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Post by Teegan on May 25, 2018 3:03:49 GMT -5
So, for this post, which is completely non-Hogwarts related, I wanted to do something Fantasy-based. Set in a world where Magic is extremely rare, and those who can wield it tend to either stick together or are pitted against each other for survival. There are two main schools, mental and physical. Mental has to do with reading minds, nudging thoughts (Think Jedi Mind Trick) or taking over completely (Imperio). There's also scrying, looking into the past/future, etc. in the 'Mental' school. The physical is anything to do with the real world, like manipulating fire, helping grass grow or killing it. Conjuring water or transmuting it into another object. I also would love this to open up to more than just one other person, so if it goes on for a while and you'd like to have a character jump in, please do at any point!
The door to the tavern swung open and the few lanterns on the walls blew out. It was black in the inn. The sun had set many hours ago. The door slammed shut. There was a faint snap from the door, and the lanterns burst back to life, as if nothing had happened.
The cloaked stranger stood in front of the door, staring at the customers. His face was hooded, and his cloak was soaking wet from the downpour that carried on outside. No one could discern any feature of his face. His hood formed an almost impermeable layer of darkness.
"Who sent them," he asked. His voice rumbled out from under his hood. It sent shivers down the spines of all the patrons there. It seemed as if this growl had been emitted from the pits of Hell itself. "I said, Who sent them," he said, a bit louder. The stranger took a step forward, but due to his cloak touching the ground, he seemed to glide forward, as if he were Death. "The bounties. They’re after my head." His arms stirred and pulled forth a sack of gold and tossed it onto the floor. "Please, claim the gold you paid to have me killed." All the men of the tavern just stared, not knowing if they should claim this purse.
One man stepped forward. "It is my gold, sir," he stated, staring at the ground.
"Sit down, you greedy blaggard! I know this is not your gold," the stranger growled. The man sat, keeping his gaze on the floor at all times.
"Daniel Clark," the stranger called. "Where is Daniel Clark?"
The men all shifted in their seats, nervous. One other man stepped forward.
"I am he," he said, his voice quaking.
"Look at me, Daniel," The stranger said, growling like an animal. Daniel turned his face upwards. "You paid a bounty hunter fifteen-thousand gold to kill me, correct?" Daniel nodded. "And you agreed to split the sixty-thousand gold reward with him, seventy-thirty, am I correct in my thinking," he queried. Daniel nodded again. "There is the fifteen, claim it if you want it, either that, or I will take it." Daniel reached towards the sack, but stopped.
"Ah ,ah, ah," the stranger said, not moving. "Not so fast. I believe you owe me an apology." Daniel looked up and then back at the sack. He strained to push his hand forward, but it didn’t budge. "What sorcery is this," Daniel screamed in outrage. "That money is rightfully mine," he cried, attempting to push his hand past the invisible barrier.
"Not until you apologize," the stranger said. Daniel looked shocked, and stared at the hidden face of the magician.
"I would never apologize to you, you freak," he screamed, and smiled at his own remark. Daniel was hurled from the floor and slammed into the wall opposite the bar, then tossed out the window, but no hand had touched him.
"Does anyone else dare defy Farrahgo Silvertooth," the stranger asked, scanning the crowd. His drew back his hood, and revealed his face. It was the head of a wolf. His fur was an amber-gold and his eyes were set just above the bridge of his nose, and they had the fierce look of a hawk about them. He studied the faces of all the men in the building, liking what he saw. The creature enjoyed scaring humans. They had shunned him so long ago, he felt no remorse for most of them. He had befriended a few, but only a scarce few that would deny knowing him if asked. He bared his fangs, and the light glittered off his canine teeth. They were plated in pure silver and bloodstained. He growled and then swung his head towards the bartender.
"Barkeep, I would like to purchase the nicest suite, price is of no matter to me." He bent over and picked up the fifteen-thousand gold Daniel had "left" for him. The bartender stared at this atrocity before him.
"Sir, you must-"
"I said ‘barkeep, I would like to purchase the nicest suite, price is of no matter to me’, did I stutter?"
"N-No, Mr. Silvertooth, you didn’t." He turned around quickly, stumbling upon grabbing the key to a room. He turned back to Farrahgo and handed the key to him. "Room 106, normally rented out to Kings and Nobles."
