RP:A Spell Blade and a Mage

This is a Mage's Guild RP.

Part of the Of Contracts and Families Arc

Location: Mage's Tower

Synopsis: Elioyahazer seeks out a dragon who he met previously to discuss the possibility of training the spell blade further, due to unfortunate circumstances. Dyraxdiin agrees, having already seen him fight, he asks to alter the image of an enchanted mirror; made by Dyraxdiin himself. Eli performs the task and is accepted into the ranks of the Mages Guild. However, he is given a single task: Turn that mirror into a weapon of some kind. A shard of glass just won't do.

A Spell Blade and a Mage

Dyraxdiin is seated just inside his office, pouring over yet another ancient text on long-thought forgotten magic. He casually reads aloud, as if to another person or attempting to figure something out in his head, rehashing the words. Instead of common however, he reads in High Saurian, something akin to a guttural, complex language that an ordinary tongue shouldn't ever be able to produce. His office is a mess as usual, myriad items and parchment scattered on any flat surface, bookshelves containing his own private book collections on nearly every wall and an enchanted pane of glass that simulates a window looking out onto a beautifully lush forest. Light from the glass shines in and illuminates the otherwise dark room, adding life to the beautifully hewn mahogany wood throughout. He's not at his desk, no, instead he's sitting at his favorite armchair, seemingly without a care in the world. Were any there for Mage's Guild inquiries, they would quickly be directed to his office, the door ajar - as if expecting a visitor at any moment.

Elioyahazer is no slouch when it comes to physical combat; as much had saved his life recently, against the beast that nearly killed Lanara and himself. Still the desert born found himself irritated with the outcome. He had been totally overpowered and tossed aside as if he were yesterday’s trash. Had it not been for his woodland witch and her quick thinking magic, he surely would have perished. The ex assassin makes his way towards the old Mages tower, intent to meet with this mage who had travelled with them to twister island. Surely this man would know some style of training that he could partake in. After all, the mages guild is known throughout the lands for their -vast- libraries and intricate records. Perhaps there was something he could learn to protect himself from the monsters Jez set upon him? With one final glance at the tower, he presses onwards and enters the lair of mages. His eyes shift from one scholarly individual to another - seeking one man, well, dragon rather, in particular. Eventually, one of these guild members spots him and recognizes him as an outsider. With a wave of his robed hand, little else, he points into the office of Dyraxdiin. It isn’t long now and he’s strolling into the office of a familiar man who happens to be sitting in an armchair looking over some ancient text. “I’ve finally found you.” They had not exchanged words last time, however, he would be sure to do so this time. “Pardon the intrusion, but I’m looking to speak with you in particular about some possible training. I only thought to ask because of what you did back on the boat.” He pauses for a moment and then offers him a rather human greeting. “Again I hurry myself. My names Eli, and I’m the Deputy Leader for the Adventurers’ Guild.” He scoots closer and offers a handshake.

Dyraxdiin looks up from his book, his finger marking the page with a bit of simple magic, before he puts it aside on top of the end table nearest him. His blue eyes regard the seemingly young man for a moment, listening to him speak. Once Eli finishes, Dyraxdiin stands up from his seat and extends his hand in likewise greeting with the desert born. "It's good to put a name to a face," Truly, it's something Diin prides himself on, knowing people. "I am called Dyraxdiin." He recoils his handshake, if only to fold both arms across his chest, his brows furrowing in curiosity, "Do you have any arcane training?" He can't help an eye wandering to the man's weapons, curious if he had a change of heart about his previous profession, or if he's in fact a spellblade.

Elioyahazer hasn’t come here to waste any time. Believing that this mage had far more concerns about scrolls and the like, which litter the tables around him. He’s amused at the language from before, wondering if that was a mark of Dyraxdiins heritage. Regardless, he sets his mind to their conversation and the reason for why he had come. “Well,” His own eyes shift to the weapons he carries. “I have practiced a little. I’m what people call a spellblade.” His sights land back on the dragon, disguised as human. “I’m not what you would call a devout caster, but I can activate runes, summon minor illusions and weave them together into combat.” His mind moves back to the days that have led up to this. “I’m in a difficult situation, and it’s not easy to explain. So I will say it simply.” He relents his pride to give this man the full details. “Lanara and I were attacked by a creature, the likes of which we’ve never seen. His body seemed gray at first glance. But suddenly, shifting into another visage. Changing at an ever rapid rate.” He doesn’t know the words for what this thing is, but it was particularly nasty. “Anyway, my weapons couldn’t hurt it for long. Just seemed to regenerate it. Finally it died due to Lanara’s magic. And if I’m to face more creatures like this, from Jez’s curse, I need to get some training in.”

