When thinking of a witch what imagine comes to mind? The classic green faced woman with a pointed hat and black cloak? The peasant woman tied to a stake, accused of witch craft and sentenced to burning? What about an eerie old woman looming over a cauldron, cackling as she brews up another new potion? A young woman, clad in house colours, off to learn the dark arts in Harry Potter? There are so many renditions, so many stories, so much fantasy and wonder...
What doesn't come to mind first is Egypt, where sorcery was truly born. Magic thrived in the ancient Kingdoms, sorcerers stood side by side with Pharaohs and Queens, casting spells to vanquish the enemies of their rulers, and conjuring potions at their request. These sorcerers are often depicted in hieroglyphs but have been mistaken as regular medicine men and healers. Magic has a rich history, spreading from Egypt across the world... but that isn't what this story is about. As interesting as those old dusty stories are, this story is about a woman named Akila. She is the descendant of powerful Egyptian sorcerers. Despite being of mixed blood she has the ability to wield magic, and she does it damn well. Akila, who also goes by Alison in day to day life, is a college student studying Archeology and Astrology. She mostly does it for personal interest, with no real career in mind. She already has a career, though it's not exactly one to put on your resume or chat about over coffee. Just like her ancestors before her, she is working under powerful people, one of the two largest criminal organizations in the city. She used to work as a 'Witch for Hire', and for the right price she could make life much better, or much worse, for certain people. She isn't a hitman or an informant, though people tried to use her like that sometimes. She used to take jobs as they came, people usually hearing about her 'services' from past clients. She didn't look for work, it always found her. It isn't well known that witches and magic actually exist, and many clients were skeptical of her at first, but it didn't take long to convince them otherwise.
In the last year though she has worked exclusively for one group in particular, The Vercera, one of the largest organized crime groups in the city. They could be called Mafia, she doesn't really care what they're referred to, as long as she's getting paid. She 'settled down' with them because of the money, they offered her hundreds of thousands for her loyalty, though her loyalty only goes as deep as their pockets.
Yeah, yeah, how could she do that? She could be using her powers to help people and do good! Ending world hunger, bringing peace and all that shit, but she never said she was a good person. She certainly isn't evil, she's more neutral than anything else. She isn't on anyone's side but her own, and she happens to favour money over being an asset to society. No, she doesn't hold a grudge for witches being burned in the past, she doesn't get annoyed by regular humans practicing 'Wicca' and acting like sorcerers, she doesn't even care about all the movies and media. She doesn't have a particular reason to dislike humans, but she does. Maybe it's a twisted way of feeling superior but mortals are like insects, useful at times but overall just pests. Even without their money she would be living a comfortable life, if anything the money just sweetens the deal. In reality, she's looking for entertainment, something to pass time, that's something humans are good for.
Akila isn't immortal, but she is far older than she appears. The passage of time flows much slower for a Witch, she is probably nearing a hundred years old but appears no older than twenty five. She stopped counting long ago.
So, in summary, Akila, aka Alison, is a college student by day and a Witch working for the mafia by night. Her life is rather comfortable and easy, but recently she has been getting premonitions that something is coming, a change that will derail her current life. Though she doesn't know what it is, she knows it can't be avoided.
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So, I had one main idea, a witch hunter. Witches are rare now days, living under the radar for the most part. Witch hunters are even more rare, but they are trained and commissioned by the church to track down and kill witches. To them magic is the devil's plaything, so ultimately witches are evil. They're demons sent to earth by the devil himself so they need to be snuffed out before they can wreak havoc. She isn't immortal, but she has lived nearly a hundred years. She can be hurt like a regular human, but she recovers at an accelerated rate. Her skin can be pierced but the magic coursing through her body keeps her from being mortally wounded. So how do you kill a witch? No, you don't splash water on them like the wicked witch of the west, she isn't going to melt away. Not even holy water has an effect because -in fact- they aren't demons. The only good water does is drowning them, which does work. Well, burning is a sure way to get the job done, its been proven effective for hundreds of years. Ironically, enchanted weapons can get the job done, but that requires a witch to enchant the weapon. They can be burned, drowned, stabbed with enchanted weapons, or their source of youth can be destroyed. For many witches they use enchanted jewels to preserve their youth, and is the jewel is destroyed they age rapidly, and in the process they die.