"In a place like this," Farrahgo scoffed, "I doubt it." He stepped away from the bar and strode to the staircase, placing his hood over his head once again.
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Post by trashpanda on May 27, 2018 13:28:20 GMT -5
Logan came to the inn for a quiet night off of the road, and for the comforting dull energy that always flowed freely around drunk travelers. Mostly, the locals let her be. She rarely filtered her telepathy, and her unfocused gaze had led many to think she was troubled or blind. Anyone who would have been curious about the lone traveler with a distant expression was discouraged by the weak talisman she wore around her neck. It was a traveler's amulet, charmed with a spell that told others to look elsewhere. If she drew attention to herself, it wouldn't work, but it saved her from passing notice. She dressed to help it - Her clothes were high quality and tailored, but all plain grays and blacks. She kept her hair pulled into a bun, and only wore her charm by way of jewelry.
She was enjoying how easy it was to gather information from the inebriated. By the time she'd had her second drink, she knew the state of most of the roads out of here, and the inventories of most of the wagons outside. She intended to lighten a few before the men woke up in the morning.
Then the doors slammed open, the lights went out, and an entity radiating indignant rage stepped in. Something was different about him, but she couldn't quite place it. The energy in the room shifted from warm and lazy to the razor's edge of anticipation. The men she was reading went for their swords under the tables. She froze, and prepared herself to take control of the man next to her.
The man was being hunted, and he was baiting his would-be-murderer with gold. Just as she was wondering who would be stupid enough to step into a trap like that, a man who felt like desperation stood to claim the bounty. It wasn't even his - he had no ability to contain his thoughts, and he was frantically worried the stranger would see through his ruse. She was sure the stranger would kill him anyways... but somehow he knew the man was lying. He called out another challenge - he knew the name of the man after him, and the conditions for the bounty.
Though the odds of the stranger being a mage were long, she raised her mental defenses. She was glad she did - even with her wards cutting down on her telepathy, the wave of fear that went through the inn made her nauseous, and she could feel a sharp shock of pain from Daniel as he hit the wall. It got worse when he went through the window. Broken ribs and a shattered arm, she noted, and his scalp was split. He was lucky it wasn't worse. The man was a mage, of some kind.
"Does anyone else dare defy Farrahgo Silvertooth?" the stranger challenged the room. Through the discomfort, Logan smirked. Defiance - what a quaint and outdated concept. She grabbed the hand of the man next to her, and released the spell to take over his mind. Between keeping her wards up and maintaining a hold on her neighbor, her attention was spent, and her own body slumped gently against the wall.
She worked to untangle the guard's emotions from her own, but they were both equally horrified to see that the stranger bore the head of a wolf. Neither of them knew of anything like that. Regardless, he was a mage, and she could either engage him while she had the advantage of surprise, or she could wait until he hunted her down in turn. After Farrahgo had settled his room, she had the guard stand and call out, "Sir, if you expect attack and price is of no matter, allow me to arrange a guard for you."
(Edited: we already have a Galen, we don't need a Galyn as well)
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Post by Teegan on May 28, 2018 3:31:19 GMT -5
Farrahgo carried himself towards the stairs, key in hand, when a Human stood, calling out to him, asking to arrange for a guard. While imbecilic, the man knew how to choose 'friends' well. Farrahgo knew too well how easily it was to ally oneself with someone in power when one thought they could obtain power for them self. A barking laugh leapt from his throat as he swung his head around to face the man that was now standing in a sea of sitting bodies. The man was dressed like that of a guard, standard studded leather armor, a tightly fitted metal cap, and a frame built for combat. He lifted one clawed hand and pointed it at the man, chuckling. "You want to arrange a guard for me?" He laughed heartily. The noise sounded as if emitted from the pits of hell itself, a cruel, twisted form of what one would normally consider a laugh. "What you should be doing is collecting gold from the others gathered here, to arrange a guard for them." With a flick of his finger, the man was pushed down, quite forcibly, back into a sitting position.