Dyraxdiin 's eyebrows raise, ever the more curious with where this conversation is going. His arms unfurl and he turns mid listening to Eli describe the creature that he fought and begins rummaging through his books. After a time, he finds what he's looking for and turns around to face Eli again, just as he's finishing his explanation. "You can have this, I've a spare copy." He hands the book, now opened to a page titled Dopplegangers - it's essentially a scientific explanation of physical characteristics, behaviors and anatomical data, among other things. A bestiary of mostly forgotten creatures that have long since lurked in the darkest reaches of the world. "On to your point, you seeking tutelage within the Guild," He pauses, thinking for a moment, "I witnessed you do battle on the sea and therefore I feel it unneccessary to test your combat ability. Instead, if you are indeed capable of casting magic, please alter this enchanted glass to show me Frostmaw." His hand idly waves to the glass pane nearby, hung against the wall, the one currently showcasing a forest seemingly through the eyes of an animal, as the landscape keeps moving and changing.

Elioyahazer looks to the book, and takes it from Dyraxdiin eyeing the notes and details contained within. He’s almost lost, barely hearing the latter words of the mage. Of course, Dyraxdiin had seen Eli fight against things, with odd weapons, but he would need to know that he can indeed cast as well. The desert born steps over to the enchanted glass, eyeing the unique piece before him. He studies it briefly, without touching it looking for the markings and makings of enchantments. After a moment he spots it, and proffers a small smile. As the previous Adventurers’ Guild weapon expert, he had become uniquely skilled with many enchantments. Spending countless hours discovering the intricacies of their weaved spells. This wouldn’t require brute force, but instead a delicate touch. His eyes move to Dyraxdiin momentarily, and then back to the painting. His right hand raises, and his mind clears of thought. Those fingertips come into contact with the edge of that glass for the briefest of moments - expelling the tiniest amount of magic in order for this to change. After a couple of clicks, like channels flipping, it resides on a bird's eye view; soaring above Frostmaw, now matter how fuzzy the image really is. Elioyahazer had begun to show signs of an affinity to a particular hawk he kept at home. Perhaps this is the reason as to why this view was the outcome? With the retraction of his hand he adds a few words. “Well, it isn’t perfect and it’s definitely not my best work, but that does look like frostmaw.”

Dyraxdiin watches Eli using his specific form of magic to reenchant the glass, garnering a bit of information about his possible learning styles, the area in which he possibly originated and even some of his affinities. His own magic consumes the room in an abstract sort of way, picking apart remnants of Eli's casted magic and studying it as if some form of sixth sense. "Interesting," He admires the enchanted glass, then with a wave of his hand, the image fades to black and then shifts into a vision of Cenril's coast. "Enchantments are simple enough, and it's something that spellblades usually specialize in." The great wyrm removes the glass pane from the wall and hands it to Eli. "Welcome to the Guild. Your first task is to make this into a weapon. I don't care how it's done, just that you do it. And no," He pauses, raising a single brow, "A shard of glass will not do." And then a smile and a bow of his head, "I will see to it that you are given access to the Mage's Guild Library and officiated on our rosters. Again," He says in that deep voice of authority, "Welcome to the Guild."

Elioyahazer and his magic almost seem like they are at odds with one another. The specific styles he had learned weren't actually meant for him. Despite all of that, he was able to press forth. “Thank you for the chance to prove myself, and the opportunity.” He eyes the glass once more, wondering exactly what he would do with it before they meet again. This would take some thought and careful planning on his part. “I'll see that it is done.” Eli gives him a firm nod, and collects the item he is to transform. The Sandman then, takes his leave of Dyraxdiin, to find an area to work in peace. Perhaps study that book even. Interesting, indeed.