Vincent stood atop the wall which separated Sin from the kingdom of knights: Pergrande. While he was always seen wearing the robes which he had earned from the place where he had learned about magic, tonight was different. The moonlight cast down from the full moon would reveal him in a relatively tightly fit reflective black coat. A mask in the likeness of a fox covered his head from the nose up and while the shape of the mask wasn't exactly necessary to his mission, he felt as though it would be beneficial to be a bit more recognizable to all those that saw him. He had a plan which was unknown to even those closest to him, for he knew that the acts he would be committing would most likely get him reported to the Magic Council. Being careless about his intentions and his plans was not something which he could afford to be. While one might question the decision to scout around one of the most heavily fortified locations of one of if not the most hostile nations to magi in Earthland under the complete light cast by a full moon, Vincent knew that he needed the additional visibility in order to create an accurate timetable of the patrols at different locations along the wall. His sketchbook was out while squatting on the stone structure so that he could record the number of guards patrolling this segment of the wall and at what time. To that temporal end he had a small and accurate pocket watch floating in front of him at eye level so that he may easily check the time whenever he wished. An interesting note that he made was that every fifteen minutes a pair of guards would patrol along the foot of the wall and were followed by another pair of guards which would patrol along the top of the wall fifteen seconds later. Due to his growing ability to manipulate space and the objects within it he managed to translate himself easily behind this second, staggered patrol so that he would not be seen.
Oddly enough, there were certain hours where the young wizard noticed that there weren't any patrols. Like clockwork, a pair of guards would patrol the wall and its foot every fifteen minutes between eleven o'clock and midnight. However, no guards would patrol in the hour between midnight and one o'clock. From one to two the patrols would start up regularly again. He took a note of this and made sure to verify if this was a recurring pattern or incidental. Over the course of the next week, Vincent would have his complete time-table of the patrols along the parts of the wall around what he viewed as key locations such as places where there were high frequencies of monster attacks. The Pergrande kingdom's soldiers operated like a well oiled machine and this would be used to his advantage. If he could reliably predict when and where any number of patrols could be, then he knew exactly when and where he and potentially other group members needed to be in order to perform tasks with the highest chance of success. Vincent knew that he needed to be diligent in his data if he was to succeed. I need to avoid a situation like what the basin had showed me. I cannot afford to make any mistakes. I need to know when, where, and what I'm up against. To that end... Vincent looked over the stone wall's edge to the ground below. The winds were coming from Sin and Vincent took a deep breath. It smelled cursed. The young wizard jumped down and looked in front of him; he would need to go into Sin and study all of the creatures close enough to the wall to reasonably attack it.
As the story went, a group of mages who survived the great inquisition performed by Pergrande tried to take their revenge by enacting some kind of awful magic. This terrible corruption of nature backfired and gave birth to all manner of beasts. They probably didn't help the reputation of wizards with their act. Vincent walked for about thirty minutes before coming across a massive horned beast which stood on two hoofed legs. Vincent summoned his mother's sword to his side and got into a stance to cut the beast down. Before he got the chance, though, a wind blew from behind him and before he even realized what had happened, the goat monster split in half. The tip of a sword was at his throat and a strong voice commanded that he tell where his sword came from. "I know you're a mage. I saw you conjure that sword from thin air - a requip type if I'm not mistaken. If we were in the borders of my nation I would have cut you down already, so be grateful you still draw breath. Who are you and where did you get that sword?" "You may call me Fox, for now. This won't be the last time you'll see me because I'm coming to your kingdom to help with your monster problem." Vincent's sword clashed with that belonging to his father; he was so happy so see him alive after that nightmare that the basin put him through. The wizard stepped was sucked into a black hole and appeared in the space a few meters behind the Paladin. After a moment, a distortion in space exploded violently and the warrior appeared to be harmed a bit.
