RP:A Request and a Promise of a Test
Frostmaw Fort
Satoshi is easily found at the fort, as the queen has been spending nearly every moment of her time here, helping to rebuild the structure. It had suffered considerable damage during the final battles of the war, and for a magus like Satoshi, it is ample reason to give the old building some long overdue upgrades. At present, she's perched upon a table fit for Frost Giants, leaning over an unrolled length of map alongside a giant wearing a craftsman's belt of tools. The pair, although massively different in size, are bent close together and in eager discussion, for they both have ideas about how to restore the fort in such a way as to outdo its prior glory. The petite queen listens just as attentively as she speaks, arms waving in her excitement, "Towers this time, like the Eyrie's outpost! Height was our advantage before, let's make sure we have plenty of it now~."
Anton paces slowly into the fort, curious eyes looking along the various trophies and tapestries. The black masked man wanders the halls until the echoing voices guide his steps bringing him to the room with the queen and the giant. He quietly approaches the table traveling the thin line of getting noticed with out being distracting. Listining as for a time in the conversation when he feel he could interject himself with minimum rudeness, he bows slightly, not deep as he would for his own queen but one to show respect none-the-less. “Queen Satoshi, I presume. I am Anton of Vailkrin, I come to seek an audience with you if the time fits with your schedule”
Satoshi's vulpine ears flick back at the voice. She'd been curious when he was going to speak after arriving, and now that he does, the magus turns to acknowledge him with a politely neutral expression. The fort's already chilled air grows colder, its source seeming to come from the kit herself. "Greetings, Anton," Satoshi offers, as the Frost Giant busies himself with the map and planning. "I presume this isn't a matter concerning Vailkrin? Else you'd be best speaking to my husband, as he's its king. But it must be something of importance, for you to venture this far north in the aftermath of a war." Amber-flecked eyes trace over the stranger's form in darting, calculating flickers, something that hints that the foxkin is not as carefree as she appears.
Anton rises from the bow “I come of my own accord not of Vailkrin or its citizens. My venture to your,” he pauses a moment as if trying to find the word “fair, land is in concern with the guild of mages to which I have been lead to believe you hold a ranking position that could assist me.” The human stands tall even at the biting cold. “I was told in order to join the ranks of the sister guild I would need to have joined this first which is why I have traveled from the undead city to the frozen one.”
Satoshi nods in understanding. It is typically guild or political business that drives souls to brave the harsh climates of Frostmaw. With a soft sound, the magus slips down from the tabletop then to land lightly on the floor before Anton. As she straightens, Satoshi waves a hand dismissively. "There's no need for flattery. Frostmaw is not a fair land by the standards of any but its inhabitants. To outsiders, ours is a barren, frigid, violent realm. To us, it is fierce, lively, and unrelenting. As for my rank within the guild, you are correct. In fact, as of yesterday, the Archmage and Sublime Master have seen it fit to consider me Magister Glacies, grandmaster of Cryomancy." There isn't the least hint of humility coming from Satoshi. She's a vain creature to the core, and the title was long fought for, so naturally she is still preening over the newly presented title. "I can certainly assist you. You seek to join the Necromancer's Guild, so naturally you must be specialized in those arts. Tell me of your skills, then I can find a suitable test for you."
Anton laughs a bit “Frostmaw and Vailkrin share many commonalities in the regards to to the standards of the outsiders. I offer you congratulations in your newest title. My current skills, while limited have aided me a bit. I am able to create a ball of flame at will, I know this is a beginner skill but one I have worked thoroughly at. I am able to, restore and cause various degrees of damage to corpses though I haven't been able to raise one yet. I am able to cause a subject to become fatigued to the point of a simple yawn to nearly falling asleep while walking, as well as by altering a few of the gestures causing the subject to feel a minor stomach ache to that of a gut wrenching pain. And as of recently am able to paralyze the subject by a simple touch of their skin.” he pauses his eyes rolling trying to think of any other skills “every day I am in study trying to learn more. My goal is to be able to control and bind souls and with any luck eventually transfer souls from one carrier to another.”
Satoshi continues to nod while Anton speaks, following his words. At the remark about controlling and binding souls, she and the Frost Giant grow tense in their own ways: the larger being's hands clench over his paperwork, while Satoshi's ninetails begin to writhe with a serpent-like quality. "Those are dangerous arts you have your eyes upon. They are forbidden in my realm." The frosty edge to Satoshi's voice clearly suggests it is a crime they punish severely in Frostmaw. The north is, after all, famous for being home to a wide variety of unusual spirits, lost souls, and ghosts, all unbound to necromancers. It is an unspeakable insult to Frost Giants and their ancestors to awaken the sleeping dead unwillingly. No small wonder necromancers are rare in the north. "For your own safety, I hazard you about mentioning your choice of arts in Frostmaw. We only have just begun to recover from a war where our dead loved ones were used as soldiers against us. The wound is quite fresh for many; I lost my queensguard captain, and friend, to it. I would not want to see you harmed for not knowing of frayed nerves and short tempers here. However~," as mercurial as her moods, Satoshi's voice shifts from hard to light and lilting, "I can help you in your endeavours to join the Mage's Guild. I have an apprentice that sounds at about your skill level. His name is Ezekiel. Seek him out, and attack. He's in need of a new test, this should do well in determining how he responds to spontaneous events. And it should allow me to gauge your own abilities."
Anton inclines his head, upon rising he speaks “My apologies I did not mean to strike on the nerve perhaps my ambitions should be saved for the Thanatos Domina. How ever I shall seek out Ezekiel and challenge him. I thank you for your time and for the test.” His eyes alight with the challenge as the various scenarios run through his head. “If there is anything I can do to repay the favor of the test, please ask and I will assist to the best of my abilities”
Satoshi again gives that wave of her hand, brushing off Anton's apology. "It is all right, you were not here, you could not have known of our wounds. I only speak of them for your own safety. In the regard to favors, keep to your studies, and should you join our ranks, remain loyal and true. That is all I or the guild could ask for. I wish you the best of luck."
Anton smiles "I wish you the best of your rebuilding, as for myself, I think I'm going to go find a warm fireplace."
Satoshi offers the necromancer a bow. "Then I suggest the tavern. Drargon keeps the fires warm, and his ales will banish the worst frostbite~."
Anton bows his head then lifts the hood of his robes back over his head then begins to head for the exit.