*Mochi, Mochi, Mochi*
Michael slowly chews on a juicy chicken skewer as walks towards a crowd that'd suddenly formed near the market beside the docks. He wasn't sure why they were gathered, but they were all watching the horizon with rapt attention... As if waiting for fireworks to be launched.
*Mochi, Mochi, Mochi*
"Mmm, this is good... I'll have to buy more on my way back." he mutters to himself as looks around for a place to sit. Unfortunately, most available spots had already been taken leaving him to awkwardly stand.
Eventually, the crowd started to make a commotion, some of the people pointing at a dark shadow appearing at the ocean's horizon.
"Hey, do you know what's happening?" Michael finally asks a nearby woman, not able to resist his curiosity any longer.
She tears her eyes away from the shadow and quickly nods, "It's the airship from Albion! This is the first one bringing refugee's and Tristain citizens here. With the civil war getting worse, everyone is doing their best to escape as soon as possible." she explains.
Michael nods, "Ah, is that so?... Who're you waiting for then?"
"My son, he was a soldier under King James, but I managed to persuade him to leave after the man was assassinated... Thing's weren't as bad then, but he's struggled to return ever since." she mutters with glimmering eyes, "I'm so relieved to finally see him again."
Michael smiles, "A son should always listen to his mother... They have a weird power to tell if their children are in danger. Well, most of the time." he says, keeping his expression light despite thoughts of his own mother.
With that, he leaves the woman to her own company and steps through the crowd to get a better view of the airship. By now it was already casting a massive shadow onto the ocean below it, Michael was somewhat put off by the shape of it... An airship shouldn't look like a sea-born vessel, it resembled a medieval ship that pirates would use, Michael wasn't even sure how those sails functioned midair. Wouldn't the ship just flip upside down or something?
The ship slowly approached the city, flying over the port and circling around to land on a large raised platform that seemed to be designed for landing airships.
The platform itself was a reverse cone-shaped stone building, that had its roof flaring out wider than the base originally was. While it did have a couple struts and pillars helping it hold its weight, without magic it'd most likely instantly fall apart, its own structure making it incredibly unstable.
It was probably required to be designed like that however, as there wasn't enough space in the area it was built to be so wide at its base. Most likely, the platform was created after the city was built.
He wondered what it would be like if Louise cast 'Dispel' on it, and then wondered why all his recent thoughts were so violent...
Once the airship lands, it takes around twenty minutes for refugee's and other civilians to come streaming out of the platform it'd landed on. Many people in the crowd rushed over to meet their loved ones, but a large portion looked downtrodden at the fact that the person they were looking for was missing.
Michael shakes his head and leaves, deciding that gawking at such a scene would ruin his mood... Unfortunately, his mood was destined to be ruined today. His feet halted as he noticed a man sticking up posters onto a nearby wall. "Really..." he mutters as he walks over, glaring at the portrait of... Himself?
"WANTED
DEAD OR ALIVE
MICHAEL THE FALSE FAMILIAR
50,000 GOLD REWARD"
In the middle of the paper was a hand-drawn portrait of himself... Though, Michael wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or offended by how badly they'd drawn him.
His portrait had sharp eyes with dark circles beneath them, with short spiky hair that'd belong on your typical thug. His nose was pointed in a similar manner to The Penguin from Batman, and his teeth were misaligned and blackened... His cheeks were also chiselled and almost sharp-looking, with thin lips and a large protruding chin.
"Did they mistake me for someone else?" he mentally retorts as he beholds his image. What part of this was even supposed to resemble him!? Did they not want to catch him? Did they have no competent artist? Or did the nobles have such skewed memories of him that this is what they came up with!?
Michael shakes his head and looks to the man who'd stuck up this bounty, he puffs his cheeks out slightly to soften his face to guarantee he wouldn't be noticed. "Er, sir? Is there any information on this man? I might try my hand at it... Fifty thousand isn't anything to sniff at."
The man nods, "News on it has been slow, but this criminal supposedly killed Guiche de Gramont after ambushing him. Used some kind of 'Elf magic' to do it. Hah, must be one of those disgusting half-elf abominations. Just look at him, parents must've thrown him in a ditch when he was born!" the man exclaims. "Or maybe it was one of those sicko's that'd stick their peter into an Elf..." he grimaces, "Can you even imagine?"
Michael's thoughts trail off as he thinks about certain risqué pictures of Night Elves, Dark Elves, and any other big booby elf you can think of. "Er, yeah... Imagine doing an Elf..." he manages to get out as the man continues to list off reasons he hates Elves.
"Why's this guy called the 'False Familiar' anyway?" Michael asks, wanting to know if they'd publically linked Louise to him.
The man shrugs, "No idea, must be one of those weird titles mages sometimes take up... Like 'Firebreath', or 'Turbulant'... Hey, ever heard of that noble who called herself 'Heavy Wind'? Heh! I'd hate to be stuck in a room with her, hahahaha!"
...
Michael continues to pursue the man about his bounty's information, but apparently, the only thing they really knew was that he possessed 'Elf Magic', he was deceitful and was dishonourable enough to cut your throat while you slept... Which wasn't really wrong per se. Especially considering his recent efforts.
