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“I swore to myself,

               no matter the cost;

        Never Again.”

Independent Ryze, written by Raven.

  5+ years of writing experience

  Mun and muse 18+

  Friendly mun, grumpy muse

  Possible dark subject matter

“I swore to myself,

               no matter the cost;

        Never Again.”

Independent Ryze, written by Raven.

  5+ years of writing experience

  Mun and muse 18+

  Friendly mun, grumpy muse

  Possible dark subject matter

“I swore to myself,

               no matter the cost;

        Never Again.”

Independent Ryze, written by Raven.

  5+ years of writing experience

  Mun and muse 18+

  Friendly mun, grumpy muse

  Possible dark subject matter

 It was some time in the afternoon, maybe two o’clock on a sunny day. Blaze had been in his lab looking at what appeared to be a dead tree and observing the effects of the hyper regeneration fluid on it, seeing if it would make a quick come-back. He figured that if he were to take in the fluid, be wounded for maybe a second and back to normal, maybe some kind of similar effect could happen to the tree. That’s when Max notified him with a message.

 “Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a high energy source walking about in Ionia. It’s in the northern section of the region - you best go investigate.” It said, bringing in a visual of where Blaze would need to be. 

  Blaze let out a sigh, hoping he would be done with this shortly. He needed to find out whether or not the fluid would need to be tweaked for the result he desired. Of course, Max could observe for him; Max could do anything Blaze needed him to and then some. “Alright. Any idea who it may be?” Blaze was almost monotone, not very much in the mood to deal with anyone at the time. 

  “I’m not sure,” Max replied, “but it appears to be some kind of archmage.” This made Blaze pause in his progress. At first it sounded cool, then familiar to him. 

  An archmage? Why does that… He wondered, looking closer at the visual given to him. It looks like a person but with an altered skin tone and…tattoos? Wonder what the scroll’s about too.

“Max, give me an update on my equipment. Is everything good-to-go?” Blaze asked, moving to toss his teleportation platform onto the floor. 

  “Everything is at a solid one hundred percent capacity. What would you like to take with you?” Max had begun to bring over the Suit and B-Saber on skinny metal arms. Even Blaze’s backpack was taken over towards his position. The platform spread out and Blaze stepped onto the center. 

  “Just the Saber, since the Suit makes my job a little easy half the time. Odds are I might not even have to fight this guy. Let’s hope he’s not a threat.” As he received the B-Saber, lightning and a barrier began to form all around the edges of the platform. Soon enough, he had teleported out of his home and onto the First Lands. He took a deep breath, reminding him that there wasn’t any other place like Ionia. He could somehow feel the magic all around him, and that feeling never got old. 

  I would live here, but I’m simply too high-tech to belong on the surface. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a second home though. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone tried to take it over. Actually…that’s not a bad idea. Guess I’ll make a place for myself here.

He looked around, figured out his exact placement, and stepped off of the platform. He placed it in a pocket after it shrunk down and walked where he needed to go - straight north.

His raptor was out hunting for food. It had gotten big enough to feed itself now, and still it insisted on following the man. He wouldn’t discourage it. It was somewhat nice having a companion, and if the animal felt its life were threatened at any point, it would surely run. 

With a weary groan, the old man sat down and unshouldered a pack that had been haphazardly slung onto his back next to the scroll. From inside he pulled a small foreign fruit, examining it for damage or rot before biting into it. He had been human once, so though the magic did a large part to sustain his life, he wasn’t quite able to completely go without food and drink. Besides, his stamina would suffer if he didn’t allow his body to physically recharge. And he liked this fruit. 

 It was some time in the afternoon, maybe two o’clock on a sunny day. Blaze had been in his lab looking at what appeared to be a dead tree and observing the effects of the hyper regeneration fluid on it, seeing if it would make a quick come-back. He figured that if he were to take in the fluid, be wounded for maybe a second and back to normal, maybe some kind of similar effect could happen to the tree. That’s when Max notified him with a message.

 “Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a high energy source walking about in Ionia. It’s in the northern section of the region - you best go investigate.” It said, bringing in a visual of where Blaze would need to be. 

  Blaze let out a sigh, hoping he would be done with this shortly. He needed to find out whether or not the fluid would need to be tweaked for the result he desired. Of course, Max could observe for him; Max could do anything Blaze needed him to and then some. “Alright. Any idea who it may be?” Blaze was almost monotone, not very much in the mood to deal with anyone at the time. 

  “I’m not sure,” Max replied, “but it appears to be some kind of archmage.” This made Blaze pause in his progress. At first it sounded cool, then familiar to him. 

  An archmage? Why does that… He wondered, looking closer at the visual given to him. It looks like a person but with an altered skin tone and…tattoos? Wonder what the scroll’s about too.

“Max, give me an update on my equipment. Is everything good-to-go?” Blaze asked, moving to toss his teleportation platform onto the floor. 

  “Everything is at a solid one hundred percent capacity. What would you like to take with you?” Max had begun to bring over the Suit and B-Saber on skinny metal arms. Even Blaze’s backpack was taken over towards his position. The platform spread out and Blaze stepped onto the center. 

  “Just the Saber, since the Suit makes my job a little easy half the time. Odds are I might not even have to fight this guy. Let’s hope he’s not a threat.” As he received the B-Saber, lightning and a barrier began to form all around the edges of the platform. Soon enough, he had teleported out of his home and onto the First Lands. He took a deep breath, reminding him that there wasn’t any other place like Ionia. He could somehow feel the magic all around him, and that feeling never got old. 

  I would live here, but I’m simply too high-tech to belong on the surface. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a second home though. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone tried to take it over. Actually…that’s not a bad idea. Guess I’ll make a place for myself here.

He looked around, figured out his exact placement, and stepped off of the platform. He placed it in a pocket after it shrunk down and walked where he needed to go - straight north.

His raptor was out hunting for food. It had gotten big enough to feed itself now, and still it insisted on following the man. He wouldn’t discourage it. It was somewhat nice having a companion, and if the animal felt its life were threatened at any point, it would surely run. 

With a weary groan, the old man sat down and unshouldered a pack that had been haphazardly slung onto his back next to the scroll. From inside he pulled a small foreign fruit, examining it for damage or rot before biting into it. He had been human once, so though the magic did a large part to sustain his life, he wasn’t quite able to completely go without food and drink. Besides, his stamina would suffer if he didn’t allow his body to physically recharge. And he liked this fruit. 

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“The world’s greatest Magi… still somehow carrying that absurd scroll.”

“And a few books.”

“Why not just compile the scroll into a book? He’s already got a few, and it’d certainly be more convenient.”

“You know what they say about big scrolls?”

“He probably hasn’t seen a romantic encounter yet, don’t abuse the oppurtunity to exaggerate your lack of status, Keane.”

“…Compensating.”

He sounded unimpressed and possibly a bit irritated, as per the usual. One could expect little more from him.

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