#wizard of wind

22: My muse gravely injures yours and must help them or find them help.

Years of training had sharpened his reflexes and reaction time-- it wasn’t as if he had become Basilio’s champion just by sitting idle.  On top of this, Lon’qu was, just by the nature of his past, a rather on-edge person.  Regardless of whether or not he were to admit it aloud, many everyday occurrences simply startled him.  The screech of boiling water in a kettle, footsteps outside of his tent, the loud cawing of one of the crows that for some reason always seemed to make themselves comfortable around camp-- all of these things heightened his senses, and made the swordsman react quicker, more aggressively.

There was something unmistakeable about Ylisse that only garnered curiosity from the diviner. As such, Hayato had found himself drawn to it again, taking cautious steps through the Dragon's Gate. All of this had been against his better judgement, yet still he pushed forward, convinced that he ought to investigate further.

He stuck closer to where the gate took him this time. He took himself away from the place he had learned was Plegia, focusing his mind elsewhere. His mind was preoccupied with too much of the woman that hailed from there, and he found himself muttering incomprehensible musings as he traversed the local marketplace.

He had only taken the trip to such a populated place, a place he knew he would stick out in, for he felt it only right he at least take something from this place to give his visit more purpose. Perhaps he should pick up something for a concoction or something for his daughter, and as he debated his impromptu shopping list, he bumped harshly with another person.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!"

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What a perfect time it was for sleeping in an abandoned barn at the outskirts of some backwater village. The sky was clear, the moon was shining, and there was a nice strong breeze as well.  Rutger was snoozing peacefully on top of a pile of hay until the screams of villagers pierced through the night. He immediately woke as he wasn’t a heavy sleeper. Truth be told, his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sufficient rest and his complexion wasn’t healthy looking either. Rutger wandered outside to find the source of distress. In the distance he was able to spot villagers fleeing and some pale figures with this dark aura around them.

seduce, steal from, serenade Ricken, Libra, Maribelle“Goodness, seduction and thievery! What sort of woman do you think I am? …Though if it were for research purposes…”

“I would seduce Libra, if only to elicit a potent emotional response. Though I quite like the symbolic cleverness of stealing from a monk, I would rather take from Maribelle.”

“Yes. I would steal from Maribelle. One so attached to their possessions would surely react noticably. And if she did not know, I could use her excess to fund my research.”

Ricken opens his spell tome, prepares himself, takes a deep breath and shouts WIND!

Job finished, Titania had been making her way back to her camp, when suddenly there was a solid ‘THUNK’ as something impacted on the armour covering her waist. Whirling, she looked for her assailant thought saw nothing but a young mage grasping his hand in pain.

Say’ri steepled her fingers, trying to cast back to the last time she’d seen the youth go about his business. In all honesty she had trouble differentiating between the ylissean folk, but eventually her memory summoned a slight figure of earnest brain.

“I don’t know much about these ‘Shepherds’ other than they seem closer to us mercenaries than mere sheep guardians... unless of course the threats to their folk require more serious arms and fortification?”