RP:A Song of Ice and Fire
This is a Mage's Guild RP.
Characters:
- Svilfon, Human, Wizard.
Meditation Center (Mage Tower)
As you step off the stairs, you see people who study the mystical arts all sitting or laying down in deep meditation. Some of them are chanting while others hum, speak soft prayers, or their own personal mantra. There are no windows in this room, but a small altar is at the far end of the room, with many candles sitting on and around it. The light in the room is thus a little dim, but it’s perfect for this room, creating a quite and kind atmosphere. All around you are nice, lush pillows and carpeting, very comfortable for one to relax and forget the body and expand the mind. There is also quiet music playing from an odd device in the corner of the room. This place seems very peaceful, and you can almost feel the spiritual world nearby. There are two sets of the carefully crafted stairways from here. One that goes up and one that goes down to the ground level.
Satoshi -was- in the Training Center above, up until the moment she's sent tumbling down the stairs to land in a heap amongst the until then quietly meditating magelings. Wisps of smoke rise from the kit's soot-marked coat, and she coughs between groans as she rises unsteadily to her feet. A moment is taken to glance at the staring students before Satoshi gives a flip of her singed hair, and imperious lift of her chin. "Et this is why you do not attempt to combine ice and lightning, younglings. Any lesser being would have been killed by that~," she explains, tone so nonchalant it's hard to believe the magus actually made some error in her spell-experiments. It's only the exasperated stare her ermine gives her that might suggest otherwise, but who looks that closely at a little weasel tucked under a mage's hair anyway?
Satoshi's good at that "I meant to do that" recovery cats are infamous for.
Svilfon is sitting cross legged in the corner of the usually quiet room. His face is a chiaroscuro mask beneath the wide brim of his finely pointed hat; eyes darkened in shadows, his cracked lips shown in the many candles' light. As Satoshi makes her... dignified... entrance, Svil smiles a crooked gap-toothed grin. He's the one who is usually making entrances like that! He is most impressed. With surprising grace the young wizard gets to his feet and wanders over to the ice magus, before flashing her another smile. "Snow queen... Or thunder queen?" He snickers. "I've been looking for you." His voice is somewhat ominious, though his face remains as ever quite jovial.
Svilfon was most impressed by her recovery, and surely took notes how to make such an entrance seem suave.
Satoshi pauses in the midst of brushing soot from her clothing to turn blinking eyes up to the wizard. She wrinkles her nose at the teasing, retorting with a scoffed, "Gods no. I taste that wretched element enough without wielding it too." Frowing, the kit straightens her disheveled jacket before continuing, "Looking for moi? Whatever for? I have too many amazing qualities to fathom a guess at what you seek, after all~." A lopsided grin finds its way onto her features then, either to accompany the arrogance or take some of the barb from it... it's no easy thing to determine with Satoshi.
Svilfon lets a sardonic smile shift the crookedness away from his face for just a moment as he eyes the soot-covered mage. "Too cold for fire, too fast for earth. I suppose lightning is the next logical progresssion. I'd have gone with..." He stops then and turns his gaze about the room. He is impressed, as always, at the serenity that flows through everything; as if those who designed it added every small piece of furniture, every single color on the walls and pattern on the ground, all to enhance its tangible sense of relaxed peace... Unless of course certain mages, and wizards, were upstairs trying to experiment. Which is often the case of late. Poor, poor students of the mage guild. At least only a few have been shrunk, zapped, sizzled and fried. Most.. well.. some... well.. a few! - make it all the way to magedom. Perils of the profession, we'll blame Tiphareth. With a slight shake of his head to stop its constant wandering, Svil looks back at Satoshi and flashes another grin that proudly shows the many gaps in his mouth. "A few of your fine qualities, arcane comrade! Though surely not all." He tips his hat with a wink, before carrying on. "Your ice, to incarcerate something. Or at least, your ice to act as bait." Did he gulp? Maybe a little. "Also, your magely prowess to test my wizardly skills. And finally." He leans a little closer and speaks in conspirital tones, "Your opinion on a certain leader of ours and his venerable status."