I was thinking, a witch hunter comes after her with the intention of killing her. There have been several attempts at her life over the years, but none have been successful, obviously. But this hunter is stubborn, and perhaps she finds herself amused by him, which is something rare for her, so she doesn't kill him but he keeps coming after her. We could work out the rest of the details as we go, or if you have ideas let me know.
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Me as a writer
Hit me up if I sound like your type of partner!
What doesn't come to mind first is Egypt, where sorcery was truly born. Magic thrived in the ancient Kingdoms, sorcerers stood side by side with Pharaohs and Queens, casting spells to vanquish the enemies of their rulers, and conjuring potions at their request. These sorcerers are often depicted in hieroglyphs but have been mistaken as regular medicine men and healers. Magic has a rich history, spreading from Egypt across the world... but that isn't what this story is about. As interesting as those old dusty stories are, this story is about a woman named Akila. She is the descendant of powerful Egyptian sorcerers. Despite being of mixed blood she has the ability to wield magic, and she does it damn well. Akila, who also goes by Alison in day to day life, is a college student studying Archeology and Astrology. She mostly does it for personal interest, with no real career in mind. She already has a career, though it's not exactly one to put on your resume or chat about over coffee. Just like her ancestors before her, she is working under powerful people, one of the two largest criminal organizations in the city. She used to work as a 'Witch for Hire', and for the right price she could make life much better, or much worse, for certain people. She isn't a hitman or an informant, though people tried to use her like that sometimes. She used to take jobs as they came, people usually hearing about her 'services' from past clients. She didn't look for work, it always found her. It isn't well known that witches and magic actually exist, and many clients were skeptical of her at first, but it didn't take long to convince them otherwise.
In the last year though she has worked exclusively for one group in particular, The Vercera, one of the largest organized crime groups in the city. They could be called Mafia, she doesn't really care what they're referred to, as long as she's getting paid. She 'settled down' with them because of the money, they offered her hundreds of thousands for her loyalty, though her loyalty only goes as deep as their pockets.
Yeah, yeah, how could she do that? She could be using her powers to help people and do good! Ending world hunger, bringing peace and all that shit, but she never said she was a good person. She certainly isn't evil, she's more neutral than anything else. She isn't on anyone's side but her own, and she happens to favour money over being an asset to society. No, she doesn't hold a grudge for witches being burned in the past, she doesn't get annoyed by regular humans practicing 'Wicca' and acting like sorcerers, she doesn't even care about all the movies and media. She doesn't have a particular reason to dislike humans, but she does. Maybe it's a twisted way of feeling superior but mortals are like insects, useful at times but overall just pests. Even without their money she would be living a comfortable life, if anything the money just sweetens the deal. In reality, she's looking for entertainment, something to pass time, that's something humans are good for.
Akila isn't immortal, but she is far older than she appears. The passage of time flows much slower for a Witch, she is probably nearing a hundred years old but appears no older than twenty five. She stopped counting long ago.
So, in summary, Akila, aka Alison, is a college student by day and a Witch working for the mafia by night. Her life is rather comfortable and easy, but recently she has been getting premonitions that something is coming, a change that will derail her current life. Though she doesn't know what it is, she knows it can't be avoided.
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So, I had one main idea, a witch hunter. Witches are rare now days, living under the radar for the most part. Witch hunters are even more rare, but they are trained and commissioned by the church to track down and kill witches. To them magic is the devil's plaything, so ultimately witches are evil. They're demons sent to earth by the devil himself so they need to be snuffed out before they can wreak havoc. She isn't immortal, but she has lived nearly a hundred years. She can be hurt like a regular human, but she recovers at an accelerated rate. Her skin can be pierced but the magic coursing through her body keeps her from being mortally wounded. So how do you kill a witch? No, you don't splash water on them like the wicked witch of the west, she isn't going to melt away. Not even holy water has an effect because -in fact- they aren't demons. The only good water does is drowning them, which does work. Well, burning is a sure way to get the job done, its been proven effective for hundreds of years. Ironically, enchanted weapons can get the job done, but that requires a witch to enchant the weapon. They can be burned, drowned, stabbed with enchanted weapons, or their source of youth can be destroyed. For many witches they use enchanted jewels to preserve their youth, and is the jewel is destroyed they age rapidly, and in the process they die.
I was thinking, a witch hunter comes after her with the intention of killing her. There have been several attempts at her life over the years, but none have been successful, obviously. But this hunter is stubborn, and perhaps she finds herself amused by him, which is something rare for her, so she doesn't kill him but he keeps coming after her. We could work out the rest of the details as we go, or if you have ideas let me know.
