Private Tales Magic Theft in Alliria

[Pieron Calabra]

The Inner City of Alliria was bustling with activity despite the late hour and Pieron was grateful for it. It allowed him to get closer to the stone mansion on the north side of 'Belgrath Square' relatively incognito, that said, he wouldn't be able to get as close as he could in the Outer City where more people of his kind lived. Still, he melted with the crowds in their fancy clothes with vibrant colors, assisted by the fact that he refused to carry any weapons for he had the only weapon he'd ever need; magic.

He had his eyes on the mansion at 'Belgrath Square' for a single reason and he was uncertain if the rumor on which he journeyed all the way east to Alliria was based on fact at all. It was that crafty elf, the one that got him expelled, she had mentioned scrolls at the private library on Belgrath Square that contained Dark Magic. It would have been her next target, perhaps, and he hoped not only to find the scrolls but to encounter her as well. She had something coming, for sure.

The moment he finally reached said mansion he hugged the outer wall and looked upwards to the window on the third floor. There was ample of shadow to cover his movements if he was quick and he wasn't planning on being slow. Muttering some words, Pieron chose the right moment to suddenly dash straight up against the wall until he reached that third floor window and pushed it open. Just like that he was in.

None of the candles burned and the only light inside was a faint glow of moonlight coming through the windows. Though even in bad light it was unmistakably a library. "Now," Pieron smiled as he began his search, walking along the shelves with his face mere inches from the books and scrolls to be able to read them in the bad light. "If I was a scroll on Dark Magic, where would I be?"

 

[Leonora of Mirapol]

In the library of the mansion, somewhere down the main hallway.
Winding papers and serpentine stacks. The master of the household surely cared little for his task.
He'd rather have Leonora, his assistant do the work while he sleeps comfortably in his bed.

Leonora sighed as she pushed one more stack of papers towards the pile labelled 'complete'
Aside from her magically induced light, the room where lord of the house stored his magical artefacts and other such magical books and research, was completely set in darkness.

 

[Pieron Calabra]

Pieron made slow progress and all the hunching over to read covers was already beginning to hurt his lower back when for a moment he believed he caught a glance of artificial light. "By His Radiance" he gasped in reference to the God of the Cortosi people and immediately hollowed out his back -knack- he stretched it a little further -knack- and then made a sigh of relief.

Although he had no real basis for his belief, Pieron was certain that the artificial light belonged to the elf that had ruined his life and therefore he was seriously considering to end hers outright. Well, something kept his violent tendencies at bay for the moment, though, and he instead snuck further through the main hallway in the hope of finding it again. He found the second door to the right slightly open and the light, which seemed fainter now, was inside.

He did his best to remember all the battle spells he had ever learned and used, but in his excitement over the prospect of revenge his blood started pumping like crazy and there were only a few he seemed to recall. Regardless, it was now or never..

Pushing the door open, the proud Cortosi appeared in the doorway and looked straight at the light. He was certain that it was a woman who conjured it, therefore he had been correct in his assumptions.. or so he thought.

"Any last words, vixen?"

 

[Leonora of Mirapol]

(Sorry for the wait, I have lots of free time now! time to roll the dice! )

Tap tap tap...Indeed this nothing unusual, more boring work. Leonora kept scribbling over the documents.
Would it be indeed yet another night?
Leonora had just put her quill on the paper when...

"Any last words, vixen?"

The sorceress shifted in her seat, her eyes set upon the rowdy intruder.
Didn't look much like a servant of course. Indeed, street rabble...perhaps? Looked dangerous nonetheless, you know, as dangerous as Cortosi men could.

»And who do you think you are, to barge inside this library. « The sorceress snarled.

 

[Pieron Calabra]

She snarled!? At him? After what she'd done to him!? Oblivious to the fact that this woman was clearly not the temptress that had ruined his life, Pieron mumbled a few words and then with swish of his right hand a gust of wind materialized from his left and headed straight for Leonora of Mirapol. First only the papers on her desk fell over and were pushed flat against the wall behind her, but then the wind took up power and within seven seconds would be strong enough to push her from her chair and send her crashing for the wall as well.

"Who am I!?" he shouted with raw emotion, "They expelled me!" If she was so keen to learn more Dark Magic that she was willing to risk his execution, then he should be more than okay with taking her life himself. First she would know just how much she had hurt him.

(Dice Roll = 7)

 

[Leonora of Mirapol]

(Defence roll: 2)

The sorceress of course, stood no chance at the sudden gust of wind, toppling her flat on the ground behind the chair. At least for the brief moment, she had some clue what kinda mage this must've been.
»Blasted man, I'll have you for this. «
Or perhaps what he must've been here...Expelled indeed?
The master of the manor had plenty a cursed tomes and scrolls of forbidden arts.
That must be it.
He should've had them destroyed...

Her hand raised, clasped into a fist, once open, a brilliant, blinding white flash engulfed the room, radiating heat comparable to the hottest of summers.
(atta roll: 15)




/r d20