Satoshi meets Svilfon's words with a blank expression, no more than a sharp blink coming from her--a blink matched by the beady-eyed stoat on her shoulder. A long moment is spent with Satoshi simply staring at the wizard, seemingly caught between apalled silence and attempting to mind-read, before with another blink she perks up suddenly. An impish smirk flits across her face then, all fangs and mischief. "Hunting, fighting, et potential scheming, eh~? You've come to the right fox."
Satoshi just likes to stare at people, because it makes them squirm.
Svilfon does his best to act like he's not at all bothered by the stoat-ish glare coming from her fine companion. He seems casual enough, his grin ever in place upon his crooked features, and as Satie's gaze lingers on his face he merely waits. Something amongst the students gathered here for quiet contemplation tells them it's time to leave; I would hazard a guess it's talk of potential battle between the less-than-sane wizard and the One Lesson Lady. And as they quietly gather their things and depart, Svil speaks again, "Hunting... Aye... Fish in a barrel, maybe, if you don't mind being the barrel... Or the fish... Wait." Having lost analogy number one, the wizard pushes on, "And aye, battle! Your fine ice against my questionable wizardly skills!" He flashes a friendly grin, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. They remain almost dark in their eagerness to face the queen of Frostmaw. "And aye, a scheme. A little... testing... to ensure we are all ranked within our organization correctly, is all. Nothing sinister about it. Well... only a little." He winks at her.
Svilfon was more squirming from the stoat's stare! Unnerving!
Satoshi said to Svilfon, "Fish et barrel aside, what is it you're hunting? As fun as it is to jump off cliffs, I much prefer to take a peek at what lurks at the bottom first, to prepare my landing and such." You'd think the kit makes a habit of jumping off cliffs even when deadly spikes wait at the bottom, with the way she says it. Nonetheless, Satoshi shrugs in that one-armed way of hers and continues, "I suppose it's also a good thing I don't worry much about advantages, otherwise I'd say you've got one, knowing my abilities while I don't know yours, eh~?"
Svilfon brightens up quickly as Satoshi speaks of jumping off cliffs. He did quite enjoy the snow queen's company. "Ah... well..." He lifts his hand to scratch the back of his head, "It's a... well..." With a huff he speaks quickly, "It's a Nightmare! You know, all fire and brimstone... So... You'll be bait?" His face screws up in the expression someone makes moments before they're hit in the face with a boulder.
Satoshi blinks, blinks again, and promptly puffs up her cheeks in a very Shishi-esque expression, looking like a miffed child suppressing a tantrum. But with an exhale, the foxkin chuckles and even nods. "Very well then, but only if I can be the kind of bait that bites back. No one gets away free with burning me~."
Svilfon snickers with genuine good humor and lets the small piece of chocolate he was going to give Satoshi return to its place in his pocket. She did look like she was ready to throw a tantrum, after all! "I knew you'd be keen! Stupid old mages told me you'd want nothing to do with my firey companion, and I said bah! She'll do it. She's probably hungry." He tips his hat to the snow queen, and does his best not to reach out a brush away a small piece of soot that's settled on her hair. "Tiphareth is game for this. Joliette Thorne should be, though whether she can be trusted in this, I am not sure." He seems almost angry for just a moment, but it soon passes. "I intend to cast the spells, and enact the protections we need... so... well..." Again he scratches the back of his head. "You might want to bring some protection of your own." A self mocking smile follows in the wake of his words, showing he is hardly confident in his abilities to stop whatever beasts may roam free from his spell.
Satoshi's ears twist forward at mention of Jolie, but whatever it is the kit is planning to say in response is halted at the flash of anger coming from the normally cheerful wizard. Instead, Satoshi nods. "Your choice of help is a list of the untrustworthy, in all honesty, but each of us also enjoys a good challenge. You can count me in, wizard. And I've always got protection on hand." An almost affectionate pat is given to the frozen katana at her waist then, the blade voicing a soft chime of delight for the recognition. "But, why a Nightmare of all things? I'd say that's not my first choice, but then... anything of a fiery nature is my last choice."
