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Adrastos Thanatos

Adrastos Thanatos
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Day
Today was the day that Adrastos Thanatos, the blue mage from Magnostadt, would try a spell he never thought he would ever want to learn: Gravity Lift. Yes, this mage was going to attempt to learn how to fly using magic. He was out of his league. out of his element, but that was not going to stop this determined man with silver hair from trying. No sir. He had jumped out of bed after having a dream about him being able to fly. Though it was only a dream, he loved the feeling that his dream-self was experiencing. To fly meant to be free, and it meant that there was nothing that could possibly stop him from achieving his goals if he were to successfully learn the secrets of gravity magic. It was foolish to think such thoughts so soon when there were clearly other who outranked his own power, but that was what made training more gratifying. He needed to surpass those that surpassed him. That simple.
Adrastos jogged out to the empty field where he had first trained his spells in Reim. Like before, there was nobody around. The only difference was that this was broad daylight and not the middle of the night. He looked around, breathed in the fresh air and smirked, all ready to try this seemingly impossible spell. Adrastos bit his lip hard while looking at his staff and trying to figure out the secrets -- as if his staff could talk, ha! -- but like any lifeless object, it gave not even the slightest hint as to how he would be able to master Gravity Lift. Adrastos groaned. He jumped a few times to see if he needed a little boost. Nothing. He even went as far as climbing a tree and jumping off its branches. Apparently, height was not something that was needed when using Gravity Lift. Adrastos felt stupid for thinking that it somehow could, but how else was he suppose to find out? By flapping his arms like a bird and feeling even more foolish? He was grateful for the solitude that he had so that he would not become the laughing stock of Reim. In frustration, the mage threw his staff down on the ground and paced with his hand clasped together behind his back. Perhaps the answer was not in his own actions, but in the rukh themselves? He remembered when he partook in a strenuous training activity that lasted him at least twelve days or so. While doing his meditation, he distinctly remembered how the rukh spoke to him. Of course, he didn't hear all of it, but there was an understanding, one that only he and fellow magicians most likely knew.
Adrastos picked up his staff before dusting it off with his hand. Then, with a deep breath in, his eyes closed and he began to concentrate on the rukh instead of the spell. He listened intently, waited patiently. For minutes, or perhaps even hours, the rukh were silent and uttered not a sound. Adrastos waited longer until he could stand it no more. That was when he heard them. They whispered their secrets into his eager ears, and he opened his eyes. When he looked down, he realized that he was hovering a few inches off the ground. He, a blue mage, had learned Gravity Lift. Quickly, the mage engraved the technique into his mind so that he would never, ever forget
Adrastos fell to the ground happily, the only emotion that would surface with new knowledge, and laughed aloud at his success.

[WC: 597/500]
Ability Trained - Gravity Lift Stage I:

Code:
[b]Name:[/b] Gravity Lift, Stage 1
[b]Tier:[/b] C
[b]Cost:[/b] 20 on cast; 10 sustain
[b]Element:[/b] Gravity
[b]Class:[/b] Supplementary
[b]Range:[/b] Self
[b]Duration:[/b] Sustained
[b]Cool-Down:[/b] 3 posts or Sustain+1
[b]Description:[/b] A magician lowers the influence of gravity around their body. This gives them the ability to lift off, hover, and soar through the sky at a maximum speed of 5m/s. They can control the force of gravity around their body at any given moment, able to slow down, speed up, or stop flying completely.



