It had not been long since Solmar had parted ways with the skeletal man and the loud girl he had come across while he was on his way to the mountains, though long enough for him to make quite a bit of distance between himself and his former home. With Fellis sitting in his hood and looking around to see where the road was going to be taking them, the young man kept moving onward. Due to the sheer size and height of the mountains, actually finding the place wasn't so much the issue, not in the slightest. No, what he wanted was to find someplace where he could stop by to see how things were going in this portion of the country. That, and he could use something to eat as the last thing he had ingested was a cup of tea prepared by a long dead skeletal samurai. Understanding how odd something like that might sound to someone who hailed from modern society, he decided that those details were best kept to himself for the time being. Besides, he doubted that anyone would be asking him about anything related to undeath or what people he had run into during his travels this far from Cedar and Hosenka.
Though the road leading through Sakuramori and towards the foot of the Phoenix mountains had been quite the interesting hassle, the young raven haired magus was quite happy to have finally gotten to his destination. Reaching a small town which had quite aptly been named the mountain village, the first thing he did was look up the local tavern in an attempt to figure out what the local people here were like. Knowing better than to judge a book by the cover, he knew that these small villages that seemed insignificant in the face of the larger towns and cities had a lot going on in them. Often at times, they even had more going on due to the fact that the authorities were either not stationed around there or because people outright rejected aid and insisted on doing things themselves. As he had come to find out though, there were also times when the authorities simply did not care about something and only came to the point of action when it was either already too late or just stopped by for clean-up duty after all of the truly hard work had already been done by wanderers such as Solmar himself.
Not really caring a whole lot for those who considered themselves to be elevated above others without actually being proven as stronger, he had only gone to Hargeon once so he could get his passport, which was just another ridiculous concept made up by people to decide who did and who did not get to cross their "borders" and enter into their territory. That said, he had met someone who had proclaimed herself a soldier of the council that dealt with dark mages and their antics, which in and of itself seemed like something Solmar wouldn't mind doing in his free time. Speaking of something called "Dies Irae" or something along those lines, they were apparently a group of people who specialized in doing just that. As a demon slayer, part of him felt like it might have been a place where he could belong, though the fact that he was himself infested by something demonic made him feel the opposite. Feeling like describing this feeling as "conflicting" did not do it justice, Solmar had chosen to put it on a low burner for now as he continued going about his own business at his own steady pace.
Speaking of burners, Solmar occasionally sparked up some white flames as he snapped his fingers, trying to work on his control over his own magic while he traveled closer to the mountain, he ordered something to eat for both himself and Fellis. Both receiving a roasted chicken, they started digging into it, knowing that this might very well be the last real food they'd get before they managed to make their way down the mountain again. The way he saw it, he wasn't going to be coming down unless something happened to Fellis, or until he learned how to better control his own magic. Probably judging by the way he had been eating as if it were his last meal, a man who dressed in a manner expressing some wealth addressed him, asking him whether he was in a position to provide him some aid. Tearing the meat off of the chicken bone and gobbling it down, he nodded at the man so as to inquire upon his story, believing that there was undoubtedly more that the man wanted to share with him. If not, he wouldn't have bothered asking him for help in the first place.
While ordering seconds and something to drink, the man started talking to him, bringing up that there had been quite a lot of different things going on in this area of the Phoenix mountains. Even though there was supposedly a guild present called Silver Wolf, children had been going missing there for years. Putting down his food for a moment at the notion of children going missing and never returning, he looked over at Fellis, who more or less held his jaw shut and stopped chewing for a while. Both having a soft spot for that sort of thing, they had quite recently seen what could happen to people that "went missing". If they too had been taken by someone like the necromancer that had been using a wolf to collect bodies for him to tinker with, he imagined those children were either already dead or brought back in a state that no parent would ever want to see their child in. If this had in fact been happening for years already, chances of it being some kind of necromancer or warlock seemed quite plausible, meaning he had already become invested in this particular something as a thing he'd want to involve himself with.
(1009 // 1009)
Though the road leading through Sakuramori and towards the foot of the Phoenix mountains had been quite the interesting hassle, the young raven haired magus was quite happy to have finally gotten to his destination. Reaching a small town which had quite aptly been named the mountain village, the first thing he did was look up the local tavern in an attempt to figure out what the local people here were like. Knowing better than to judge a book by the cover, he knew that these small villages that seemed insignificant in the face of the larger towns and cities had a lot going on in them. Often at times, they even had more going on due to the fact that the authorities were either not stationed around there or because people outright rejected aid and insisted on doing things themselves. As he had come to find out though, there were also times when the authorities simply did not care about something and only came to the point of action when it was either already too late or just stopped by for clean-up duty after all of the truly hard work had already been done by wanderers such as Solmar himself.
Not really caring a whole lot for those who considered themselves to be elevated above others without actually being proven as stronger, he had only gone to Hargeon once so he could get his passport, which was just another ridiculous concept made up by people to decide who did and who did not get to cross their "borders" and enter into their territory. That said, he had met someone who had proclaimed herself a soldier of the council that dealt with dark mages and their antics, which in and of itself seemed like something Solmar wouldn't mind doing in his free time. Speaking of something called "Dies Irae" or something along those lines, they were apparently a group of people who specialized in doing just that. As a demon slayer, part of him felt like it might have been a place where he could belong, though the fact that he was himself infested by something demonic made him feel the opposite. Feeling like describing this feeling as "conflicting" did not do it justice, Solmar had chosen to put it on a low burner for now as he continued going about his own business at his own steady pace.
Speaking of burners, Solmar occasionally sparked up some white flames as he snapped his fingers, trying to work on his control over his own magic while he traveled closer to the mountain, he ordered something to eat for both himself and Fellis. Both receiving a roasted chicken, they started digging into it, knowing that this might very well be the last real food they'd get before they managed to make their way down the mountain again. The way he saw it, he wasn't going to be coming down unless something happened to Fellis, or until he learned how to better control his own magic. Probably judging by the way he had been eating as if it were his last meal, a man who dressed in a manner expressing some wealth addressed him, asking him whether he was in a position to provide him some aid. Tearing the meat off of the chicken bone and gobbling it down, he nodded at the man so as to inquire upon his story, believing that there was undoubtedly more that the man wanted to share with him. If not, he wouldn't have bothered asking him for help in the first place.
While ordering seconds and something to drink, the man started talking to him, bringing up that there had been quite a lot of different things going on in this area of the Phoenix mountains. Even though there was supposedly a guild present called Silver Wolf, children had been going missing there for years. Putting down his food for a moment at the notion of children going missing and never returning, he looked over at Fellis, who more or less held his jaw shut and stopped chewing for a while. Both having a soft spot for that sort of thing, they had quite recently seen what could happen to people that "went missing". If they too had been taken by someone like the necromancer that had been using a wolf to collect bodies for him to tinker with, he imagined those children were either already dead or brought back in a state that no parent would ever want to see their child in. If this had in fact been happening for years already, chances of it being some kind of necromancer or warlock seemed quite plausible, meaning he had already become invested in this particular something as a thing he'd want to involve himself with.
(1009 // 1009)
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