He turned back towards the stairs and ascended, two at a time, the claws of his feet clicking on the wood. Arrange a guard for me, he thought, smiling to himself now that his back was turned on the patrons. How moronic can humans be? He made his way down the hallway to the room listed on his key, and faced the door. He reached out a clawed hand and placed it just above the lock. The mechanism began turning of its own accord, the tumblers quickly flitting into their correct slots, before the door handle turned, opening into the room. It was meager, especially after the description he was told by the Inn keep. "Reserved for kings and nobles my right foot," he thought aloud. "Fetch me a pitcher of water," he cried back down into the common area. "I've a good tip if it's brought quickly."
He strode into the nearly empty room as the door swung shut behind him. He stared at the straw bed in the corner for a moment before his eyes flicked to the one, lone window located between the two side walls. If needed, he thought to himself, that's the exit. He looked at the desk and chair opposite the bed and frowned to himself. Not enough room. He waved his hand at them, and they began to float upwards, and twisted until their legs were set firmly against the ceiling. He nodded his approval and crouched in the now open space occupying the room besides the bed. He sighed heavily to himself, trying to recall what he needed to do as he reached out his hand once more. Using his right index claw, he set to his task of carving odd symbols in a circle into the wooden floor.
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Post by trashpanda on May 28, 2018 17:18:39 GMT -5
Logan dropped her spell as the man was pushed back into his seat. As the wolf ascended the stairs and Logan gathered her wits, the man downed half of his ale with shaky hands. "I don't know what came over me," he said.
"You're lucky to be alive," one of his companions admonished.
Logan slipped out of her seat and past them to the stairs, where she could focus more intently on Farrahgo's thoughts. She was careful to keep her wards high. Arrange a guard for me, how moronic can humans be? At least he spoke his mind. It was good to know she was dealing with someone forthright. Of course, it took the bite out of her usual arsenal. Listening to the minds of honest men was hardly an advantage.
When he called for water, she decided to take a new approach. A barmaid hurried towards the stairs with a pitcher, clearly frightened, and Logan put a hand on her shoulder. "Please," she said, "allow me. There's no need for you to go up there, I'll bring you back the tip."
The girl nodded and handed her the jug of water. Logan took a deep breath, and pulled the talisman from around her neck. She climbed the stairs, still listening carefully for his thoughts, and knocked on Farrahgo's door. "Sir, the water you requested," she called.
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Post by Teegan on May 29, 2018 3:46:20 GMT -5
He had only half finished drawing the symbols on the floor when there was an incessant rap at the door and a voice following it. At least they've hurried with that, he thought, motioning for the furniture on the ceiling to float back down. They had fallen a bit faster than he had anticipated in his rush to hide his scratchings, and an audible thump emanated from the room. He growled low, cursing himself mentally for not paying more attention to his spells before turning towards the door.
He crossed the room in two strides and pulled open the door just enough to fit his head between it and the frame. He stared at a woman he had never seen before. He took in her appearance, her face, the way she stood, the aura she seemed to give off, and even such little details as if there had been dirt under her nails, or where her eyes were looking, the stance she had, where her feet were pointed. He looked for bags under her eyes, he saw all the stray hairs on her head. All this in a matter of milliseconds. He had been a predator for a while. Understanding everything about his prey was his specialty, not that this woman was whom he was hunting. "It's about time," he said, reaching one hand out to grasp the water jug. He pulled it forcibly out of her hands and stared at her for a moment, as if waiting for her to speak, before he did so himself. "I did promise a tip," he said quietly, as if thinking it aloud. He figured that was her reason to sticking around at the door after she had accomplished the task of bringing him the water. "Wait here," he said as he took a few steps towards his bed, attempting to locate the bag of gold he had liberated from his would-be head-of-assassins sent to kill him. "Feel free to sit while I look," he added over his shoulder.
Where did I put that blasted bag, he thought, unaware that, while the furniture had descended from the ceiling, the bag of gold he had originally thrown on the table still lay upon the ceiling.
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Post by trashpanda on May 29, 2018 18:37:35 GMT -5
To a close inspector, Logan almost met the expected appearance of a minor noblewoman or a guildsman's wife. After a while on the road, even as careful as she was with her appearance, she'd taken on some of the smaller signs of a traveler - a tan at her neck and sleeve lines, sun streaks in her ash-brown hair, a wearing at the hem of her skirt that she couldn't quite mend, and thinner skin. She usually wore the amulet to keep from drawing attention with her eyes, though. They were eternally either vacant or wary, but never in between, depending on whether she was casting. Currently, they were the latter.