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After Michael leaves the crazy guy posting bounties behind, he decides to do something he'd not had the chance to do since coming to this city. Try and use this land's magic.
While he was very satisfied with his ability to use Dota 2 heroes abilities, he was lacking a certain flexibility that most regular mages had. He was currently only able to use a couple of spells, but the mages of this land were able to directly manipulate the elements from what he'd seen... They could even levitate themselves relatively easily, giving them a limited form of flight...
Even Guiche, who was probably the weakest enemy Michael had faced thus far, was able to conjure metal golems and transfigure weapons. Such an ability would be incredibly useful for Michael, especially since he couldn't deviate from his planned Spirits without drastically decreasing his potential strength.
He was feeling slightly giddy to see what elemental affinity he had, but first he actually needed to learn more about this land's magic... The academy would have been a good place to start, but unfortunately, that opportunity has passed... If he was more composed earlier, his situation would've been drastically better... But his mistakes could now only be built upon, not taken back.
Michael wanders around the city for around half an hour, asking passerby's the locations of shops that might sell books. He'd been hoping that a city as large as Antomiers would have a library, but apparently, such a 'luxury' only existed in the capital of Germania and Romalia. Not even the capitals of Tristain or Gallia had public libraries, which was surprising to Michael... Until he remembered that the printing press likely didn't exist yet.
Fortunately, while Antomiers didn't have much in the way of public services, it did have a thriving economy. Allowing many Pawnshops to acquire more valuable items, such as books relating to magic.
*D-ding!*
A bell chimes as Michael steps through the door of the store, his eyes tracing the outskirts of the room where many items were already on display. Pieces of faintly glowing armour, shimmering jewellery that had obviously been enchanted in some way, directed monster carcasses, and even... Books!
Despite his intentions to act polite, his feet had already carried him to the nearest bookshelf, his eyes scanning the titles of each one to find what he was looking for.
"How to pick up fair maidens? No... The obituary of Brimir's-... Butler. No..." Michael mutters with slight worry that all the books would be as useless as this.
Twelve uses for dragon faeces...
Elf sightings in the last five decades...
The tale of a princess and her lustful chef...
Methods to utilise the magic finger... Ah!
Michael flips open the latter book and starts skimming it. Before immediately shutting it closed with a slight blush... "I swear, these nobles have too much time on their hands... Or fingers..."
"Hello sir, is there something you're looking for?" a voice suddenly asks behind him, as Michael finally notices the tall man leaning over his shoulder.
He barely manages to stop himself from jumping out of his skin and turns to face the man... The person in question was around 6.2ft, a mountain in comparison to Michael, and had long white hair with a handsome face. He was thin and wore something akin to a luxurious-looking business suit, with a monocle sitting over one eye and a slight smile present on his face.
"Hello? I didn't mean to scare you, dear customer. But I'd feel remiss if I didn't mention our store's policy of not reading before purchase." he explains as Michael tries to compose himself.
"Ah, sorry! I was just checking if the contents matched what I needed... Really, you should place books of that nature higher up so kids can't get them..." Michael says before shrugging and placing the book back onto the shelf. "I'm Mike by the way," he says while offering a hand.
The man accepts the hand and gives it a firm shake, "My name is Loutiel Outous, a pleasure... Now, may I assist you in finding what you are looking for?"
Michael nods, "I need some books on magical theory, and anything else concerning it..." he pauses, "I... I think I might be a mage, but I have no idea where to start." he explains.
Loutiel smiles, "Ah, another noble's bastard then?" he mutters as he begins walking over to a bookshelf on the other side of the room.
"Bastard!? Are you trying to start a fight or something!?" Michael angrily retorts at suddenly being insulted.
Loutiel chuckles with an apologetic expression, "No, I meant it in the kindest way possible... Nobles have the irritating habit of not taking care of their progeny, leaving behind lost mages all around the continent. You are in luck however, I do possess some books concerning this matter." he explains as he pulls a dusty book from the top of the bookshelf.
He flips it open and clears his throat, "The Founder's teaching on magical theory, authored by a former master of the Tristain Magic Acadamy, Baron Morrigan. With this you should be able to learn the basics of magic, though, you'd need a wand to properly utilise it. A specialized one if you intend to do anything meaningful." Loutiel lists off.
Michael nods reaches out for the book, but has it brought out of his reach as Loutiel smiles down at him, "Ah, ah. First, the cost... Five hundred gold." he states, causing Michael's body to twitch.
"Five hundred!? Why is it so expensive!?" Michael exclaims at the ridiculous price... Five hundred gold was enough to feed an entire village for a couple years at the least!
Loutiel gives a light laugh, "There's a reason finding magical texts is so difficult... Every country wishes to limit who can learn it as mages can become powerful enough to destroy armies alone. So they all try their best to avoid providing their future enemies with resources... After all, if there is one thing this that exemplifies Nobility... It's the fear of the people they are supposed to serve." he states with a fierce grin.
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