RP:Thronnel's Arrival

Xalious Village

Thronnel walked through the streets of the village with purpose. He was dressed impeccably, in a suit and tie, clothes perhaps unfit for a treacherous journey. He had traveled long and far in his search, many a day spent asking questions, many a mile traversed on foot, horse, and boat. And now, now he was close. They were here, in this new land, he knew it. But he had not found them yet. He would start the final leg of his quest here, where the mages of the land were said to gather. Here, he hoped, he would find them. Or a clue to their whereabouts. He stopped at the end of the street, before an inn, and cast his eye northward. There it was. The Mages' Tower. Now he had a choice to make. He was weary, and rest was tempting. But after coming so far, waiting so long, he was impatient to have his plans come to fruition.

Linn came through the town square after his usual patrols on the outskirts of the village wearing his usual armor and pack. Fortunately the problems with the mutated creatures seemed to have subsided for now, though that was a small comfort in the shadow of more recent events. A gloom seemed to hang over the mood of the town that came with the belief of inevitable doom. While he was more than conspicuous with his unusual armor the townsfolk seemed to readily accept him. Evidently he’s been around here for a while.

Thronnel could feel arcane energy emanating from the strangely-dressed man, and wondered if he was perhaps one of the more magical natives of these parts. It certainly seemed so, if the lack of reaction from the common rabble was any indication. Thronnel was not a friendly person by nature, but he hadn't come this far by standing around and glaring at people, though it was one of his favorite past-times. As Linn drew nearer, Thronnel raised a hand. "Excuse me, good sir. Might I have a moment of your time?" His voice was rich, melodious, and deep. Many a maiden back home had swooned for him, though he'd had eyes for only one. Keruni.

Linn ’s head twisted around to catch Thronnel’s wave, his brows raising at the request for a conversation. “Sure, there anything you need around here?” This elf certainly looked like he was from out of town… one could only wonder what he was looking for. Despite the fact he stuck out among the townsfolk, both in appearance and in his unusual possession of magic he certainly carried little refinement in his generally lighthearted manner.

Thronnel offered a charming, genuine-looking smile. Years of practice made it hard to tell the fake from the sincere, though those who knew him best could tell you, 'fake' was usually the safe bet. "Perhaps. My name is Thronnel. I am new to these lands, and I wish to find a place for myself. You seem like a master of magic, if the aura radiating from your person is any indication." A little flattery would go a long way. "I'm a warlock, you see, and I was told this was a gathering place for all manner of mages." Always sprinkle the lies with a little bit of truth. It helped make it convincing.

Linn nodded with a slight smile of his own. “I’m Linn. I could still probably be called new to here but… I’ve spent a bit of time around here now.” Thronnel’s comment on his magical ability was only met with a wry smile and a snicker. “Not by any means. My own magic still can cause just as many issues as it can fix.” Maybe that statement could be relaxed with his more recent experience… though it still –was- irritating at times. On the comment of his own form of magic his brows raised. That was a fairly new term… or one that left open a lot of questions. “Warlock huh? Well, this certainly is a mages’ town.” Curiosity piqued, he continued. “I typically do work in enchanting, and finding trouble. So what does being a warlock entail if you don’t mind me asking?”

Thronnel wasn't deterred by Linn waving off the comment. He knew this enchanter had great potential, and resolved to find a way to harness it. Perhaps all he needed was some guidance. Someone to help him hone his abilities. "A warlock is, simply put, a term for a male witch. I work with the natural world-- plants, crystals, the elements and such--to work my will. I mean to find others like myself. My old coven..." He trailed off and the smile vanished. "Well, never mind that. The past is in the past. So, my dear Linn, can you help me? I would be in your debt."

Linn tilted his head slightly in thought, recalling the one other time he heard the term. Made sense. “I see. There are a few people like that around these lands, though around here you find people working much more in the arcane. Like…” he nodded over towards the mages’ tower. “The mages’ guild is based here. It’s kind of expected.” He gave a halfhearted chuckle before the request for some help brought him back to attention. “Possibly. If you’re just looking for a place to stay there’s the inn over there.” With a brief point in the direction of the Dancing Destrier he continued, “But if there’s anything else… I can see what I can do.”

Thronnel listened, somewhat disappointed that witchcraft didn't seem to be as widespread here as it was back home. Still, the confirmation that there were, in fact, witches around gladdened him. He glanced at the inn. "I do believe I will stay here while I get settled, then. If you do hear of any witches or covens, I would greatly appreciate it if you would leave notice." He bowed to Linn. "Sir Linn, it was a pleasure to meet you. I do hope our paths cross again soon."

Linn nodded once again, the bow returned with a slight dip of his head. “I’ll see what I can do. If you get around enough you’ll surely find some of those people yourself. Until then, I wish you luck.” Thronnel’s mention of crossing paths again brought another wry smile. “You’ll see more of me around here probably. That said… meetings have a strange way of popping up wherever they want. I’ll see you later.” With that he turned to depart back out towards the outskirts of the town, taking one last look around before making his way off to Sage in the east.