Night
Aqua Canno was probably one of Adrastos Thanatos' favorite spells that he had learned first. It had a lot of potential, both as a weak skill and a stronger skill. Adrastos sat on a rock while leaning on his staff, Lux Animae Mortem. He just sat there and looked at a tree, deep in thought. Finally, and rather suddenly, the mage stood. It had took him all day to learn how to use a gravity spell, but he was out of his element then, so to speak. Now, he would be working with water, the element that he was most familiar with.
Adrastos pointed at the tree with his staff and whispered, "Aqua Canno." The jet of water hit the tree, causing very little damage, but he wasn't trying to improve the ability itself. All he was doing was examining it on how it felt, how it behaved. He used Aqua Canno a few more times until he felt sure that he knew how to make another spell like it, only more powerful. Adrastos sighed inaudibly to himself. He wasn't sure where to start, but he assumed it would be like he was casting the original skill.
Adrastos pointed Lux Animae Mortem at the tree and used a similar spell as the one before it. It dealt the same damage, was the same size, was the same speed, and it just didn't feel right as a whole. He tried again, but there was nothing. Literally nothing. Adrastos was feeling frustrated despite him knowing that he would not be able to understand right away. Anger slowly began to boil under his skin. Then, he recalled his water cyclone ability, the one that required some sort of emotion behind it in order to be able to cast it.
His silver eyes looked up at the dark sky to see that there was no moon out tonight. Only the stars provided light, and it was very minimal. Turning, he lit a match and set the torch -- he had luckily thought to bring it as a precaution -- on fire. Feeling a bit better with a little light, Adrastos directed his full attention back to the training.
He searched for the emotion that would be just right. Rage could be used again, he thought, but right now, all I feel is frustration. If only frustration always worked. The mage shook he head. No, he'd have to do this the old-fashioned way: to keep trying until he got it right. The silver-haired man got into a stance. His pose was overall graceful yet forceful, like he was trying to resemble a serene river and a raging sea at the same time. Pointing his staff at the tree again, he attempted the revamped version. Unlike the last two times, there were a few improvements. Starting off, there was actually a jet of water that hit the tree. Secondly, it had more speed than before. He was getting close. So very close that he could almost taste it.
Adrastos tried again. All that was missing, the only piece that was lost in the puzzle, was the damage. He narrowed his eyes the slightest bit, and planted his feet a bit firmly into the ground. Aqua Canno II, he thought, and the original was repeated, but with more power. The mage felt accomplished in what he had done, but also because this was the first spell he didn't have to say out loud in order for it to work. He wondered if the others would be the same as well.

[WC: 591/500]
Ability Trained - Aqua Canno II:

Code:
[b]Name:[/b] Aqua Canno II
[b]Tier:[/b] C
[b]Cost:[/b] 20 magoi
[b]Element:[/b] Water
[b]Class:[/b] Offensive
[b]Range:[/b] 20
[b]Duration:[/b] Instant
[b]Cool-Down:[/b] 3 post
[b]Description:[/b] The caster forms a horizontal pillar of high pressured water about 4-8m in diameter that can be launched toward an opponent within 20 meters at 15 m/s to inflict C-tier damage.



