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Chapter 4: Sneaking on a plane

With the confidence of having ten max level spellcasters by his side, he made his planes for the next stage. Up until now he had only hidden inside his basement, or rather Mordenkainen's Magnificent Mansion. Before he tried venturing into other planes of existence, well dangerous ones at least, he wanted to create a foothold on earth.

A network of teleportation circles, underground hideouts or even a few towers around the globe.

The good thing about circles was, that they had a 100 % success rate. If he used the normal teleportation spell he would be fucked. He just knew it. No amount of contemplation had yet told him on how the rolling of dice worked here. Things just happened. Cast a spell with a ranging damage output like fireball and the effect varied in intensity depending on pure luck it seemed.

So he would be damned if he risked becoming stuck inside a mountain, just to avoid a few days of weeks of effort in travelling. Teleport accidents were really no joke. If he wanted to travel to, Tokyo, for example, a place which he only had seen videos from, he'd have a 43% chance of a mishap. Which would mean getting stuck in said mountain. Or the bottom of the ocean. And even the 57% only meant he would arrive on the same continent, probably. Only a 25% chance guaranteed landing somewhere inside the city.

He could just transform into a bird and fly there, but that would take ages, and be quite dangerous.

If you died while polymorphed, you just turned back. Yet any extending damage would go to you. Say, you were sucked inside an air plane engine. Not pretty. Etherealness, was also not an option. A great way to get yourself killed by stepping on some ghosts lawn. Still worth the risk, if you were, say we, stuck under a mountain and needed a convinient way to just walk through it.

He came up with a much better idea, after only a week of drawing mind maps inside his new meeting room.

Very nice that one, had everything. Automatic coffee maker, which meant it also flew your coffee to you. A rolling sushi to keep the host entertained and at full strength. And a marvellous, fake, view of central Park in New York. Just to get the business mindset really going. There were also dozens of giant white boards and pinboards for creative idea finding processes. His yakuza were not that helpful, honestly is was just like bouncing ideas of yourself.

After much deliberation they finally concluded that a simple plan with only Argentarius participating, would be the most likely to succeed.

Three days later, after he had switched places with Tom for a while to spend some time with his family and friends, he went to LCY, in disguise of course. This had been another topic of great importance they had tried to figure out. What persona should Argentarius go for? The young, handsome and wealthy conglomerate heir? Astute and well travelled gentlemen in his forties? Or the classic old wise man with a white beard and pointy hat? The irony of the Archwizard disguising himself as Dumbledore or Gandalf, did not elude those present at the meeting.

How does the saying go? If you want to hide something, just put a funny hat on it or something.

So after a rather expensive visit at the tailor, yes they still had those, he now really looked the part.

A long and loose fitting coat lay on his shoulders, almost resembling a cloak. Shiny leather boots with a metal buckle at the side adorned his feet. Underneath he wore a vest and a loose shirt. Everything from his tie to his underpants was made of the finest materials, at least that was what the very eager salesman told him. He paid 3000 pound for just the one suit! Why only one? Well he could just cast a cleaning spell, he had only just managed to not use Suggestion to lower the price a bit. He had not been sure if the target would have known about the magic afterwords or not.

Better to be safe.

The best thing he now owned was his new wizard hat. He even tried to store a bottle of Johnnie Walker in the tip, but this intricate piece of dimensinal magic still eluded him. "By A'Tuin, how do they do it? Maybe I can someday visit the invisible academy and ask them. Well, I'd rather not think of the implications of the Discworld existing. Hopefully the warcraft world is not real, thank you very much. I have no hope in dealing with fucking world devouring titans."

And man, ripe in years, wandered in the London City Airport and looked a bit lost as he viewed the panels all all-round. Yet, as this was London, no one cared. Only a few kids poked their already stressed parent and asked them if the man with the funny hat could do tricks.

Argentarius had even hoped that somebody would ask him to show them a magic trick, he had actually practised some. Real magic of course. But he had to make it so convincing, that the viewer would be sure it had to be a fake. Not very easy.

After wondering around and annoying half a dozen employees, Argentarius finally settled on a flight, were some seats were still vacant and disappeared into a toilet. He pulled his sleeves up and checked his new spellbook. It was a shiny, golden bangle about 12 inches in width. Grabbing on one side he drew a long scroll of parchment out. "So much better then carrying around a dam book everywhere." The book and his new amulet (ring and earring) were all granted by his supporting and loving battery's. He now had a spell foci on every extremity. You never knew when one might be confiscated or chopped off.

He spoke aloud after making sure no one was hearing him: "Gaseous Form!" Soon he turned into an unassuming trail of smoke. Now he had one hour to board the plane and hide on the toilet.

It was surprisingly easy to find a nice seat in business class, he just walked up to an empty seat and sat down. No one cared for your ID or tickets after you boarded. Argentarius sadly looked at his spells, the mind tricks and illusion's he had prepared.

After a few mediocre meals, a nap and some light spell studding, they landed in Zurich. He disembarked the plane gracefully as a wisp of smoke and after getting a piece of the airport, he made his way to the next plane. There had been no time to get out and search for a place to build a hideout, but if he teleported with the piece of the yucca tree he snapped of, in the next 6 months, there would be no problem getting here. He would have to think of making himself invisible first, as to not scare the nice lady inside the duty free store.

