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Crown of Dreams | Role play

"I just feel like we didn't finish Kessler, I mean, our victory felt... easy, so to speak."
"If he comes back, we will defeat him again, one cant escape death forever, at one point they meet their demise when they escape it initially, although im sure i burned him to ashes, he cant be alive from that"

Assured Noah with confidence in his words, he wasnt gonna think of the idea he didnt finish him off for good right there and then
 
Noah saw it and then responded with a small laugh.

"Well, I also do the same thing before, I created juggling with fire" Noah said as she generated three small fireballs the size of a ping pong ball and began to juggle them
 
"I am an explorer, I like to get to experiences that fill me with adrenaline and from time to time I take packages from city to another city
"Hmmmm"

Matolel took a bite out of his meat and began to chew it with a strange expression, as if literally digesting all the information he'd been given so far. After a moment, the boy swallowed and gave another interested look

"Packages ey? Like humans or something actually packaged? Oh, and if you want to take me up on that free drink and you're looking for something stronger, don't hesitate to ask me"
 
"Hmmmm"

Matolel took a bite out of his meat and began to chew it with a strange expression, as if literally digesting all the information he'd been given so far. After a moment, the boy swallowed and gave another interested look

"Packages ey? Like humans or something actually packaged? Oh, and if you want to take me up on that free drink and you're looking for something stronger, don't hesitate to ask me"
"Hah, packages like personal things or supplies from one town to another, mostly it varies what is available and not for now, I wish to have a mad or less clear mind for tomorrow, but maybe another day"
 
Noah saw it and then responded with a small laugh.

"Well, I also do the same thing before, I created juggling with fire" Noah said as she generated three small fireballs the size of a ping pong ball and began to juggle them
"Hmm..."

He would extend his hand and opened his palm, absorbing the heat of the fireballs to him, then he made his lips take a position as if he was gonna spit, which he would, but by leaning his head back before releasing some fire with sparks, mimicking fireworks, a miniature one at that
 
"That's very cool" Noah say with open eyes, before she concentrating to create a rope of fire, which she quickly jumped several times, her level of fire control was good enough that she only smeared the ground a little and not spread fire across the room
 
He would release fire to his palm in some coordonated manner with some little blowing all over, in order to make a dog out of them, it looked as if it was a sculpture, but made of fire
 
He would release fire to his palm in some coordonated manner with some little blowing all over, in order to make a dog out of them, it looked as if it was a sculpture, but made of fire
Noah stopped, and made her fire disappear, then approached

"Hmm, could you teach me how to do that?"

(Imma go sleep, will read later)
(Ok)
 
"Hah, packages like personal things or supplies from one town to another, mostly it varies what is available and not for now, I wish to have a mad or less clear mind for tomorrow, but maybe another day"
“Alright we’ll, it was very nice to meet you then Volstagg. It seems you definitely have a lot of excitemen going on as of late”

Matolel laughed at his own joke and finished off his plate, which had gone surprisingly fast for someone with only one hand with more than 2 fingers. Wiping his mouth gingerly with his right, the mage smiled

”Well, let me know if there’s anything I can ever do for you. I do always enjoy helping others: it gives me a window into their life and a new perspective, which is always good”
 
"If I recall you were curious about us and I have recently stumbled upon new information about myself that confuses me and I was hoping you could help." I say.
 
"If I recall you were curious about us and I have recently stumbled upon new information about myself that confuses me and I was hoping you could help." I say.
“Sure, go right ahead. As I said, I’m a researcher myself, so learning any new bit of information is always a great joy for me.”

Matolel leaned back in his chair, somewhat amused, but he didn’t seem to be being patronizing at leasy

”I am curious what it would be that you would ask me though, is it magic related?”
 
“Oh, well, I certainly do, but that also leads to a few questions. 1, what is it that you want to know? What do you need me to tell you exactly, because just any minute detail about the undead is probably unnecessary. 2, why do you want to know? Is there something that is on your mind, like a relative dying? And w, how much are you willing to give for it”
 
(Is the RP time still night)
(are like 9:15PM in the RP)
"You need dragon traits and their mastery control over fire to be able to do it unfortunately"

Tells her as he extinguishes the fire afterwards
"Well I guess that makes sense" She said to the dragon before giving a sleepy yawn.
"I think I'll go to sleep now, tomorrow will probably be a long day"
 
“Oh, well, I certainly do, but that also leads to a few questions. 1, what is it that you want to know? What do you need me to tell you exactly, because just any minute detail about the undead is probably unnecessary. 2, why do you want to know? Is there something that is on your mind, like a relative dying? And w, how much are you willing to give for it”
"Well for 2 it is because I am one, but do they normally remember how they die." I say.
 
