| Regeneration : |
30 |
| Energetic immunity : |
68 |
| Trade sense : |
41 |
| Briskness : |
41 |
| Initiative : |
20 |
| Defence : |
93 |
| Attack : |
165 |
| Power : |
24 |
| Luck : |
31 |
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| Darkness Principle |
= 143 |
| Principle of Light |
= 29 |
| Principle of Balance |
= 20 |
| Principle of Imagination |
= 15 |
| Principle of Enthropy |
= 16 |
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| Darkest Mage |
Darkest Mage, the Spectre
In my former life, I was a spell caster. At the age of twelve, I had come of age to choose the form of magic and it's principles I was to specialise in. I chose the Principle of Darkness. The principal of Darkness involves the hiding of information, and the forming of the formless.
As the years progressed, I grew old, and as time shifted slowly on, I died.
Something happened.
I am now what people would call a spectre, or ghost. I am but a shadow of who I once was. My spirit is given form by the magic contained in the Darkness Principle. I am not physical, and am only able to interact weakly with my surroundings. It is the Darkness Principle that gives form to my spirit, giving me the appearance of what you beings call "smoke".
As I am unable to use tools, work wood or craft iron as a physical being would, I am but a wanderer and a thinker. I delight in the observance of nature, and have a keen interest in flowers, for their color and substance.
I wander the lands of MagicDuel as a mere spirit. Neither here nor gone. I like to think of myself as a scientist and philosopher.
Desired Items
- A small red Tulip flower.
- A small glass vial.
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| Aia was shocked at this development but looking into the old man’s eyes she knew it must be done. When the old man let go of her arm the light flooded back into the world and her friends were standing around her again. Confused at where she had went and asking questions, she silenced them once they saw the look of determination on her face. Shaken a little but pronouncing with the care and solemnity of hammering the nails into a coffin, she enunciated, “We must help the old man, and kill him, for the service” ... |
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