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Me as a writer
- I write in third-person, past tense, and in multiple paragraphs
- I don't have a preference for frequency of replies. I'm busy, you're busy, let's just write when we have time and not feel pressured. I'm usually on every couple days though
- Long post lengths, anywhere from 2-10+ depending on the story and the scene
- Heavy details, I'm a real sucker for details.
- I'm fine starting us off if you don't disappear on me, I put a ton of effort into my intros and their size can be intimidating(Or so I've been told) so just talk to me
- Literate and puts effort/pride into my writing.
- My stories are plot driven, not sex driven. Sexual themes are definitely great and will be in the story, but it wont dominate the story.
- Okay with 18+ themes such as sex, drugs, alcohol, violence, blood, swearing, ect... I don't fade to black in sex scenes, nuh-uh honey, I like those nitty gritty details that I can really sink my teeth into.
Scattered snowflakes gently drifted through the air, the first snow of winter. The air was crisp, cold enough that one could see their breath. The snow managed to make the grey tinted city seem a touch lighter. It was a beautiful time of year, and an unnerving one. The coming winter meant many things for many people, the first snow was the first sign of the struggles to come. Crops wouldn't grow, food would be scarce, work would be hard to find, there would be a shortage of medical herbs, the elderly and sick would likely die, heat was difficult to find and maintain... winter brought it's many struggles and of course the church already had preachers out on the street, shouting about not losing hope, about praying, about donating to the church to bring gods blessings through the winter.
The large square in front of the church was crowded with people, a small market offering what little fresh crops would be left for the year. Of course there were also cured meats, wheat, dried beans, and other foods that could last months, feeding people though the winter, but it wasn't cheap. The market was busy, crowded with people desperate to try and buy some food for their families. On one end of the square stood a cloaked man, feet upon a wooden box so he stood above the crowd. "-If you donate to the church God will make you rich with food, health, heat, and strength to make it through this difficult winter. If all you can offer are prayers than you must pray! Pray for his blessings, pledge your soul to the lord and you will be saved! Salvation can be yours-" It went on and on...
A figure stood near the edge of the square, a dark green cloak covering their body with the hood drawn over their head. Under the hood was a pair of blue eyes and a mop of brown curls. Arthur. He'd stood there for only a few minutes but he'd already had enough of the loud mouthed preacher. He had to wonder how the man kept shouting like that, how he didn't run out of breath or cause his throat to ache. He had no desire to get closer to the man or the large, intimidating building behind him. The steeples loomed high above the surrounding buildings, topped with large golden crosses that shined even when the sun was shielded behind clouds. He wanted nothing more than to get away from the church, he wanted to be nowhere near it... but the market was there and he needed food. He hadn't eaten for a couple days and his stomach felt like a hollow pit. The cramps and pain had mostly passed but now he was left feeling tired and weak, with an empty feeling inside. He was almost out of money, for months he'd been frugal with his coins, not knowing when he would be able to make more money, but now he was running low, that was why he was pushing himself not to eat some days. Arthur took in a breath, slowly releasing it before stepping forward into the crowd.
Arthur wasn't used to crowded city streets yet, he'd only entered the city a week ago and this one was much larger than the ones he'd been in before. It was obvious he was out of his element by how he stumbled his way through crowds, apologizing to every person he bumped into. He made his way through the small gathering of carts and stands, intending to but something cheap and filling, like bread, but as he went his eyes caught on something bright. He paused next to a stand, eyes locking on a sight he hadn't seen in months. A basket of bright red apples sat among other produce on the stand. When was the last time he'd eaten an apple? It was difficult to remember, perhaps it was the time last fall when his mother and him went apple picking outside the village, back home the trees would grow countless fruits that the entire village shared the bounty, but that was a distant memory now. Arthur's eyes glanced to the price written and almost scoffed. He could buy five loafs of bread for that amount. "Why is the price so high?" He questioned as his eyes found the vendor. The large bearded man standing on the other side of the stand simply shrugged. "Ain't no one else sellin' em'" The man answered in a gruff voice. Of course, any reason to hike up the price and bring in more money. Some people would be desperate enough to spend that type of coin on them. "Interested?" The man asked and Arthur shook his head "No, thank you" The vendor just shrugged as Arthur turned to go. He wanted one, of course he did, but he couldn't waste his money on things like that.
