#hxuse-of-muses

[nihoneshi]

Plotted starter for @hxuse-of-muses //

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Volteer truly hoped that the message was able to be relayed to this part of the Realms' leaders. Of course, when you have to cross an entire ocean, and then some, it made sense why the other Sages were not fully confident their letter had made it to them, hell, Volteer isn't even sure. But, after spending a few minutes exploring the wide expanse that was the Monastery.

That was until he found castle interior inside of caverns and the like! How intriguing, they mused to themselves, the radiance of his electric affinity bouncing off of his heart and his scepter, Volteer took a moment to compose himself, before eventually flying up to the level of the cavern entrance, and curiously looking inside, he didn't hear any commotion, yet, but seeing the cavern expand into walkways and various rooms, it excited him to no bounds!

Barely able to keep in his excitement, Volteer took his time exploring the area, the countless libraries, books scattered about in studies, the concentrate of magic at its purest point, not to be confused with the affinity of Arcane magic, but this was a completely different form of magic, separate from the affinity itself. And then he began to hear commotion coming from the end of the hall, and...

There they were, standing at the beginning of the clearing to stare at Cosmos.

[aslyfcx]

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Nick seemed to be relieved that he was able to get the other’s name right. He tilted his head a bit with curiosity in his eyes as he murmured out, “Ah, right. Those are buildings and stores along with a few other interesting places, Crash.” He explained, his tail swagging back and forth out of curiosity. “Zootropolis is a huge city, consisting of predators and prey living together in harmony. Zootropolis has several districts where its districts accommodates each mammals and their environments.” He pointed out to the bandicoot.

[soul-of-muses]

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[nether-twins]

A quiet, soft sigh escaped the smaller Nether. A feeling of relief quickly washing over her when the stranger didn't try and pressure her for any answers or explanations. It was a good change from how people usually treated her. "Good. That's... good." She mumbled for herself before once again falling into complete silence.

After having been forced to deal with her own kind more than once, Vendra had learned pretty quickly that the best way to deal with them was just to... end them. The authorities couldn't do anything to contain them since the monsters always found a way to escape whatever prison they've been placed in, with the most common one being getting help from others of its own kind.

So, yeah, there was only one thing she could think of saying, and it didn't make her feel good. "I... know I'm probably gonna sound horrible for suggesting this, but I think we should... get rid of him. And it's not just because of what he's capable of, the destruction he can create all on his own, but also because he might not be alone the next time I see him. I can handle one of them on my own, but two? Well, I'd be lucky to make it out alive. The things they can do when working together... you won't know what hit you until it's too late."

@nether-twins

{♚}—; As the dragon looked around the area, hidden from view right outside a large city brimming with a lot of advanced technology by the look of it. He peered in one of his books that had some of his observations and certain spells inside some of which were more complicated thinking about looking further into the place. Sometimes he found interest in exploring other lands, he knew Spyro found interest in that sort of thing as well though it was certainly easier for him to navigate with his smaller stature.

Where as someone like him or many of the other dragons, due to their much larger size without a disguise of sorts likely through magic then it would be much easier to spot someone like him unless he didn’t mind being seen. In this case, it wasn’t so much a problem unless there was ever any reason to be concerned.

Though while he was observing he thought he heard a commotion and so he made his way closer to see what was going on down there.

[fledglingartisan]

@hxuse-of-muses continued from X:

The dragon in question appeared to be young. Not incredibly young, but it was clear that he was not fully grown. Any attempt to fly out of here and back home wasn't going to take him far, and the last thing he wanted was to tire out over the ocean and crash into the water.

His only option really was going to be to wait. When the balloon didn't show up the Artisans would no doubt worry and start looking for him. But that could take a while, considering they would have to find out about the storm and the way the balloon ended up blowing. No he would be on his own for now. The land around him made him nervous. As if a foreboding feeling was surrounding it, like he was being watched by someone or something. He wanted to find a spot to rest, a spot not in the open. Gathering up the remains of the balloon and putting it in the basket, he would push what remained of it into one of the large open caverns, just so he wouldn't be out in the open. Perhaps he could fashion the remains into a tent of some kind.