"Well I guess that makes sense" She said to the dragon before giving a sleepy yawn.
"I think I'll go to sleep now, tomorrow will probably be a long day"
"For me any day is a long day....night i guess"

Said Deel to the girl, before he put his head on a pillow, he wanted to rest as well, mainly cuz he had nothing better right now
 
Terios just now enters the building if any of you have noticed (and who is in the dining room right now?)
(Matolel and Jack)
Noah came to his room where he would see Grandpa sleeping on a sofa, for his part Rex was lying on the floor which left the bed for her, that bothered her, those two accepted her as family even though they had barely known her for 2 years.

Why were they like this? she didn't know but she wouldn't judge them, after thinking a bit, the girl lay down on her bed
 
"Well for 2 it is because I am one, but do they normally remember how they die." I say.
“Ah, well…… that is actually kind of tied into a bit of a misconception about the undead, namely, they they all necessarily have “unfinished business“. A very great many do of course, but there are also a few other methods…… essentially, they’re split into “undead of the body”, and “undead of the soul”, by how they’re created. Essentially there are two types of each: manipulation of the brain and the motor system for body, and negative energy immersion and soul binding for mind, though of course rare exceptions and crossovers exist”

The one eyed mage smiled and, with his claw of a left hand, created a doll with the power of his ice magic.

“The first is manipulation of the brain, to cause brain death and leave only the basic functions to act as a zombie. It’s fairly rare, and tends to be more the domain of rare and disturbed creatures who hunger for the matter of the brain”

With some minor illusion magic, Matolel turned the brain grey in order to demonstrate it. Then, with his left hand again, he suddenly decapitated the ice doll

”This is the second kind of undead, a being kept alive despite the inability of its body to support life, either through magic, or technology that keeps the body in motion. Unlike the first, this type can have a soul, as brain death hasn’t necessarily occurred, but sentience is lost if the head is destroyed or if the brain has experienced brain death, but the body itself doesn’t necessarily need it.”

Chuckling, Matolel reformed the ice doll with his ice magic. Then, with a tap of his staff, the ice doll melted into a pile of water

”The third kind is my personal least favorite, the kind made by the melting or erosion of the soul…. This is caused by a type of…. Negative energy… which is little understood by magic or science except as the antithesis to both biological life and the soul. With a strong enough negative energy, the soul is melted away and replaced by a new energy, one which transforms the undead.…. This is the kind that can infect others with it’s taint, and it’s energy is the opposite of investiture…. That means investiture users can kill it and negate its effects, but only if they’re equally strong or stronger, otherwise the reverse will happen, and the investiture user will be killed”

Finally, the one eyed boy reformed the ice doll, and, pulling a pin from his robe, placed it on the doll

“The last is soul bound undead, one’s whose soul is stuck to something, by some external force, like a magical pin. These are your standard magical ghosts, bound by regret or whatever, or denial of their death, but they can also be bound by magical means, and also be bound to something besides a place, like an o mech or their own body. They also don’t lose any sentience if they lose their head, unlike type 2 of the undead”

Matolel waved his metal claw of a prosthetic and cause the magic he’d used so far to dissipate, dropping the pin onto the table

”I suppose you have a few more questions then?”
 
"Is that a yes or a no I seem to have been under the delusion I have been holding a spine, and my head for over 10 years," I say holding up my whip and a turnip, "for some reason I can see with this turnip. But from what I understand my head is still on my shoulders despite me recalling being beheaded."

(is there anything golden in the dining room)
 
"Is that a yes or a no I seem to have been under the delusion I have been holding a spine, and my head for over 10 years," I say holding up my whip and a turnip, "for some reason I can see with this turnip. But from what I understand my head is still on my shoulders despite me recalling being beheaded."

(is there anything golden in the dining room)
Matolel sighed deeply, clearly in a manner that was rather disparaging. It seemed he held a low estimate of his intelligence now, and so, switching to a manner of exposition that was a bit more towards his speed in his eyes, he wiped his mouth with a napkin before continuing

Essentially, you’re most likely either type 2, or 4……. If you recall being beheaded, it may be possible that you were fixed somehow by either a magic force or a individual, making you two, and your body works cause it was fixed before you suffered brain death….. but its also likely you’re a type 4 undead, which is to say, you are alive because your soul was fixed to your body, and the spine and turnip are something your soul has connected to as a result of your strong belief and memory of being beheaded, but how your head was fixed, or whether you were brought to life by magic or by some desire of your soul is beyond me, but…………”

Matolel grimaced

“Generally, you would remember how you died either way, so long as you saw it with your own eyes, so either way, someone wanted to fix you after you died…… either that, or your memories of your life are false. I’m not qualified to say which.”
 
after sleeping, now, it was 8:00 AM, just after breakfast, Volstagg, Noah, Rex and Grandfather were in the resection waiting for the others, ready to leave and begin the next phase of their plan
 
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