Svilfon chuckles again, "Aye - I've told Tiphareth that soon I'll be ready to slap him around some. He is drow, after all. No better way to get rid of an enemy than pretend to be their friend." The chuckle dies as the wizard hears his own words, but he carries on after only a slight pause. He had eyed the weapon at her side only briefly - katana weilding ice magus... he almost reconsidered his decision to fight her. But he would press on; as Thea once said, he's more got more bravery than brains. "Why a nightmare?! Picture it!" He almost slapped her shoulder then in a gesture of comradarie, but decides at the last moment it may not be a wise idea. "Finely hatted wizard riding into battle on a fire breathing horse - spells flying around as I bravely charge head first into a wild fray, my steadfast companion never failing!" He sighs, "Well.. that, and I have a habit of setting myself on fire." An almost blush? Maybe. "Wouldn't want my mount becoming my dinner, now, would I... or the other way around."
Satoshi can't help but laugh, finding the wizard's egotistical portrayal of a heroic battle scene almost endearing. The kit does tend to be drawn toward those with special individuals with a healthy mix of pride and humor, after all. "I see, I see~. It's a tempting thought for even myself, but alas, such a horse would threaten to melt my most precious belongings whenever ridden. I'll stick to my reindeer for the time being~."
Svilfon laughs again, "A fine pair we would make, lady Frostmaw!" He flashes her another wink before speaking again, "Through ice and fire they came, leaving frozen remnants of soot-covered destruction in their wake... Him, on a horse. Her, on a reindeer." He snickers at the image, " And the world was left to tremble! Damnit, I knew I should have been a bard!"
Satoshi said to Svilfon, "Aha~. That's where we could make yet another duo! You write the words, and," her voice shifts to take on a melodic rhythm, "I'll weave them into song~."
Satoshi would dub it the Song of Ice and Fire, but George R.R. Martin took that name already.
Svilfon claps his hands, "Sing me a pirate song!" He seems to be caught up in the moment, and mayhaps forgotten he is speaking to the queen of Frostmaw, and a higher ranking member of the mage's guild. But damnit! - the wizard loves pirate songs.
Satoshi clears her throat, takes a deep breath, and... leans toward Svilfon to trill teasingly, "You'll have to best me, fir~st~!"
Svilfon draws forth his Xalious wood-wand and grins, "You do not want to know what I'll do for pirate songs, lady icicle." He grins with his usual level of joviality, seemingly uncaring they could soon be locked in a potentially deadly fight. "But if you insist..." Another wink is sent; maybe the wizard has something in his eye.
Satoshi shakes her head, tsking even as her ice-encased Xalious staff manifests into her hand in answer to the appearance of the wand. "Aww, but you issued the original challenge. By rights, I should pick the battleground. Else, one would say you arranged traps and other such unfair things to defeat me in my foolhardy trust~."
Svilfon places his hand over his heart, "You wound me! I would neve... I may not... Ah fine, I probably would! But only against someone I don't like, and I like you well and good." He grins, "But lead away, oh singer of frost's icy song. I will follow you with all my foolhardy trust."
Satoshi bows to the wizard before turning on a heel and marching down the stairs, calling over her shoulder as she goes, "We'll go to neutral ground~, the former home of our Guild-ish weapons~." Which is to say, the Xalious Tree. "And, when I best you, I do believe I'd like to hear a song about myself, sung by you~."
Svilfon follows Sati with a casual stride, impending death never something to cause the wizard to falter. "You have yourself a deal, lady. But the pirate song you will sing better good!" Oh yes, them be fightings words.
Xalious Tree
Before you is an enormous tree like none you have ever seen. It stands towering some three hundred feet into the air and stretching outward nearly as wide and the soft glow of its enchanted boughs radiates a metamagical aura of soothing sapphire light. The leaves are of a rich golden color with each vein therein shining in brilliant silver contrast; each one having the striking resemblance to a large human hand. You notice that they seem to move of their own volition, facing and reaching in all different directions to get the best angle of the sun. The bark of this tree near the base is a rich charcoal black, taking on a deep brown hue as it extends upward into the canopy. The mighty Xalious Tree, which appeared when the Archmage Xalious died and ascended to assume the divine role as God of Magic, standing in majestic beauty as an eternal symbol of the mortal's ascension. As you look closer into the tree you see an inscription carved deep into the bark. There is nothing else here but a field of carefully kept grass and some travelers who have come to bask in this sacred tree's presence. To the west appears to be a nice merchant's shop. To the north is the town well.