[hcttrick]

@hxuse-of-muses for Chomper!

The magician groaned as he woke up, the world felt like it was spinning as he looked around, taking note of his surroundings as he seemed to be on a island.

He slowly got up before adjusting his hat, venturing forth as he picked up on some growls and such, causing him to jump slightly as he kept his wariness up.

[pcrplevenom]

@hxuse-of-muses ; Smaug

Soldan remained oddly calm, around this large dragon. His hoard of treasure was impressively built, and getting to know Smaug was interesting. Laying across on a large broken pillar in partial beast form, the long tail end taking over the legs and inverted pupil colors instead of looking normal. Seemingly comfortable, for the time being at least.

[rcngcr]

@hxuse-of-muses risked an adventure for glamrock freddy ! ( starter call , accepting ! )

❝   Oh,   boy.   Big   guy,   aren't   you   ?   ❞   Trust   him   to   once   more   end   up   in   a   situation   where   he   is   staring   up   at   a   much   larger   individual,   hulking   bear   with   neon   colors   and   markings   that   strike   him   as   retro   —   futuristic.   An   entertainer   ?

[trickislanders]

(🍹): Unique he aforementioned? Foot stomping while his goatee beard being stroke by curious creature, he himself thought this place is just big and dark he have endured for years, but it’s better to just play along with visitor’s view, “Ya could say that. Heheheh, I think the moles agree with ya as they do know how to live in here with cozy breeze that they would live as citizens!”

Proving his point, he holds a mole that actually wears pajamas for its nap time this time an hour. Randomly toss it away after a mole squeaks at him for disturbed it’s sleep, he’s more focusing on packing his things with suitcase he have under his small and messy bed so he’ll be ready to assist him to find the ancient treasure, but he’s stop himself when his requests are questioned so he proudly pull out his paper to remind himself what to say about treasure.

“Goin’ to be long and somewhat difficult chronicle, so hold your soup! Ahem, Hm. The ancient artifact lies beyond where huge tunnels let any people who haven’t visit or lived in underground before, but ya shall beware, mi good friend. It have great deal of dangerous traps that could prevent anyone from enter the doors of treasury! Spiky walls, carnivorous plants, and the huge rolling rock!! Last part is bit of cliche, but roll with it. Get it? Heh heh? Anyway, once anyone made it, they shall open with potential magic before having themselves the pile of loot to gather and one variable chest have great magic treasure inside! Now that ya know, yer heart desires (and map) will lead you ahead to where treasures lies! Any questions?”

(🍹): “Ancient magic artifact, ya say? Is it famous from yer place, ‘cuz it’s thing that people are really thrilled to find it.” Lognei’s offering him the dish he made and it’s hot soup.

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[mythic-trio]

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[darkenigma32]

@hxuse-of-muses From here

"?" Upon setting foot on the entryway to the Bonnie Bowl, Riff stopped at the bot suddenly shutting down, kneeling down to check if it was out of energy or something in it's system malfunctioned, seeing nothing wrong.

Either something supernatural forced the shutdown, or someone may have hacked into the bot to stop it when entering Bonnie Bowl.

She didn't want to leave the inactive bot there, but had no choice but to continue in her investigation... It was leading her here for a reason.

[nihoneshi]

continued from here - (repost) @hxuse-of-muses

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Reading the full contents of the message sort of put Ragnar at a crossroads of sorts. For one, the message doesn't look malicious now that the full thing was there for the three of them to read, but, at the same time, his worst fears were made a reality--it was another one of them who did this, but even then--whoever did this has remorse and immense guilt, and it nods to someone behind even their own actions. There's a culprit and a true culprit at the same time--two, not one.

What hurt, however, was in the end, Halvor's mercy to not expose who was the culprit in the first place, but, they were never a violent-minded being, Halvor was a bit timid and introverted, busying themselves with their profession instead of being with everyone else. And then it made sense, Halvor was never in a mentally sound state, and whether or not whoever sent this knew was.. unknown at the current state of events.

Ragnar simply sighed.

