Post by DekuNut on May 22, 2016 15:53:59 GMT -8
A figure stands outside a tall mansion, his coat flapping in the wind. He stepped towards the building, and, putting his hand on the doorknob, felt it click beneath his grasp. With a grin, he stepped in through the now unlocked door and surveyed his surroundings.
Glancing at the scroll in his hand, he slowly made his way down the stairs, slowly approaching the basement. As he did, he heard a murmuring sound. Someone was chanting down there. He slowed down even more, but eventually reached the bottom. It was just a small, nearly empty brick room with a furnace. He turned in circles, looking for the source of the voice, when he spied a glimmer from one wall. A magic lock he assumed. A little tricker, but he was able to undo it, showing him a long hallway, which ended in another room. As he stepped into it, he felt like he'd been transported to a different dimension. A lot of the wizards he'd robbed had something like this. He didn't understand it, but meant to. He looked inside the room. A middle-aged man was sitting at a desk, reading aloud from a tome. He listened and felt the words, understanding them. It was a long, drawn out summoning spell it sounded like. He spied different materials around the man, prepared and waiting for their part in the process.
There were all sorts of magical bits and bobs in the room, but he only needed the book. As he entered the room, his target tensed, then slowly turned around, "And who are you?"
The Magi raised his hands in a sign of submission, then removed the hood. It was a young native american with long black hair. He grinned, "My name is Nick Williams. May I assume that you're the master known as John Hilt?"
The wizard nodded, "Indeed. Now tell me, why have you come?" Nick slowly lowered his hands, "I've been told that you have some information I've been seeking, and I was wondering if you could help provide it to me."
"I could always see what I can do, Nick, but how about you come back in the morning? Forgive me, but with the recent robberies, I'm very distrusting of nighttime visitors."
"Ah yes, of course," Nick said, "Many apologies," he turned towards the door, "Oh yes, sir?"
"Yes?"
"I think that I won't come back tomorrow," he turns and fires a bullet towards the other wizard.
John yelps a little and drops from his stool, his hands beginning to glow red, in preparation for a spell. Another bullet was fired, but it was incinerated. Seconds later, Nick felt his gun begin to heat up, and he dropped it. Too hot. he looks at the other wizard, eyes wide, as the gun flies towards the older wizard. John chuckles, "Enchanted bullets. Clever, young man, but not clever enough."
Suddenly he feels dizzy. The candles around him go out, diminished of oxygen, as the air flows towards Nick. John starts choking, willing for the air to come back, but air magic wasn't his strong suit. He tries to prepare another spell, but he feels a blast of wind hitting him, cutting him like a knife, and then again. The last thing he saw was a ball of white light, which zoomed towards him.
Nick picked up the tome and grinned, "Perfect," he tucks it into his robe and replaces his hood. Time to go.
Glancing at the scroll in his hand, he slowly made his way down the stairs, slowly approaching the basement. As he did, he heard a murmuring sound. Someone was chanting down there. He slowed down even more, but eventually reached the bottom. It was just a small, nearly empty brick room with a furnace. He turned in circles, looking for the source of the voice, when he spied a glimmer from one wall. A magic lock he assumed. A little tricker, but he was able to undo it, showing him a long hallway, which ended in another room. As he stepped into it, he felt like he'd been transported to a different dimension. A lot of the wizards he'd robbed had something like this. He didn't understand it, but meant to. He looked inside the room. A middle-aged man was sitting at a desk, reading aloud from a tome. He listened and felt the words, understanding them. It was a long, drawn out summoning spell it sounded like. He spied different materials around the man, prepared and waiting for their part in the process.
There were all sorts of magical bits and bobs in the room, but he only needed the book. As he entered the room, his target tensed, then slowly turned around, "And who are you?"
The Magi raised his hands in a sign of submission, then removed the hood. It was a young native american with long black hair. He grinned, "My name is Nick Williams. May I assume that you're the master known as John Hilt?"
The wizard nodded, "Indeed. Now tell me, why have you come?" Nick slowly lowered his hands, "I've been told that you have some information I've been seeking, and I was wondering if you could help provide it to me."
"I could always see what I can do, Nick, but how about you come back in the morning? Forgive me, but with the recent robberies, I'm very distrusting of nighttime visitors."
"Ah yes, of course," Nick said, "Many apologies," he turned towards the door, "Oh yes, sir?"
"Yes?"
"I think that I won't come back tomorrow," he turns and fires a bullet towards the other wizard.
John yelps a little and drops from his stool, his hands beginning to glow red, in preparation for a spell. Another bullet was fired, but it was incinerated. Seconds later, Nick felt his gun begin to heat up, and he dropped it. Too hot. he looks at the other wizard, eyes wide, as the gun flies towards the older wizard. John chuckles, "Enchanted bullets. Clever, young man, but not clever enough."
Suddenly he feels dizzy. The candles around him go out, diminished of oxygen, as the air flows towards Nick. John starts choking, willing for the air to come back, but air magic wasn't his strong suit. He tries to prepare another spell, but he feels a blast of wind hitting him, cutting him like a knife, and then again. The last thing he saw was a ball of white light, which zoomed towards him.
Nick picked up the tome and grinned, "Perfect," he tucks it into his robe and replaces his hood. Time to go.