She waited easily to be addressed, and nothing about her posture said "scared," even when he yanked the jug from her hands. For all that she was alert, she didn't startle easily.
As she stepped into the room after Farrahgo, she let her wards fall enough to fully concentrate on the situation. She scanned him and then her surroundings the way a deer scans a clearing for danger. The rug was turned up at the corner and rumpled as if it had been moved. The furniture was set at slightly off angles - maybe the housekeeping was lazy, or maybe that was the thump she'd heard. She looked up at him when he suggested she sit, and saw a bag stuck to the ceiling past his head. He was certainly up to something.
She heard his frustrated thoughts as he looked for it, and had to stifle a grin. Once she'd managed a straight face, she said, "Sir mage, there's a coin purse on the ceiling."
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Post by Teegan on Jun 1, 2018 5:03:46 GMT -5
His hand had already gripped the mattress, about to toss it off the frame in his haste to find his bag of gold when the woman spoke. He whipped his head around to stare at her for a moment, unbelieving of what he had just heard. "Are you mocking me," he asked, narrowing his eyes at her. "That wouldn't be wise," he started, turning his whole body to face her. Despite his aggressive nature, he did happen a glance at the ceiling, before his posture completely deflated. "Oh, yes," he began, staring at the bag stuck to the wood above his head. "That," he said, doing his best to cover his embarrassment. He stuck his hand out and the bag shot downwards, into his palm. "That wasn't the bag I was looking for," he stated, now fishing inside the bag to pull out two gold coins. "That's my emergency reserve," he finished, tossing the two coins to her. "Pick pockets and thieves that visit in the night don't tend to look on ceilings for gold," he explained, sending the bag back up to the spot it had been in when she had entered.
"In the interest of time," he concluded, "I may as well pay you from that so I don't keep you here." He still stood in the middle of the room, staring at her. "Though I daresay you don't work for the blaggard that owns this," he paused, casting his eyes around the interior of the room, "fine establishment frequented by Nobles and Kings," he spat, the sarcasm laid thick on every word. He watched her almost pointedly. "Who are you?"He began, almost imperceptibly, sniffing the air, the only indication he was doing so was the slight dilation of his nostrils.
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Post by trashpanda on Jun 2, 2018 16:47:51 GMT -5
Logan smelled like travel - the creek water she'd washed her clothes in, the trail dust that stuck to her shoes, the baked smell that comes from riding in the midday sun.
She caught the coins, and was calculating her next move when he locked his eyes on her. Not that it had ever seemed a good idea, but she suddenly had the feeling the center of this man's attention was a bad place to be. For the first time that night, she started to feel nervous in her own right. "I'm passing through," she said. "The serving maid was frightened, so I offered to bring the water up for her." She looked out the window to disguise her vacant stare as she listened closely for his thoughts. "Will other mages be coming? I've heard of traveling groups..."
Anything would be useful - news of mages was hard to come by. Few travelers knew anything of substance. She'd been making a loop of the major cities, her mind open, sifting for anything that would point her towards others of her kind. Anything he knew would be more than she'd heard in a month. She also wondered if he was traveling with anyone. It seemed like he could use someone watching his back.
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Post by Teegan on Jun 3, 2018 0:58:47 GMT -5
The smell of nature on her was thick, although in this area of the world, he didn't find it at all odd. This tiny village was surrounded by woods and farms. Nothing of substance, and he liked it that way. Less humans to run into. His eyes lazily followed hers out the window, where they sat for a few moments, taking in what little they could in the darkness. His eyesight was superior to that of the average person's, but they still had limits. He watched as the treetops rustled in the wind and the downpour that was still going on outside. His mind wandered for a moment or two, thinking back to simpler times, to his wife and daughter. Watching as his beautiful, olive-skinned, raven-haired wife set their daughter down, and the young girl with her sun-kissed tan, bright, piercing brown eyes and sandy blond hair ran down the small path through the trees to greet him, crying 'Papa!' the whole way.
