"Vell, I'm archmage of Civil Influence at our Majesty's service, of course. But is okay, I'm not really into zhe public eye.
And we could use a healer. . . If you are worthy, of course"
“Oh? What are you a Master of if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I can definitely become a healer for a while, but could you tell me a bit more about the empire?”
He looks down at him, from feet to eyes for an uncomfortable silent moment
"Master Trent Ikithon. . . It's a pleasure"
He shakes his hand
"You seem like you could do some favor to zhe Empire. . . A lot of recruits get hurt zhis days"
“Is there anything I can do to help? I wouldn’t over do it in exchange for a reward. Life is precious after-all.”
“My name is Valen. It’s nice to meet you.”
He extends a hand to the other.
"Oh, Ilmater. Zhe deity of endurance and martyrdom, etc. i should've guessed so. . . And for me?? Vell, zhe empire's work is stressing to say zhe least, but rewarding nonetheless"
“If you believe so.
I might not be able to do all the fancy things a wizard or warlock could do.
But I can do what I want with it, thanks to Ilmater.”
A smile.
“How are you?”
"I'm a condecorated master of zhe arcane arts, 'and I do happen to have legendary actions and resistances', so I pretty much think you couldn't do sheisse against me"
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❛ you don’t know who 𝑰 am you bald hag .ᐟ i’m gonna turn you into dust with my spells - nevermind . i think if i just blow on you you’ll disintegrate ❜ .
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Gotcha, you. . . Uh... Let me read. . .
"You got sucked into a... 'sphere of destructive gravitation force'... Until you succeed a STRENGTH check of 22. Every 6 seconds you suffer. . .
5d10 force damage"
There you go. . . + Ratio + I watch