Satoshi comes to a halt before the tree, taking a moment to gaze up at it with an almost fond look. "This seems an apt place, non~?"
Svilfon wanders in behind Satoshi. He offers both the tree and the snow queen an ambiguous smile, "A fine place to settle something between our fine guild members." He offers her a bow and another smile. "Good luck, lady."
Satoshi laughs as she takes a large number of precautionary hops backward, putting a hefty distance between herself and the fire-starter wizard. Once settled into place, she levels the head of her frosty staff at Svilfon and smirks playfully, "I'm not the one that'll need luck, monsieur Pointy Hat~."
Svilfon eyes the tree for a moment longer, before stepping a few paces further away from it and pointing his Xalious wand at the queen. He matches her smirk with one of his own, gaps in his teeth shown most proudly. "Begin."
Svilfon doesn't even wait for his words to fade into echoed silence before he acts. His wand is sent through a series of arcane movements; painting in the air with unseen lines a tapestry of arcane might as he begins to chant in his faintly melodic voice. The air around the young wizard wavers like it were growing hotter, but this is merely a side-effect to most his casting, for as he said in the guild, she was far too cold to sizzle with his flames. The spell he casts is one learned while Tiphareth was in the Underdark, leaving his student to study a variety of weird, and mostly discarded schools of magic. When the words of his chant have died away, and with a final flourish to satisfy his wizardly streak of vanity, Svil lets free his spell directly at the snow queen. Born from the very air, four thin tendrils of sentient light manifest themselves into existence. With a sibilant grace they snake across the distance between Provost Estorica and Magister Templi. They would seek to follow the queen of snow were she to attempt evasion, and if they found her body they would wrap around her limbs and begin to burrow into her skin. For though they seem to be made of little more than light, they are in fact the fine work of a little known mage who was a sadly confused fellow. He spent so long in an underground cave he would send these light-made snakes up to the surface to ensure his air holes remained clear. Sadly, he didn't count on the floods that used said tunnels to fill his home with water and end his hermit-esque life. But regardless, his books were recovered, studied, and now those same snakes seek to burrow into the queen of Frostmaw and ensure she has a few extra breathing holes throughout her body.
Satoshi's grip upon her Xalious staff tightens when the wizard begins his casting, her own dulcet words swift to follow rather than linger unprepared when the hammer falls. In answer to the kit's song, frost begins to creep from the staff in crackling layers, spilling onto her hand and spreading rapidly along her arm as it thickens. The glacial armor has hardly reached the point of mid-chest before Svilfon's spell strikes, however, stalling Satoshi's actions, words faltering when four matching enlightened snakes coil about her limbs. The kit's arms are spared the worst of the burrowing, right sheathed in the icy plating and left being made of the same element capable of reflecting the damage--at the cost of hefty chipping in the frost. But her legs are another story entirely, and with a cry Satoshi drops to her knees, unable to even clasp her hands--useless while locked in their enchantments--over the gaping holes the serpents have left behind. Gritting her teeth in a grimace of agony, jaw tightening at each squirm of the tendrils, the kit goes rigid and her eyes lose focus. The blood pouring from the multiple holes gouged into her legs begins to darken then, and thicken, before with a screech a bloodied tendril erupts outward from the flesh with the pair of offending snakes clamped in its jaws. Asorial, in the shadowy form of a pipefox, hisses with rage once it's devoured the beings of light and sets its beady eyes upon Svilfon. Kit and Wrathful entity alike snarl rhythmatically, calling upon the pooled blood surrounding them, willing it to rise in the form of a row of glacial spears, all levelled toward the wizard--or more specifically, his blood, their kin. With a growl, the immobilized Satoshi sends the javelins rocketing outward, directing them to hone in on Svilfon's blood, to inflict him with as many holes as he's delivered upon herself.