He sighed, the disappointment filling his mind but just as he was turning away his eyes caught movement. One of the apples began to drift upwards from the stack without him touching it, and he suddenly turned back and slapped a hand down on the pile. His heart was suddenly racing as he realized what was happening. 'You don't want it, you don't need it' He repeated in his mind, knowing it was his desire that was causing the apple to float and try to fallow him. The amulet was still around his neck tucked under his clothes, supposedly containing some of his powers, but not all of them. In his panic he'd forgotten about the vendor, until the gruff voice came. "The hell is wrong with you lad? Have ya lost yer' mind?" Arthur's eyes quickly lifted to the man, trying to steady his breathing. "Oh, sorry, I actually am interesting in buying one" He said quickly. "I was just...uh... seeing how firm they were" He tried to explain, his heart still racing as he spoke. "Well ya best be careful or else you'll be buying em' all when ya damage em'" The man answered, clearly still irritated. It was understandable, Arthur had just suddenly slammed his hand onto his product, valuable product at that. Arthur just tried to offer a smile, breathing still sightly fast. "Sorry" He repeated, trying to calm down. If he was caught there... he was done. With the church so close and the number of guards in the market... he'd be arrested and burned all in one day.
"Well? If yer gonna buy it then take it, stop leanin' on em' " The man pushed, but Arthur didn't move. He couldn't afford it... but if he moved his hand the fruit would undoubtably fallow... He could feel the pressure under his palm, it was still trying to float, and he couldn't let it. "Right... let me just-" He tried to come up with an excuse but just as he did the vendors eyes left him. "Hey! Ya' little rats!" The man suddenly yelled. Arthur looked to the side, seeing some children snatching potatoes from a basket near the end of the man's stall. As the vendor shouted they took off running. "Get back er'!" The vendor stepped away from the stall, and in a moment of panic Arthur grabbed the apple and ran. The Vendor turned back, seeing Arthur running off "Hey you!" A shout came but Arthur just kept running. 'A thief! You're a thief now, good job. This is just great, you idiot' His thoughts reeled as he ran, headed down a side street. He didn't even have a place to run to, he was just running. He'd rather be found a thief than a witch, that was for sure...
Some more days passed, he'd been in the city well over a week at that point with no luck finding the wizard. He'd knocked on many doors and been turned away many times. Finding the rumoured 'powerful Wizard' was proving to be difficult, but he couldn't give up. He'd come so far, and this was his last option. Arthur sat on an empty crate down a narrow alley, holding the amulet in his hand. He stared down at the fragile looking jewel, counting the number of cracks that had appeared in it. Since leaving home the cracks started forming, and now the jewel looked to be on the verge of shattering... He didn't want to think of what would happen if it did break... he'd been warned by an alchemist he'd met in the last city he traveled through that if the jewel shattered his powers would be released fully, and if he didn't have the strength to wield them properly they would destroy him along with anything, and anyone nearby. He'd taken the amulet off in the past but now he was scared to, his powers had developed more since then...
Arthur sighed, pushing off the crate as he tucked the amulet away under his shirt. A wave of dizziness washed over him. He hadn't eaten since the apple incident, so in four days total the only thing he'd eaten was a single stolen apple. He was too nervous to go back to the market, if that same vendor was there he'd be arrested. There were other markets but they were far from where he was and he couldn't leave that area. He knew he was getting closer to the wizard, he could feel it. He could sense something, but he wasn't sure what exactly.
Arthur walked from the alley, stepping out on the street. There were a few more places he wanted to check today. He asked around, tried digging up information and found some addresses and names, but so far they had all been dead ends. He had been given one name months ago in a far off city, if he could find the owner of that name he would find the wizard, he was sure. He made his way down the street, hood drawn over his head. His first stop was a shop, the type he'd never been in before. People had said it was an imports and artifacts shop, but to him that just made it sound expensive. He'd have to be careful not to have an incident like back in the market.
