#ཐིཋྀ The gates shall be opened ཐིཋྀ

[enigmatic-conjuration]

“don’t go out too far in the water! the ocean will swallow you whole.”

There were only 2 reasons Sage had agreed to go on this trip to the beach. The first one was that Sabu was his friend. The second one was to collect ingredients that he couldn’t gather back home. The latter being the reason that he was currently ankle deep in ocean, with a bottle in his hand as he searched for just one of many items on his list, focusing on the task at hand, and making sure to maintain his footing amongst the ever shifting sands the waves naturally caused.

He was grateful for Sabu’s invitation, knowing that he preferred his solitude just as much as Sage did, though he would never admit that he enjoyed spending time with his friends. He had an image to uphold, or else anyone could think they had a chance to befriend him.

As he was spoken to, he stood up at full height, tilting his sunglasses down to get a better look at Sabu. “I oft wonder if you say such things simply to acquire a reaction out of me.” He mused, not bothered by his friend’s words, if that was the case. “I can assure you that I dare not go any deeper than where I am now, if that truly is a concern of yours.” Sage was not enthused by the idea of swimming. He could do it, but he preferred not to. If he wanted to be submerged in water, he’d take a bath, not risk getting sand and sea creatures tangled up on his person for a small, fleeting fragment of enjoyment.

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What bliss a peaceful afternoon such as this one held. A delightful drink was in order, and so Sage made his way into the kitchen, lazily waving his hand to summon a pitcher and a cup from their resting place in the cupboard, paying it no heed as set down his pipe before walking over to the food storage, grabbing some lemons, sugar, lavender syrup and a few sprigs of mint.

The process of making this lemonade was quite simple in comparison to the potions he brewed, though the drink was safe for humanoid consumption, while his potions were for plants and animals only. Humans did not matter near as much to him. The local flora and fauna were much more appealing to assist in his opinion.

Just as he finished up making this delicious treat with a sprig of mint and a few drops of ice magic, a loud banging on the door broke any hopes he'd had of not being disturbed for the day, and stopped him from pouring his concoction into the glass. With a sigh, he picked up his pipe and headed to the door. It sounded rather urgent after all and he’d hate to have to hear the banging a second time.

As he opened the door, the smoke that was swirling about his home (most likely from the magical incense he had burning), escaped through this new exit, dissipating as it met with the overwhelming power of fresh, clean air. A knight stood in his doorway….. requesting potions of all things? Sage took a good look at the horse, which appeared healthy and in good spirits.

“Whatever for? My potions would put an end to your existence, far before the very thing that causes your desperation could even attempt to reach the same outcome.” He boredly explained, taking in a drag from his pipe before blowing the smoke up into the air. “Is that all you require?”

WHEN the word spread about a FOUL beast that had been causing TERROR in the village, it was up to the KNIGHTS to take care of it swiftly. Only a handful were tasked with keeping PEACE, and saving the innocent from destruction. BEING one of the warriors recognized for his OUTSTANDING service in the past, SHŌJIRŌ was chosen to take care of the nightly creature. RECEIVING trust in his abilities from those in power, he SWORE to not disappoint them with any shortcomings. USUALLY confident in his own prowess, the young knight began to QUESTION whether or not he and his comrades would succeed. Slaying a beast as VILE as the rumors had it was no small feat. If they wanted to come back ALIVE, they’d need more than a sword and shield in their name. GUIDED by the word of his trusted friend, SHŌJIRŌ set out to find @enigmatic-conjuration who could supposedly help him. 

ARRIVING at the house seemingly made entirely out of colored glass, he dismounted from his horse. His eyes scan the area CAREFULLY, taking in the sight of the peculiar structure. He steps forward and hastily BANGS on the doors repeatedly, not being mindful of his strength. ONLY when the doors open does his hand fall to his side.

“Sorcerer, I need your help,” he says in a gruff voice, staring at the other man. “The situation is dire, and I begin to feel desperate... I will need your finest potions.”

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❝ however gentle the words, there are always darker motives underneath. i do not trust you. ❞

“Did you truly travel all this way, to my abode, just to announce your distrust in me? Magnicifent! The asininity of the nobility knows no bounds.” Sage can’t help but be a little amused at this his boldness. For the sake of curiosity, he will humor the ‘prince of darkness’ a little longer, see how this interaction plays out.

Sage has never really cared for politics, nor being governed by a select few. For these very reasons is why he lives alone, far away from the borders of the country this man calls home, and yet the people who live there still make time to find him.

“People seek out my talents, though I would prefer they did not, I am happy in my solace. How absurd it is for those who cannot comprehend the complexities of my magic to seek a simple answer about their future actions. I humor them, but they oft leave more confused than when they arrive.” He explains, wondering if this is why he’s being accused of untrustworthiness. It’s not his fault people cant grasp what he says about their futures, it’d be chaos if he spelled it all out in simple terms.

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@saburaito

“Naturally. I wouldn’t expect you to trust me, but when that is your opening line, one cannot help but wonder if that was the only purpose for your journey. It has happened before.” Sage sincerely hoped that Sabu wasn’t there to pester him into joining the kingdom or something of that sort. He’d rather be told how untrustworthy he was all day long than be forced to change his ways. It was a relief to find out he was asking for something far simpler.

Despite his tendencies to speak in long and confusing ways, he did appreciate those who cut to the chase when disturbing his peace. It made getting back to his life much quicker. He had long since given up hope on finding someone to hold a conversation with, and simply wished to either complete or deny the request and move on. People came and went, never tolerating the oddities of the world unless beneficial to their needs, but only until the needs were met. At least, that’s how he felt about it.

As Sabu spoke, Sage studied him, from his appearance to his mannerisms, it was clear he didn’t want to be here either. That made things easy enough. “Quite so. I am happy here, and I am aware that people seek me out.” He commented, folding his arms. “I’ll keep it simple since you clearly do not want to be here and wish to be done with this errand. I have not ever made a potion fit for human consumption. It would do far more harm than good for the sickly. My other abilities would be more beneficial than my potions.” He explained, boredly gesturing with his hand as he spoke.

He wasn’t sure how, but so many people were inclined to believe he made potions for people. It was a common enough occurrence, despite his record of only aiding flora and fauna, but people were stubborn. They somehow figured they would be different or something ridiculous like that.

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If one chooses to stray away from town, and explore what the woods are willing to reveal, perhaps you might encounter a most magical looking dwelling with intricate architecture and large windows filled with blue glass, with an almost flower bud looking domed roof sporting the same glass as the windows. The home has a charm to it, which radiates with a magical aura, one that is only enhanced by the glow of lights, both interior and exterior. A garden, lush and thriving, is only disturbed by a stone path that carefully weaves around the well cared for plants, granting those who wish to enter a path to the front door. 

There is no hint that you are welcome in this dwelling, no mat to invite guests in or sign saying hello. And yet you somehow feel inclined to knock. Many do this with a purpose, for they seek the talents of its resident and want to be granted an audience in hopes of getting their heart’s desires. Less often but still somewhat expected, this magic user is disturbed by those seeking shelter for the night or from a storm. Most do not like to linger…for various reasons. But all are greeted with the same question once the door opens.

“What is it that you desire from me?” Sage inquires, with an indifferent expression.