He hastily shook his head, clearing the image from his mind's eye. She had addressed him with a question. One he did not have the answer to. He turned to face her, sitting tentatively on the bed. "To the best of my knowledge, no," he began, sighing. "I tend to stay away from others of my kind." He glanced to the door then, as if expecting one to burst in at that very moment. He chuckled to himself. "They seem to fear me as much as the humans do." He looked down at his canine-esque form wearily. "And it's hard to see why," he stated sarcastically, allowing himself a short bark of a laugh. "I know of no other mages in the area," he said, "only the one I seek to find, and I'm sure she's leagues from here."
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Post by trashpanda on Jun 3, 2018 2:25:07 GMT -5
Daydreams and memories were more intense than passing thoughts - for a moment she was caught up in the summer day when a small girl ran to greet her father. She'd forgotten the question she asked when the wolf answered it.
There were no others coming, then. Logan looked at Farrahgo in earnest, then. He'd had a family, and the child certainly looked human. Beyond his countenance, he seemed largely human as well. Logan wondered what had happened to him, and to the beautiful woman, and the child. As much as he spoke of himself as something to be feared, when she discounted his countenance he largely seemed like an honest, if wounded, man.
This was what Eric had always warned her about. You can't always trust what you see, dearheart, especially with mages. Eric had built entire mazes of false memory to protect himself. It had taken her over a year of training to retrieve the first real memory from his mind.
But Eric was gone, and Farrahgo was, as far as she could tell, a physical mage. At least, if he'd picked up on anything from her, he hadn't acted on it.
"There aren't any other mages for miles, so far as local gossip goes. Could you use help finding her?" she asked. She looked back out at the rain to hide her gaze.
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Post by Teegan on Jun 3, 2018 5:43:25 GMT -5
He closed his eyes, trying to use what little mental magic he possessed. He felt his consciousness expand, reaching out beyond his physical self. He almost immediately felt this woman's presence, which made sense. She was in the same room. Pushing himself a little further, he could feel the presence of several others in the inn. The riffraff that had been there before had slowly filtered out of the inn in the time that had passed between his arrival and the current moment.
He opened his eyes, his energy drained from using a form of magic he was ill-versed in. His breathing deepened as he attempted to catch his breath, a small stitch in his side. He laughed and winced as he did so. "I'm not sure you'd want to help me find her," he stated bluntly. "It won't end well for one of us." He stood back up, the gruff demeanor of his voice seemingly to return out of nowhere. "No, only one of us will leave her chosen arena," he grumbled, an audible growl, like a true wolf, escaping his throat. "And I don't intend it to be the one left there to rot." His eyes seemed to flash brightly, increasing their feral nature. "Now, unless you have some ability with scrying, I would request you to leave me to my work."
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Post by trashpanda on Jun 3, 2018 20:18:24 GMT -5
When his eyes closed, Logan felt something brush past her mind, the way you can feel a cat brush past your leg in the dark. She reflexively tossed her shields up and started listening intently, her eyes completely losing focus. She could feel the magic wearing on him. Before his concentration faltered, she let the wards hiding her thoughts drop.
She thought in impressions rather than words, largely because at any point there were multiple trains of thought running through her awareness. She could feel an emotion off of everyone in the inn. Her mind flitted from the barmaid to the bartender to Farrahgo to the stable hand tending the horses outside, catching clips of thoughts. The part of her mind that was her and her alone felt different - the feeling of having run a long way, curiosity, ambition, and something between loss and indignation.
She felt his attention shift and heard him breathing deeply. He wasn't strong in mental magic, she realized. He spoke of vengeance, a feral energy emanating from him, and asked if she was good at scrying. Or, asked her to leave. Psychic or not, she wasn't sure which he actually preferred.
In response, Logan reached out and felt of his mental defenses, then sent her thoughts against the wall, speaking mind-to-mind. "So that's what the water was for. Your wards are strong, that's good, but you'll have to lower them some if I'm to help. I take it you have a spell written under the rug - shall we begin?"
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Post by Teegan on Jun 4, 2018 0:28:35 GMT -5
By the time he had caught his breath, he was feeling uneasy, as if an unseen force had been awakened in the room. He cast his eyes warily over everything, when they finally came to rest on the mostly vacant stare of the other occupant. He watched her for a moment, assuming she was off in some other place, thinking of a long ago memory, as he had been only a moment before. A moment before she had decided to show him what she truly was, the realization dawned upon him. This woman was a mage, and it seemed she was proficient in the mental arts. His lip curled back at the thought, but then, her thought had been transmitted to him in almost an instant.