Svilfon stares with a hint of cruel pleasure at the snow queen's pain as she is ravaged by his spell. A sly smile worms its way onto his features, all masks of friendly joviality discarded in the heat of battle. But that smile lasts only as long as it takes for Asorial to tear its free and snarl so menacingly at the human before it. Svilfon drops a touch lower, readying himself to meet the wraith-like fox's tooth and claw head on. But alas, such a conflict is not yet to be. For from Satoshi's own blood javelins are born, and with deadly speed they are sent hurling at the young wizard. Never once to be called athletic, and rarely graceful, he reacts with his typical lack of physical flair: In an attempt to jump in many directions at once, he succeeds in doing little more than falling forward, face first into the dirt. But falling forward into the path of javelins is not smart, a lesson he learns as one tears through his shoulder, giving birth to a sanguine flower that blooms from his robes in its wake, and another drives across his back, carving a trail of blood. He lays there for a moment, breathing in harsh granules of dust, before with a scream of pushes himself up, clutching his wand in one arm, his other left dangling useless at his side. Unfocused as he is, his magic reverts back to its firey roots. And without halting his pain-filled scream, the wizard charges forward. Feet stagger a touch from his continued loss of blood, but still his speed is quite admirable coming from the unfit man. He cuts the distance between kit-vampire, wrathful entity and wizard, until he is close enough to be in danger from her formidable weapons, before he enacts his teleportation spell. Svilfon, now smoldering, appears almost where he started, though he is upon his knees breathing raggedly. But where he ended up running is now a burning torrent of fire, the side-effect of his spell, that continues on towards both Kit-vampire and Asorial, hoping to melt one and consume the other...
Satoshi balks at the rapidly approaching flames, instinct driving her to seek shelter behind the nearest object. Unfortunately, the kit's legs are in no shape to allow her movement, leaving her with the staff and Asorial as her only options. With no more than a half-sung word, Satoshi hunkers down with the staff planted before her, the enchanted piece of Xalious wood flaring to life with the same sapphire light the tree gives off in answer, even as Asorial rears up, hissing defiance at the fire while aglow with its own dark aura. Azure and midnight blue light from the pair of weapons play before the kit's hunched form, weaving together into a frosty net as the flames engulf them with a roar. Steam billows out from the spot in a rapid eruption, born of the collision of rival elements and serving to blanket the outcome of the confrontation. In the epicenter of the cloud huddles Satoshi, well-singed and streaked with soot to a near black color, but certainly not cooked through as Svilfon might have hoped, thanks to the protective enchantments of her icy gear. Shuddering, the kit-vampire brings herself back into focus, nose flaring as she catches the distinct scent of spilt human blood over the smell of her own burnt flesh. A smirk cuts its way across her face at that, and with a renewed vigor she begins to hum a ghostly melody, spilling her magics into the gathered fog. In answer, the mist condenses, shrinking into the muscular form of a stag elk. Frozen hooves paw at the earth, and the conjured beast snorts once, lowering its pointed crown of antlers at the wizard before racing across the scorched ground toward him, as if charging a rival stag. But that's hardly all Satoshi throws at the wizard, for while he's distracted by the obvious threat of a swiftly approaching bulk of ice, she'll begin to whistle a persuasive tune to his leaking blood. Crimson vines begin to form along his torn shoulder, flexing as they rise with grasping, thorny coils to seek out his throat and face in a traitorous attack.
Svilfon has once again regained his feet as the confrontation between ice and fire ravages the battlefield. As the icey stag is given life, Svil allows himself a twisted smile that more resembles a grimace. He prepares himself to do something incredibly stupid, and truly at times such as this he is most content. He intends to leap atop the icy beast and ride it into battle; a contradiction of styles compared to their earlier discussion. But before he can leap atop its back something crawls up his flesh. So sinuously does it move, the young wizard thinks it a snake. And oh, of all the things he fears on Hollow's green surface, nothing quite effects the man like those belly-slithering creatures. So in panic he lets out a rather high-pitched screech and jumps high into the air. Be it fate, destiny, or merely lady Fortune smiling upon him, he leaps high enough to be spared from the impaling horns of the fog-made elk. He is struck, though, by the top of its head and sent cartwheeling through the sky. His useless arm flails wildly, as his good arm lifts to his neck, for already the blood has begun to circle around and constrict his breath. All thoughts of tearing away the insidious liquid flees him, though, as he strikes the ground with a formidable thump, both wind and consciousness briefly knocked from his body. But he regains control soon enough, and with his hand still gripping his throat, the Xalious wood-wand discarded through his brief encounter with flight, he gets to his feet. Like a drunk, well, like him when he's drunk, Svilfon staggers, clawing at his own flesh in an attempt to rid himself of her blood-magic. But within seconds he knows it is futile. With death grinning over his shoulder, the wizard snaps once again into a fit of wild rage: Eyes roll into his head as his hand reaches into his robes and pulls forth a wand given to him by Daath long ago. It is enchanted with lightning, but Svil is in no position to speak its command word. Instead he bends down, pushes its tip onto a rock, before flashing Satoshi a death's head grin. With no thought to his own well-being, Svil stomps down upon the wood before enacting his final teleportation spell. It manages to take him to the far side of the Xalious tree, where he can see the blinding light. For with the shattered artifact no longer incarcerating the electrical magic, it is violently freed to lavish its intentions in all directions, charring and charging everything in its path. And as Svil begins to choke to death, he hopes Satoshi will be rendered immobile enough for her devilish magic to stop...