"I will not allow a direct threat to the kingdom go unpunished. Hundreds of magi have fallen to my sword, Fox. You're not the first and you will not be the last." "I am not like those other magi - I'm wily and I'm not afraid to retreat when there's nothing to gain from fighting." In that instant Vincent transformed a black, nine tailed fox and ran away. The mobility of a Paladin was their greatest weakness. In spite of all of the training and experience, humans could only run so fast while wearing heavy and specially crafted armor. Once he was far enough away, he changed back into his regular form and stretched. He had heard stories of Paladins braving the wastes of Sin to "take the fight to them," so to speak, but he never imagined that they would be true. Paladins somehow became even more fearsome in his mind. For the next seven days Vincent would camp fight and catalogue all manner of creatures in Sin within a large distance of the wall. By the end of this week Vincent was tired and knew that soon he would have to return to Fiore. Despite his fatigue, though, he realized that he was much stronger than he once was. He supposed that his little expeditions with Elvira in addition to clearing that village of its curse with Lester and finally fighting the beasts of Sin finally brought him to an acceptable level of strength. With this observation in mind, Vincent transported himself back to the Crystalli to continue his planning of the massive mission which he would undertake.
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Oddly enough, there were certain hours where the young wizard noticed that there weren't any patrols. Like clockwork, a pair of guards would patrol the wall and its foot every fifteen minutes between eleven o'clock and midnight. However, no guards would patrol in the hour between midnight and one o'clock. From one to two the patrols would start up regularly again. He took a note of this and made sure to verify if this was a recurring pattern or incidental. Over the course of the next week, Vincent would have his complete time-table of the patrols along the parts of the wall around what he viewed as key locations such as places where there were high frequencies of monster attacks. The Pergrande kingdom's soldiers operated like a well oiled machine and this would be used to his advantage. If he could reliably predict when and where any number of patrols could be, then he knew exactly when and where he and potentially other group members needed to be in order to perform tasks with the highest chance of success. Vincent knew that he needed to be diligent in his data if he was to succeed. I need to avoid a situation like what the basin had showed me. I cannot afford to make any mistakes. I need to know when, where, and what I'm up against. To that end... Vincent looked over the stone wall's edge to the ground below. The winds were coming from Sin and Vincent took a deep breath. It smelled cursed. The young wizard jumped down and looked in front of him; he would need to go into Sin and study all of the creatures close enough to the wall to reasonably attack it.
As the story went, a group of mages who survived the great inquisition performed by Pergrande tried to take their revenge by enacting some kind of awful magic. This terrible corruption of nature backfired and gave birth to all manner of beasts. They probably didn't help the reputation of wizards with their act. Vincent walked for about thirty minutes before coming across a massive horned beast which stood on two hoofed legs. Vincent summoned his mother's sword to his side and got into a stance to cut the beast down. Before he got the chance, though, a wind blew from behind him and before he even realized what had happened, the goat monster split in half. The tip of a sword was at his throat and a strong voice commanded that he tell where his sword came from. "I know you're a mage. I saw you conjure that sword from thin air - a requip type if I'm not mistaken. If we were in the borders of my nation I would have cut you down already, so be grateful you still draw breath. Who are you and where did you get that sword?" "You may call me Fox, for now. This won't be the last time you'll see me because I'm coming to your kingdom to help with your monster problem." Vincent's sword clashed with that belonging to his father; he was so happy so see him alive after that nightmare that the basin put him through. The wizard stepped was sucked into a black hole and appeared in the space a few meters behind the Paladin. After a moment, a distortion in space exploded violently and the warrior appeared to be harmed a bit.
"I will not allow a direct threat to the kingdom go unpunished. Hundreds of magi have fallen to my sword, Fox. You're not the first and you will not be the last." "I am not like those other magi - I'm wily and I'm not afraid to retreat when there's nothing to gain from fighting." In that instant Vincent transformed a black, nine tailed fox and ran away. The mobility of a Paladin was their greatest weakness. In spite of all of the training and experience, humans could only run so fast while wearing heavy and specially crafted armor. Once he was far enough away, he changed back into his regular form and stretched. He had heard stories of Paladins braving the wastes of Sin to "take the fight to them," so to speak, but he never imagined that they would be true. Paladins somehow became even more fearsome in his mind. For the next seven days Vincent would camp fight and catalogue all manner of creatures in Sin within a large distance of the wall. By the end of this week Vincent was tired and knew that soon he would have to return to Fiore. Despite his fatigue, though, he realized that he was much stronger than he once was. He supposed that his little expeditions with Elvira in addition to clearing that village of its curse with Lester and finally fighting the beasts of Sin finally brought him to an acceptable level of strength. With this observation in mind, Vincent transported himself back to the Crystalli to continue his planning of the massive mission which he would undertake.
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