The hair on the ridge of his back along his spine shot straight out, and he leapt to his feet. His left arm shot out and grabbed the small nightstand next to his bed before he hurled it across the room, shattering it against the opposite wall. He let out a bellowing roar, his face drawn back in a hideous snarl of rage. The fingertips and claws of his right hand seemed to have lit themselves on fire, while his right hand seemed to crackle with electricity. His stare was fixed upon her face as he growled angrily before barking a single command. "Out of my head![/b]"
While his ability to use mental magic may have been on the same level as that of a flailing acolyte, his defensive abilities were quite the opposite. If his mind had been a castle surrounded by a low wall, that wall would have just shot up thirty feet into the air, and a moat dug itself around the keep. Archers would have taken up posts immediately, their bows drawn and ready to fire. A company of plate mail-clad knights would have appeared on the road leading to the drawbridge, their shields forming a nearly impenetrable wall across the dirt path. He knew this is what would have happened, had his mind been a castle, because that's exactly what he envisioned. It's what he had been taught to envision during his initial training. He never took his eyes off her, their predatory pupils seeming to burn into her soul as he whispered once more "out of my head."
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Post by trashpanda on Jun 4, 2018 23:08:44 GMT -5
Logan was turning to begin her scrying work when he reacted. She didn't see it so much as feel it, a wave of hostility that she was entirely unprepared for. Something crashed into the wall near her. Reflexively, she gathered everything for an attack, her magic seething around her like fire.
His defenses had multiplied. She took stock of them in a split second and calculated her odds. She could take him, but from the smell of smoke and ozone, it might be the last thing she did.
She hesitated for a moment, then let herself fade away from his wards, casting Eric's protective spell. Every psychic inch she retreated sprouted briar hedges, forming a complex maze. It was difficult to hold, but there were only twenty or so people to track in and around the inn. She'd never been taught more than the simplest physical magic, so mental defense was all she had.
Even as she raised the walls, she knew they were nothing but a gesture. His mental magic wasn't strong enough to get through her normal wards, and the maze would do nothing against raw fire and lightning. But the familiar walls gave her a sense of distance and shelter - she'd be damned before she let him know he'd frightened her.
"Fine," she said, her voice as distant as her eyes, if colder. "If you insist, we will speak aloud, so any passing fool can hear us. Not all of us are so eager to toss spells in front of laypeople, understand." She'd already have to work some gray spellwork to cover his outburst - at least one of the patrons had heard his shout and put together her nature. From the thread of greed she felt, he intended to profit on the knowledge.
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Post by Teegan on Jun 5, 2018 3:56:07 GMT -5
His breath was coming in fast waves, making sure his muscles had enough energy to fight. His heart was racing, ensuring the oxygen would get where it was going. Only, after a moment, he realized there would be no fight, and his outburst was probably for nothing. And it had probably alerted at least a few patrons to what had been going on. He hadn't exactly been subtle with his wording. He lowered his paws from attack position, the fire snuffing out and the electricity fizzling away. He forced himself to breathe slower, forcing his heart rate back down to normal. As the adrenaline washed out of his system, he scowled. He moved his face extremely close to hers, his snout almost touching her nose, as he stared her in the eyes. He pointed one clawed finger at her, the tip perilously close to her cheek. "No one," he whispered, his voice still smothered in malice, "enters my mind without my permission, do you understand me?"
He pulled back, the scowl still in place on his face, knowing he probably had hurt his chances of this woman helping him out of, what seemed to him, as the kindness of her heart, despite his obvious explanation to her that he was scrying in an attempt to seek vengeance and, more than likely, murder. He reseated his cloak about his shoulders and thought about his next words carefully. His defenses were still up, and he planned on leaving them there as long as mentally and physically possible. If this woman was a disciple of the mental school of magic, his thoughts were no longer just his own. "She used to rip my head apart," he offered as a way of explanation. "She would poke and prod my every thought to make sure I wasn't hiding anything from her."
He sighed. "I overreacted, but you gave no indication of who, of what you really were," he finished, casting a sidelong glance over at the woman. "To be truthful, it is not harder to trust you, knowing you share the same gift as her." He suddenly growled at a realization. "I don't even know if you could be working for her. I don't even know your name."
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