Satoshi's staff clatters to the ground, spent and steaming after its battle with fire, but the kit is given a moment of respite while Svilfon fumbles against the strangling blood-vine. Hackles raise and Asorial is seized as another wand is drawn however, but with the wizard wordless, Satoshi is merely kept wary... until she gets a horrible sinking feeling when she's grinned at before he--of all things--stomps upon the wand. That deathly smile is all the forewarning the foxkin gets, but seconds are all she needs to enforce her will upon Asorial. The pipefox quivers as its shape reforms into that of a glacial scythe, held firmly in Satoshi's ice-encrusted hand as it renews the previous enchantments started by the Xalious staff. As lightning explodes upon the field--descimating the arctic elk mid-bellow--black ice races over a bloodied Satoshi's form to encase her in a rough recreation of a knight's armor. Frozen plates crack under the barrage of arcing lightning, and the sheer force of the blows knock Satoshi flat on her back, but the extreme chill of the ice is enough to ward off all but the most stubborn currents from coursing through her undead flesh. Those particular bits of lightning that find the kit within the glacier are endured with an accustomed force of will. Focused upon the creation of her armor, Satoshi has indeed released the spell upon Svilfon's blood, but that hardly means the kit has forgotten about him. From within her icy, self-inflicted prison, the ice magus begins a pained humming, once more calling to the wounds she's inflicted upon him. At their current range, her spell doesn't carry the strength to renew the former vines, but she can certainly apply smaller workings. The thorns that once adorned the tendrils of blood turn inward then, hellbent upon coursing and shredding their microscopic way through the wizard's veins, in hopes of severing enough vital vessels to render his joints immobile. Or at the very least, inflicting enough unnatural chill to cripple his casting.
Svilfon feels the insidious magic of Satoshi begin to wane as once again breath can be drawn through his lacerated throat. The change from that brutal battle with death to the freedom once again to live is enough to exhaust the tattered, bloodied wizard and with a deep sigh he drops to his knees and rests his forehead against the wood of the Xalious tree. And it is only here, in the desecrated battlefield, that he can find slight peace. And slowly, so slowly, it dawns on him what he did. He has no misconceptions that he intended to kill the queen of Frostmaw, and no delusions she tried the same against him. But of all Hollow's rulers, he does like Satoshi the best. She praised him when he stood up to her, and is more than a little amusing to talk to. So with a groan laced with complete agony, Svil pulls himself once more to his feet and moves around the tree to survey his handiwork. The destruction is far-reaching, many lesser trees having been destroyed by their unleashed might. But nothing catches his attention more than the fallen form of Satoshi. Locked as she is within her armor of ice, Svil thinks he's killed her, and with a cry of horror he begins to stagger closer and closer to where she lays. Foolishly, he doesn't know with each step her magic would grow stronger. So the stinging he assumes was from his wounds begins to become a burning pain, and his legs begin to lock up on him. Droplets of blood pour from his mouth as he falls again, but he will not stop his movement towards the queen. His elbows dig into the ground as the wizard crawls closer, each time growing weaker as his body is ravaged from the inside by her sanguine power. But still he carries on, until he is beside her. With a final groan born of intense will power, he pushes himself up to his knees and stares down. Through watery eyes that blur and shimmer, he sees within the coccoon of frozen armor that Satoshi is still living her unlife, and doesn't seem like she is soon to die. And to her Svilfon gives a final smile, far changed from the smirking rage, or kamakazee grins he flashed earlier. He manages, just, to tip his hat to the woman, before he collapses beside her and remains unmoving; his body broken by the many wounds, and left so close to death before the proudly standing Xalious tree...
