| 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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| Page 539 - A Debt Repaid |
| Syrian peeks around a corner, trying to spy on
Azull. She grins and stifles a giggle,
covering her mouth with her hand. "I can
hear you, Syrian," he says, turning around.
She frowns a moment before bounding up to him. "So, um, did you need me for-" She stops
speaking as Azull scowls a bit. Syrian
clears her throat before starting again, "I mean, was there anything else you
required of me, my king?" Azull shakes
his head. "Run along. Play, if you must." Syrian races across the Necrovion landscape
before pausing. "Stupid adults and their
stupid proto callings or whatever! Why
can't they ever just have fun?" Within a
moment, there is nothing but a cloud of dust where she stood as she's off to
make mischief. ... |
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