After a short walk the shop came into view. As he neared the building he slowed, staring up at the sign as he approached the door. He'd approached many doors in search of the man, but something had him hesitating at this one. A strange feeling was coming over him, he felt close, closer than he ever had before to finding what he was searching for... and it unnerved him. He stepped up the single stone step and placed a hand on the door before stepping inside. A bell above his head chimed, alerting anyone inside to his arrival. The hood to his cloak was still up, as it always was. He was constantly trying to hide his appearance incase he asked someone the wrong question. Then at least if the authorities or the church were alerted his full appearance wouldn't be known. "Hello?" His spoke as he stepped deeper into the shop. He turned his head, looking for the shop owner or clerk. His finger tips were beginning to tingle so he rolled his hands into fists, trying to ease the sensation away. He was close, he could feel how close he was, this must be it, right? The man he'd been searching for was here, he had to be! Arthur stepped farther into the shop and when his eyes finally did find a man he froze, feet pausing mid step. The tingling in his finger tips had grown, traveling up the length of his fingers and into his palms. He tried to calm it as his eyes focused on the man. For a moment the air felt as if it was vibrating, everything inside of him was screaming that this was him, he could sense power coming from the figure, his breathing was becoming slightly heavy. Was this really it? Was this the end to his search? "Excuse me... are you... Auberon?"
The large square in front of the church was crowded with people, a small market offering what little fresh crops would be left for the year. Of course there were also cured meats, wheat, dried beans, and other foods that could last months, feeding people though the winter, but it wasn't cheap. The market was busy, crowded with people desperate to try and buy some food for their families. On one end of the square stood a cloaked man, feet upon a wooden box so he stood above the crowd. "-If you donate to the church God will make you rich with food, health, heat, and strength to make it through this difficult winter. If all you can offer are prayers than you must pray! Pray for his blessings, pledge your soul to the lord and you will be saved! Salvation can be yours-" It went on and on...
A figure stood near the edge of the square, a dark green cloak covering their body with the hood drawn over their head. Under the hood was a pair of blue eyes and a mop of brown curls. Arthur. He'd stood there for only a few minutes but he'd already had enough of the loud mouthed preacher. He had to wonder how the man kept shouting like that, how he didn't run out of breath or cause his throat to ache. He had no desire to get closer to the man or the large, intimidating building behind him. The steeples loomed high above the surrounding buildings, topped with large golden crosses that shined even when the sun was shielded behind clouds. He wanted nothing more than to get away from the church, he wanted to be nowhere near it... but the market was there and he needed food. He hadn't eaten for a couple days and his stomach felt like a hollow pit. The cramps and pain had mostly passed but now he was left feeling tired and weak, with an empty feeling inside. He was almost out of money, for months he'd been frugal with his coins, not knowing when he would be able to make more money, but now he was running low, that was why he was pushing himself not to eat some days. Arthur took in a breath, slowly releasing it before stepping forward into the crowd.
Arthur wasn't used to crowded city streets yet, he'd only entered the city a week ago and this one was much larger than the ones he'd been in before. It was obvious he was out of his element by how he stumbled his way through crowds, apologizing to every person he bumped into. He made his way through the small gathering of carts and stands, intending to but something cheap and filling, like bread, but as he went his eyes caught on something bright. He paused next to a stand, eyes locking on a sight he hadn't seen in months. A basket of bright red apples sat among other produce on the stand. When was the last time he'd eaten an apple? It was difficult to remember, perhaps it was the time last fall when his mother and him went apple picking outside the village, back home the trees would grow countless fruits that the entire village shared the bounty, but that was a distant memory now. Arthur's eyes glanced to the price written and almost scoffed. He could buy five loafs of bread for that amount. "Why is the price so high?" He questioned as his eyes found the vendor. The large bearded man standing on the other side of the stand simply shrugged. "Ain't no one else sellin' em'" The man answered in a gruff voice. Of course, any reason to hike up the price and bring in more money. Some people would be desperate enough to spend that type of coin on them. "Interested?" The man asked and Arthur shook his head "No, thank you" The vendor just shrugged as Arthur turned to go. He wanted one, of course he did, but he couldn't waste his money on things like that.
He sighed, the disappointment filling his mind but just as he was turning away his eyes caught movement. One of the apples began to drift upwards from the stack without him touching it, and he suddenly turned back and slapped a hand down on the pile. His heart was suddenly racing as he realized what was happening. 'You don't want it, you don't need it' He repeated in his mind, knowing it was his desire that was causing the apple to float and try to fallow him. The amulet was still around his neck tucked under his clothes, supposedly containing some of his powers, but not all of them. In his panic he'd forgotten about the vendor, until the gruff voice came. "The hell is wrong with you lad? Have ya lost yer' mind?" Arthur's eyes quickly lifted to the man, trying to steady his breathing. "Oh, sorry, I actually am interesting in buying one" He said quickly. "I was just...uh... seeing how firm they were" He tried to explain, his heart still racing as he spoke. "Well ya best be careful or else you'll be buying em' all when ya damage em'" The man answered, clearly still irritated. It was understandable, Arthur had just suddenly slammed his hand onto his product, valuable product at that. Arthur just tried to offer a smile, breathing still sightly fast. "Sorry" He repeated, trying to calm down. If he was caught there... he was done. With the church so close and the number of guards in the market... he'd be arrested and burned all in one day.