Satoshi's armor dissolves into darkly hued water with a groan from the kit, although she pays no heed to the painful sensation of the chilled liquid upon her burns, her attention rather for the wizard dragging himself toward her. Eyes narrow suspiciously and Asorial held tighter, certain the man is determined to finish her off before her spell defeats him. Thus, it's safe to say the kit is left startled and speechless when he simply smiles, before keeling over. Speechless, of course, is a blessing, as it releases her hold upon his blood before it has a chance to run its full course, and likewise sends Asorial back into its dormant state. But a speechless Satoshi is also an uncomfortable Satoshi, as her words are her shield, and the wizard's concern for her is something she's unaccustomed to. Gritting her teeth against the pain, the kit lifts her working hand to lightly pat the man's hat. Unwilling--and honestly unable--to get to her feet, Satoshi contents herself with giving the wizard as near an affectionate pat as she's able, and after a long moment of silence, she begins to hum. The tune starts off slow and unsteady, but in time it finds its rhythm, growing into the jaunty melody of a proper sea shanty. Soon enough, words find their way into the song, telling the outlandish tale of a pirate king and his dragon-parrot's high-sea battle against a cavalry of seahorse-mounted mermaids so fair.
Svilfon rolls onto his back in the wake of Satoshi's pat, and with eyes closed he lets himself flow through her fine piratical song, even managing the occasionall 'Arrghhh!' in the right places. As the song dies down, the wizard opens an eye and flashes the frosty queen one of his typical jovial smiles, though all his teeth are stained with blood. "Formidable, Satoshi, and a song sung yet not earned by me. Give me..." He stops to cough, before wincing as his destroyed shoulder grinds through the dirt. "Give me some days, lady of Frostmaw, and I'll write you a song to rival any bard's tale!" For just a moment it seems Svil will push himself up to a sitting position, before with a sigh he proclaims, "I think I'll lay here for a while... A fine battle, Satoshi queen. Followed by an even finer song! You are more than worthy of your fine title... Perhaps I will delay my desire to face Tiphareth. You are more suitable for the position."
Satoshi doesn't want to look at her legs. She's fairly certain they resemble swiss cheese, and she really, really doesn't like swiss cheese. So instead, she'll distract herself with paying attention to Svilfon and pulling a comical grimace at his suggestion. "And face spells like yours and worse? I've seen the molten lava he calls up! No thank you! My magic is too focused to be challenging those with wide arrays of spells onna whim."
Svilfon snickers, "Hardly. Your magic is more varied than you let on, Satoshi queen. But I will not tell. For we are allies, are we not?" He manages a sardonic grin, rather amused that they are in fact allied, yet still spent the afternoon trying to kill each other. Ah, the best kind of alliance, he thinks.
Satoshi chukles. "Oui~. I only try so hard to kill the ones I actually like. You should see when I train with my husband. You'd think we despised each other with the damage we do." The kit trails off then, ears perking up abruptly. "Aha~. Little bastard~." She doesn't mean Svilfon, but rather Aeron. For Satoshi's little ermine is to the rescue! Being the prudent creature that he is, and all too aware of how Satoshi's fights tend to go, he had long since slipped off before the conflict. While the spell-weavers fought, he scurried his little tail off to where Satoshi's golem rests and is now bringing the lumbering glacier along now, to heft the battered pair up and lug them to the Tower for healing attention.
Satoshi won't tell how the ermine knows where the golem is, or how to awaken it. That's a special secret the two share~.
Svilfon begins to laugh as he thinks he's being called a little bastard, before he spies the oncoming Aeron. To her words he replies, "Heh heh, then I suppose we are friends, not just allies. For I only try to kill my friends... mostly." He coughs again as the lumbering golem makes his way to the pair, and doesn't try to stop him from picking the wizard up and trudging him off to the mage's guild tower for some much needed healing...