#magicfordummies

Rick's Lesson

the writing on the board reads "Magic for dummies"

I was thinking about using that alphabet for something so why not here \o/

I'm happy to introduce you to how magic works in Ellon world !

As a noble, Rick had access to a lot of knowledge that he is more than happy to share.

Yes, he took an optionnal art course. That boy can draw.

When I was explaining the magic system to my sister, I kept saying that metaphor about changing the color of your soul. I think that's the best way I can explain it.

It's something you can't change. Of course there's more to tell about it and as you can see it did impact Rick in someway.

Now, “sneaking into the Vesuvian palace with a bounty on your head is a terrible idea” is how most people would react when presented with such a scenario as being the one and only Dr. Devorak. Logically, you would want to keep your profile low, and far away from the Countess who would do anything for your head on her dinner plate, right? Well, when you lack any sense of self preservation and have downed a healthy handful of your sisters favorite beer, terrible ideas turn into seemingly terrific ones.

That was the current predicament Julian found himself in, one leg caught in the branches of a strikingly tall, exotic bush in the palace garden. Ilya was certain anyone within a mile radius could hear him cursing himself, upside down and struggling to pull himself upright enough to unhook the sticks and leaves from his pant leg. Maybe if he were more sober, he would have cared a little more, but at the moment this plant was his mortal enemy and he would say whatever he wished to strike it down. 

If this was how he was going to get captured for his crimes, fuzzy minded and flailing about and fighting a bush of all things, then at least he could laugh at his own idiocy in the afterlife.

One last tug, and the fabric tore itself free with a rip, Julian himself landing with an odd crunch that he could address later. Amidst further curses and rants, a soft, familiar hum filled his ears from an awning one story above him.

“Quel régal, mon cher trouver de tels mots pour moi!”

“I have no idea what you mean, my dearest. I’m a master fortune teller, always have been.” He replied laughing as well as he puts a drink to his lips and takes a swig. Julian sets down the tankard to the side and picks up the deck again winking at her. “I don’t do this for profit, but we’ll see.” 

Julian splits the deck in two and starts shuffling expertly, hands moving as though he’s done this a thousand times. “I need you to really think of something you want to know then, Rynnell, or on what you wish to know about your own life. Concentrate. I hear it’s very important.” He stops halfway through a shuffle and sets the deck down to pull out the very top card for her, holding it up between them at eye level and giving her a mysterious look before he sets it down. 

“The hierophant, reversed.” He raises a brow at her and narrows his eyes for a moment as if inspecting her, though the amused look on his face betrays the fact that he’s not really trying to gather anything from that. “You know, this one’s interesting. A sinner, aren’t you? I think it’s suggesting you get down on your knees darling, and you know...” He paused to lick his lips. “Pray.” 

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