"Well? If yer gonna buy it then take it, stop leanin' on em' " The man pushed, but Arthur didn't move. He couldn't afford it... but if he moved his hand the fruit would undoubtably fallow... He could feel the pressure under his palm, it was still trying to float, and he couldn't let it. "Right... let me just-" He tried to come up with an excuse but just as he did the vendors eyes left him. "Hey! Ya' little rats!" The man suddenly yelled. Arthur looked to the side, seeing some children snatching potatoes from a basket near the end of the man's stall. As the vendor shouted they took off running. "Get back er'!" The vendor stepped away from the stall, and in a moment of panic Arthur grabbed the apple and ran. The Vendor turned back, seeing Arthur running off "Hey you!" A shout came but Arthur just kept running. 'A thief! You're a thief now, good job. This is just great, you idiot' His thoughts reeled as he ran, headed down a side street. He didn't even have a place to run to, he was just running. He'd rather be found a thief than a witch, that was for sure...
Some more days passed, he'd been in the city well over a week at that point with no luck finding the wizard. He'd knocked on many doors and been turned away many times. Finding the rumoured 'powerful Wizard' was proving to be difficult, but he couldn't give up. He'd come so far, and this was his last option. Arthur sat on an empty crate down a narrow alley, holding the amulet in his hand. He stared down at the fragile looking jewel, counting the number of cracks that had appeared in it. Since leaving home the cracks started forming, and now the jewel looked to be on the verge of shattering... He didn't want to think of what would happen if it did break... he'd been warned by an alchemist he'd met in the last city he traveled through that if the jewel shattered his powers would be released fully, and if he didn't have the strength to wield them properly they would destroy him along with anything, and anyone nearby. He'd taken the amulet off in the past but now he was scared to, his powers had developed more since then...
Arthur sighed, pushing off the crate as he tucked the amulet away under his shirt. A wave of dizziness washed over him. He hadn't eaten since the apple incident, so in four days total the only thing he'd eaten was a single stolen apple. He was too nervous to go back to the market, if that same vendor was there he'd be arrested. There were other markets but they were far from where he was and he couldn't leave that area. He knew he was getting closer to the wizard, he could feel it. He could sense something, but he wasn't sure what exactly.
Arthur walked from the alley, stepping out on the street. There were a few more places he wanted to check today. He asked around, tried digging up information and found some addresses and names, but so far they had all been dead ends. He had been given one name months ago in a far off city, if he could find the owner of that name he would find the wizard, he was sure. He made his way down the street, hood drawn over his head. His first stop was a shop, the type he'd never been in before. People had said it was an imports and artifacts shop, but to him that just made it sound expensive. He'd have to be careful not to have an incident like back in the market.
After a short walk the shop came into view. As he neared the building he slowed, staring up at the sign as he approached the door. He'd approached many doors in search of the man, but something had him hesitating at this one. A strange feeling was coming over him, he felt close, closer than he ever had before to finding what he was searching for... and it unnerved him. He stepped up the single stone step and placed a hand on the door before stepping inside. A bell above his head chimed, alerting anyone inside to his arrival. The hood to his cloak was still up, as it always was. He was constantly trying to hide his appearance incase he asked someone the wrong question. Then at least if the authorities or the church were alerted his full appearance wouldn't be known. "Hello?" His spoke as he stepped deeper into the shop. He turned his head, looking for the shop owner or clerk. His finger tips were beginning to tingle so he rolled his hands into fists, trying to ease the sensation away. He was close, he could feel how close he was, this must be it, right? The man he'd been searching for was here, he had to be! Arthur stepped farther into the shop and when his eyes finally did find a man he froze, feet pausing mid step. The tingling in his finger tips had grown, traveling up the length of his fingers and into his palms. He tried to calm it as his eyes focused on the man. For a moment the air felt as if it was vibrating, everything inside of him was screaming that this was him, he could sense power coming from the figure, his breathing was becoming slightly heavy. Was this really it? Was this the end to his search? "Excuse me... are you... Auberon?"
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