was wrapped in his White Wolf Hide Furs, his bow was wrapped in cloth and unstrung to keep it from acquiring any damage to it.
This place however wasn’t as cold as Imuchakk and was rather far more of a cake walk than that landscape could ever be, his face remained covered a hood set up over his head and a mask furred mask covering over the bridge of his nose and downwards, light and weak scarring slightly visible near his left eye from what was left uncovered.
(Training Magic Tool ability Stalagmite)
Vodarara had recently however acquired something rather unique, his right hand had a leather glove that had an odd looking gem plate set into it.
Vodarara had heard that these magic tools as they were called could be used to channel things similar to what mages could do though Vodarara couldn’t really understand it.
Though he had a book to study in regards to “magic” it seemed that every being had something inside them energy maybe like ones stamina that allows them to keep going even in the hardest conditions, maybe it was something similar.
Vodarara continued reading that it was some sort of willing of the energy to allow one to use abilities through magic tools, as Vodarara played around with the gem plate poking at it and flicking it.
It seemed at least with these magic tools from what Vodarara had gathered from reading that the magic a tool could produce was heavily limited compared to what these “mages” could conjure up, the “magic” being related to the type of tool it was exactly, it seemed the tools where devised on the grand spires one of which Vodarara had once adventured.
Though he did wandered what a crystal shard would produce, theres no chance something one of those things could be of crystal, the only one he had physically been inside had been one that was the power of the winds as well as some odd exploding wolves made of lightning.
Though with the time inputted into playing around with the thing the colours plate would occasionally slightly change, odd things these things where.
(Training end)
Caravans travelled in till it reached a point where they would stop for the night or if they reached a planned stop normally, this would be a camp and they would use they would use the carts as protection from animals and anything else that could attempt to venture close meaning it should help prevent attack on all sides as well as slightly aid with blocking evidence of the fire by blocking some of the light the flickering flames emit.
Soon it would be time for the Caravan to come to a stop for the night, the pass was rather beautiful location with its rouge red sunset.
They had set up the camp before it got dark, now would be time to eat before grabbing some rest a high up location.
Though it would be a while before he turned in as he sat slightly in the edge of the fire light on his own to consume his rations, he was an isolationist after all he didn’t intend to join in on these peoples banter around there campfires.
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WC: 689
266/250 - Stalagmite Training
423/1500
Vodarara sat upon one of the carts of the Caravan train as it made its way towards the mountains.
The slow bum of the cart as Vodarara sat upon it as it moved through the day, it seemed this large caravan was enough to carry a rather heavy guard on it, though Vodarara was using it for travel and of course had to pay to get a lift up towards the Town he was planning to head to.
With such a sizeable guard, Vodarara wondered what exactly was being moved to warrant such forces it may well be of quiet a high value and with the size, it could also mean there was active threats in the region.
He was wrapped in his White Wolf Hide Furs, his bow was wrapped in cloth and unstrung to keep it from acquiring any damage to it.
This place however wasn’t as cold as Imuchakk and was rather far more of a cake walk than that landscape could ever be, his face remained covered a hood set up over his head and a mask furred mask covering over the bridge of his nose and downwards, light and weak scarring slightly visible near his left eye from what was left uncovered.
(Training Magic Tool ability Stalagmite)
Vodarara had recently however acquired something rather unique, his right hand had a leather glove that had an odd looking gem plate set into it.
Vodarara had heard that these magic tools as they were called could be used to channel things similar to what mages could do though Vodarara couldn’t really understand it.
Though he had a book to study in regards to “magic” it seemed that every being had something inside them energy maybe like ones stamina that allows them to keep going even in the hardest conditions, maybe it was something similar.
Vodarara continued reading that it was some sort of willing of the energy to allow one to use abilities through magic tools, as Vodarara played around with the gem plate poking at it and flicking it.
It seemed at least with these magic tools from what Vodarara had gathered from reading that the magic a tool could produce was heavily limited compared to what these “mages” could conjure up, the “magic” being related to the type of tool it was exactly, it seemed the tools where devised on the grand spires one of which Vodarara had once adventured.
Though he did wandered what a crystal shard would produce, theres no chance something one of those things could be of crystal, the only one he had physically been inside had been one that was the power of the winds as well as some odd exploding wolves made of lightning.
Though with the time inputted into playing around with the thing the colours plate would occasionally slightly change, odd things these things where.
(Training end)
Caravans travelled in till it reached a point where they would stop for the night or if they reached a planned stop normally, this would be a camp and they would use they would use the carts as protection from animals and anything else that could attempt to venture close meaning it should help prevent attack on all sides as well as slightly aid with blocking evidence of the fire by blocking some of the light the flickering flames emit.
Soon it would be time for the Caravan to come to a stop for the night, the pass was rather beautiful location with its rouge red sunset.
They had set up the camp before it got dark, now would be time to eat before grabbing some rest a high up location.
Though it would be a while before he turned in as he sat slightly in the edge of the fire light on his own to consume his rations, he was an isolationist after all he didn’t intend to join in on these peoples banter around there campfires.
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WC: 689
266/250 - Stalagmite Training
423/1500