After repeating the procedure, he was on his way towards Tokyo.


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Chapter 5: Drunk bar fight in Tokyo

After being poked awake, by and increasingly panicking Japanese stewardess, Argentarius moved discretely towards the next toilet and turned into mist. He cast the 3rd-level divination spell Tongues on himself and proceeded to regret this descension as he now understood all the random chitchat around him and could no longer define it as anime background noise. He made way towards a back alley in Yokohama near China Town. After hiding behind an illusionary wall he cast "Demiplane!" and hoped to have picked the right one. Some day he would release unseen horrors unto this world after drunkenly opening the wrong one, he just knew it. Lucky for him and probably earth, what came out, where his yakuza. From Ichi to Juu all were present.

"OK guys just as practised. The first four of you guard around me, the rest stay back and observe. If anything mayor happens let the reserve back home know and they will teleport in, hopefully."

Argentarius wrinkled his nose as he thought of the accident at training last week.

He thought about having some of his guys use True Polymorph to turn into monks, assassins and the like, to get a real party together. Yet he threw the idea out because of the limited time. He barley understood his own class and had little desire to train a team of diverse party members for months or years before he could use them in combat or social encounters. There was also the fact that the things he knew to polymorph into, where giant ass monsters, demons or devils. Not that optimal for stealth.

Anyway he was here today to have some fun and scout the area for suitable places for his little project. Now the streets opened before him like he was using some crowd control stuff. Nobody, especially the Japanese, would dare to block the path of important looking men in black suits. Double so if they guarded a strange old men as he was most likely a yakuza boss.

They wandered into china town and after Ni had cast another Tongues on him, he straight up dived into the stalls, shops and bars. His goons were soon loaded with souvenirs. He had not yet dared to create a bag of holding with Wish. Even the book and rings had been a very nerve wracking situation.

The rules stated clearly that Wish could, in fact, create any non-magical object. But magic was also on the table if you did not value your life and or sanity. Two of his dear constructs had straight up exploded while another had disappeared and the last one was still looked up under supervision to find out which curse the DM thought up. He had checked his new items with every possible spell he knew, which were not that many. Even divination was performed extensively, yet the only thing that came up was that he foresaw a coming headache. Had not happened yet so best of luck to him.

After a few hours of miling with the locals he was just drinking happily and cheating with a cute female bartender, as six men pushed the door open and tried to look as intimidating as possible. Soon after, their boss entered. He wore the same white suit as them, yet he was almost 6 feet tall, which must have been quite the achievement on his parents behave. His eyepatch and the still lit cigar gave him the necessary aura to get Argentarius attention, even in his drunk state.

Argentarius turned around and rose slowly from his seat. "Who are you foreigner? You are in our territory." Argentarius was gravely disappointed, as what reached his ears was perfectly translated and accent free English. "My friend, will you not share a glass with me? I only wish to have a good time." He held his breath and prayed to Azuth, or whoever rolled his dice.

The man seemed to be taken aback, but then he gave a short hand sign and the action was on.

One of the white suits took a quick step forward and tried to punch Ichi. He just stepped aside and pulled his foldable quarterstaff out, then proceeded to miss. The goons were soon embroiled in a full on bar fight, the wizard constructs being the yakuza's equal in most aspects, for they could not use magic and had never tried physical training a day in their life. Still they were level 20 creatures and could take quite the beating.

The bosses both just stared into each others eyes to see which one would fold first. Argentarius smiled and looked at the hand which had one missing finger. Then he looked back up said with a serious face: "Why do Yakuza swear a loyalty oath? Because they can't do pinky promises."

First he just looked stunned, then he suddenly fell on floor in fits of laughter. Argentarius had used the spell Tasha's Hideous Laughter, it latest a minute and should teach the man a good lesson.

After the white suits scurried away, dragging their still giggling boss behind, the Archwizard looked at his goons and was not amused to see the had taken about half a dozen hits. That would cost quite the sum of gp to repair. He decided to change his guard into a more diverse group in the future. Some fighters in leather armour, a few assassins and priest or a cleric.

He himself was just as bad as his constructs in melee. Without any magic item and not being able to cast shield or mage armour, he was only a punching bag. Magic Robes and defensive items were the most important, he had no idea how to make them. Before he figured that out, he better try to get to another magic world and just buy them, saving years of effort. One thing he did create himself was his transmuter stone, it was similar to the philosophers stone in harry potter. Only that he could create it in 8 hours and the effects were much better. It was a consumable item, that had a passive effect while not yet consumed. He chose to increase his own speed by 33%, for his goons he decided on different things from dark vision to fire resistance. The consumable function was the real stuff of legends and the main reason he chose the school of transmuting. It could cure all disease, gift youth, transmute objects and also resurrect the dead. Resurrection was, as a matter of fact, necromancy. Yet not only did necromancer use this spell but also clerics and priests. It was seen as a tool and not evil itself. The soul had to be willing to come back and a body had, mostly, needed to be present. Also it was no undead which arose, but the real thing. Well you could also just make skeletons and zombies of course.


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