Rogue Magic: The magic ability of assassination. An endless bag of deceit to grab the upper hand against the victim.
Oath: An oath of Heroism, to use these weapons to only strike down the terrors of these lands.
Locke.
Paladin magic — Light:
Enhancement Magic focused on the enhancements of your weapon, and the will and body of the meister.
Oath of Vengeance: To avenge those who have suffered at the hands of injustice.
Elenoa Hawthorne — of the Hawthorne Family Knights
Evocation Magic: Studying individual spells at their most intricate levels through grimoires or scrolls allows her to engrain that spell in her memory and cast it, even if the spell belongs to a type of magic she has no prior experience with.
@ShadowBurdened —kick to his backside as he turned to leave.
“Don’t be surprised if your room gets taken, then. I expect us to grow very quickly within the next month and rooms are for people who actually live here.”
@ShadowBurdened Elle exhaled a gentle sigh at the all-too-familiar exchange. It wasn’t surprising that she was fully expecting it. But Locke knew how this always ended. The walls around Elenoa were as strong as the armor she wears into battle.
Raising her leg, she gave a firm yet not too hard—
Cleric Magic: A support Magic based on different domains. The ability to pull from those domains to heal/support themselves or allies.
My Oath: To Protect those closest to me — and to never abandon them!
The abandoned child of Kemuri: Isla!
@PureKnighthood you without any hindrance to my eyes — to marvel at you before I leave.”
He laughed playfully, sliding his mask back on before turning about to walk away.
“A month, give or take. I’ll see everyone then. See you later, Elenoa.”
@PureKnighthood to her. Elenoa and Oen were the only ones who knew what Locke looked like under his mask, both for different reasoning. The reason he showed himself to Elenoa was…
He smiled brightly, taking in the passing moment as he stood before her, maskless.
“As always, I have to see —
@PureKnighthood Locke was never really one to answer questions about himself, so of course he skipped her retort.
“I’m glad to hear we’re doing okay. Hopefully when I return from this job, I’ll see newer faces along with yours and Marshall’s.”
He trekked softly through the darkened guild without a sound. Only the master’s voice could be heard as he walked over to the job board as he plucked a random request from it.
“The guild looks lively,” he murmured while walking off, the darkness never dissipating until he —