Night II
There was a crack of thunder that awoke Adrastos from his slumber. He found himself to be on a ship, one the rocked violently as the storm outside threatened to send it to the bottom of the sea. How did he get here? Why was he here? Adrastos couldn't understand what was going on, but he didn't have the chance to figure it out. A giant, rough hand pushed him from the hammock he was laying on, causing him to hit the floorboards with a dull thud. "Wake up! Get to work you useless lot!" Useless lot? Work? Before he could even utter a single word, Adrastos was pushed up onto the main deck as a swarm of children pushed and shoved, their eyes wide with absolute fear.
The rain pelted down heavily onto Adrastos' silver hair, soaking it and his body through and through until he was sure that even his bones were drenched with rainwater. Children were working all around him. They each did different jobs; some children swabbed the deck, others tended to the sails, and who knew what some were doing below deck. "Stop gawking, boy!" A sharp sting grew on his face, but only after he had been thrown to the side of the ship against the railing. A tall man with broad shoulders stood over her, glowering and sneering like a rabid animal. "If you don't start working, you'll never live to eat another meal."
Adrastos gulped. He stood on his feet and rushed to get a mop. He began to swab the deck. Every time a wave would crash into him, he would lose his balance and fall on his backside. Regardless of the pain his body was in, Adrastos always got back up and continued to mop. Sure, it was a useless task in this sort of weather where the lightning whipped through the sky, the thunder cracked, and the ocean tossed the ship with undaunting anger.
About an hour or so later, it was difficult to know the exact period of time that had passed, Adrastos heard a scream. It was high pitched and full of terror. He turned his head to find the source when his silver eyes rested upon a boy who was crawling away from the brutal man from earlier. "Please! No!" The man grabbed the boy's leg and dragged him closer. "You know the punishment!" Adrastos wasn't sure what the boy had done, but it was apparently a very serious offense to make the raging man even more fearsome than he already was. The man stood straight to address everyone on deck. "Line up! Now!" Everyone, including Adrastos took a position in a straight line in front of the man who now knelt the little boy on his knees. "You all know the rules here," he sneered, flashing his rotting teeth to the line of children. "And if you break any one of them, you are aware of the punishment. However, it seems that you may not know them like we thought you did. So," he said with a brief pause as he gazed down, his eyes resting on Adrastos, sending shivers coursing through every fiber of his being, "let this be a lesson to you all."
The man brought out his sword, an elegant and simple design to be sure, but it dazzled Adrastos as much as it froze him with petrified fear. Then, the blade was swung down, across the the little boy's flesh. The poor thing fell limp to the ground in a pool of dark red liquid. Suddenly, the man stepped forward, smirking, his face centimeters from Adrastos', the smell of alcohol was thick in his breath and the look of blood lust ran wild in his eyes. "I hope you understand now." The sword gleamed in the corner of Adrastos' vision. "You will never be able to escape." Then, just as the sword inched closer and closer to his neck, there was darkness.

The blue mage, with his heart pounding, his skin beaded with sweat, and his eyes wide, awoke with a start. He was back where he was suppose to be, back in Reim where he was training to learn spells. There was no cloud in the sky to suggest any oncoming rain or that it had been raining as he slept. He ran his hand over his face to banish the emotion of fear from his features. How could he had fallen asleep? And why did he have that dream? His past was not something he wanted to dream about at all.
Standing, the blue mage stretched and picked up his staff when an idea came to him. That sword, the one in his dream, could be used in a spell. The idea of himself killing that man with an frozen version of his own sword was funny, and in some ways, fitting. He had killed and wounded so many of his childhood friends with that sword; it would be amusing to watch him die by a copy of it, would it not?
Adrastos closed his eyes and pictured the weapon in his mind. After a few years, every detail could still be recalled of the sword and it's owner, but the mage did not focus on the wielder, only the weapon. He took a stance that he would take if he were holding an actual weapon with a sharp edge. He concentrated on the water molecules that were around his hand and took a deep breath. Revenge was the whole emotion behind this idea. Revenge was what the blue mage desired other than gold and power.
"Glacialis Lamnia." He commanded the black rukh to make the sword that he envision in his mind with the water molecules and then turn those water molecules into ice. Within seconds, Adrastos felt the frigid air that rolled off the surface of an ice construct in front of his right hand and he opened his eyes. Sure enough, the ice sword was there, in the shape of a katana, the exact weapon used back on the pirate ship. Now, he needed to test how it would work.
The tree would have to suffice since there were no people around. With a smirk, Adrastos swung the frozen blade. The trunk creaked and part of it snapped when it struck the poor defenseless tree. Another spell had been completed and master, and this one was all thanks to a dream and a sense of revenge.
[WC: 1,080/1,000]
Ability Trained - Glacialis Lamnia:
Name: Glacialis Lamnia
Tier: B
Cost: 30/15 magoi
Element: Water (Ice)
Class: Offensive
Range: 30
Duration: Sustain
Cool-Down: 5 posts
Description: The castor forms a long sword like structure that is made of ice and is 15m in length that is used to slash at an opponent within 30 meters at 20 m/s to inflict B-tier damage. This ability may be sustained to be used the next turn.


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