[ This complications things even further. They speak as if they themselves are manipulated by an outside force--Blackmail, perhaps... ]

The end of the note sounds like if they didn't do this to Halvor, the Artisan's leader would be put into grave danger, or at least if they disobeyed whatever they were told. This truly complicates Ragnar's overall feelings about the situation.

While it was messed up for the betrayal to even happen in the first place, if they were being taunted with a fate worse than death if they didn't go out with it...? Ragnar looks over to Titan, trying to read their expression to any form of an answer, and unfortunately, he could read Cosmos' expression. Like they had an idea of who it could've been already.

[ I have an sickeningly odd feeling the two of you already know. ]

[professorbat]

@hxuse-of-muses

“Now your wings requires the some kind of magic or it comes in styled form?” Gizmo the bat ask Lateef, flying around him to look at his wings to study as he’s professor after all.

[twelvedozenterrors]

Conniving Children Concealing Celebrations

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{♚}—; Upon setting Andy down, he expected him to do something like at least continue to explore around or run off but instead he just stood there starring straight ahead. It couldn’t be said if Cosmos’ spell would let him walk around normally or if he could just use it again if he tried but regardless, he wasn’t testing that. “Come now Andy, you wanted to be let down but you’re still staying put?”

Spyro knew taking Craig up to the dessert table would make him happy, and he could easily get him some of what he wanted. Though as soon as he jumped up and nosedived straight into his back it made his knees bend momentarily but he stood his ground. He’d carried him before, but it had been a bit since he decided to take a dive into position but luckily he didn’t accidentally land on a wing. Though seeing this Sparx couldn’t help but begin giggling, his buzzy voice heard loud and clear by the purple dragon who rolled his eyes at his friend making fun of this. Although neither of them really minded, since Spyro was just trying to help the little one. So he quickly spread his wings and began to take their short trip to the top of the table. “Here we go kiddo!” With that he took off, a few jumps and hovering with his wings and there they were able to now feast their eyes upon various desserts all made to perfection by Devlin whom he was sure was proud of these. “Here we are! What would ya like to try first?” Zantor chuckled at the idea, Argus could shout pretty good sometimes if he got to that point. “Trust me, I can see it now!” He could already imagine the various ways in which they would get scolded and that he would no doubt come at them, or any other culprits in full force. Nils smirked, he knew how much she enjoyed getting a gift of sorts from any one of them and so having her balloon returned to her serving as practically what was like a pause button. It was clear that she had completely shifted her mood from being as excited as she was to being much calmer now.

With a chuckle Nils nudged Lindar playfully. “I can see that! It looks like things changed pretty quick like we didn’t just have a speedster on our hands not long ago. I bet you wish you could do that with Spyro too whenever he gets the drop on you.”  Now that Daisy was calm now, Zantor decided he could go along with an idea Nils shared with him a bit ago. “Maybe now, we could do a game with some of my cards.” Zantor suggested, as he began to levitate a few of them.

Even then, Andy’s expressions and posture remained static. He had his freedom and he was going to use it however he wanted; being obedient to an irritatingly literal degree wasn’t the best of time - especially at a party - but coming out on top of the mind game he was subjecting Trondo to would be an ample source of entertainment.

A kid like him wouldn’t dare let a smile peek through during an episode, but rest assured, deep down Andy was quite pleased with himself.

Everything Spyro and Sparx said went through one of Craig’s ears and right out the other. The only thought in his noggin (if there even was one) was to devour; he spared no time alighting from Spyro’s back and switching to autopilot the second he set foot on the tablecloth.

The event horizon had been crossed - the black hole known as Craig began his onslaught by yanking the nearest unclaimed cupcake into a bear hug and wolfing it down.

Rife with smug satisfaction from achieving what the parents of overly rambunctious children could only dream of doing, Lindar had been relishing in Nils’ compliments - that was, up until he struck enough of a chord to make his confident aura falter.

Great. Cosmos already reminded him of the pink hair debacle a while ago, and now everyone’s favourite beanpole was stirring the pot.

To be fair, it was probably karma for what he’d done to Nestor.

“Wouldn’t I just.” the humbled horologist groaned, rolling his eyes. “Nils, from the day he was born we’ve been trying - and failing - to neutralise him.” Of all the dragons that could have gotten their dragonflies early, the Artisans really lucked out with it being Spyro...not that Sparx fared much better with reining him in.

All annoyance soon faded once their whereabouts reminded him of the perfect evidence to support his claims.

“Now concerning party favours and other merry little souvenirs specifically, we know from experience that teeny toddler Spyro wouldn’t be mesmerised into borderline catatonia by a helium balloon,” yet again nodding his head towards the example on the floor, “he’d snatch up as many as he can the instant Nestor spends over a second looking away from him, then get yanked back down before his maiden voyage takes him more than six feet into the air.”

Lindar’s grin widened the further he went into his tale, culminating in more laughter once he reached the point where it could have been the epitome of comedy or horror. “So far, that has been the only time in my life I can say I’ve heard the most stalwart Artisan there is shriek like a little girl!”

A tickle in his throat made the blue dragon realise he was still feeling hoarse from putting his lungs through the wringer and he coughed into his hand to clear it.

Seemed like it was also time for him to calm down.

Daisy hadn’t appeared to listen to the conversation at all and remained unresponsive on the floor, not even when Zantor announced what he had planned; staring at the big pink balloon was basically everything she needed to reach nirvana.

Lindar cocked an eyebrow, intrigued as the Magic Crafter prepared his cards and took it upon himself to get the tot out of the trance he indirectly put her in. “Hey sleeping beauty, are you still with us?” When glancing down and speaking directly to her proved ineffective, he gingerly nudged her with his tail to no avail. “Oh good, I’ve broken her.”

Shrugging, Lindar’s eyes darted towards the clock hanging from his waist and he jokingly insinuated “Yep, definitely hypnosis. I may need to reconsider my wardrobe.”

[warhammer-fantasy-muses]

Of all the places he could've ended up in, an archive of magical artifacts and tomes was one that felt so much more... familiar and 'safe' for Qhi'zhek, the bird-like daemon clicking his beak as he had already gone through some of the various scrolls and tomes, all of them hovered neatly back onto their places in every bookshelf and drawer near him. He did not want to make a mess, after all!

But it was when a voice called out to him, that he'd squawk a bit in surprise and almost lost concentration of the levitation spells keeping his current stack of reading aloft, the books almost crashing to the floor, but he'd catch them again with a flick of one of his multi-paired eyes.

"A-Ah. Well, this is embarrassing... I did not expect to get this enraptured with my reading. I am... simply a by-passer, so to speak." a half-lie. While he wasn't exactly being untrue about his predicament, he also did not know how to properly explain himself. "I've traveled from another realm, and I ended up here, of all places... a lot of interesting reading, I must say..."

@hxuse-of-muses

@warhammer-fantasy-muses

{♚}—; After Cosmos performed some of his duties as leader of the Magic Crafters for the day, he headed back to his archives and where he stored various magical artifacts.

All of which were protected, but as he approached he thought he heard something or someone rummaging around inside. He expected it to be someone like Kelvin, but upon opening the door to the room he was met with someone he'd never seen before.

"Might I ask, who are you? Was there something you were seeking?" Cosmos spoke calmly, unsure of their intentions but he would figure it out.

[fledglingartisan]

@hxuse-of-muses​ continued from X

Bravad would follow closely behind Cosmos as he guided him along. Taking a second to look around the passageway that led through the mountain as he did so. It reminded him of the path leading to the balloon landing of the artisan lands, though this path was much more open then that one it looked like.

“I have to admit, the idea of magic sounded really interesting to me. The thought of being able to cast some sounds like it would be really fun to try and learn it.” Bravad would respond with a smile. “Really, I wouldn’t mind learning from all the realms, provided I get the opportunity to learn from them. I’m just very curious right now to see what the magic crafters are like in person. I’ve only read and heard about you all in the books we keep.”

It really didn’t surprise the young dragon the idea of Spyro himself showing interest in the magic crafters. Magic usually was something that would pique interest, especially from those who didn’t usually make use of it.