In Search for Answers

Ever since his brother, Michael, went berserk back in the Observatorium and eventually finding out that he has literal demons in his body, Ozwald set forth in search of answers to remedy his ailing brother. With that in mind, the Motherlode could not supply the remedy he seeks, for it is hypothesized that the knowledge he seeks is long gone. Still, he can't sit idly while his brother lives with demons. Who knows how long he has before these demons take over?

Ere long, Ozwald has traveled far and wide across Fiore in search of the knowledge he needs to help his brother, even clues to the history of these demons will suffice. He even bid his time looking at others' collection of antiques and scrolls just so he can get an understanding of his brother's situation. His efforts in searching for clues in this enigmatic situation has proven fruitless. Ironic it is that the book he wields harnesses the power of time, and yet time is against him in his race to save his sibling. It is only a matter of time before Michael turns, and without any data of his current state, he has no clue how much time he has left.

The Alumni of Grimwold is incapable of helping him. After all, a collective of non-mages can only do so much and he would rather have them use their resources on research and development of magicless contraptions. Just when he felt his efforts to be in vain and about to fall to despair, a sliver of hope revealed itself. 

Francois, his brother who is part of the Rune Knights, have told him of the guild Silver Wolf. Astonished to hear they also delve into research and the likes, perhaps it is best he paid them a visit. He wondered why he has not heard of this guild before, most likely that prior to his brother's predicament, he never cared joining a guild, and has remained ignorant of their importance ever since.

"O Brass Cogs, ignite the flames of the still furnace." A small spec of flame bursts forth from his book as he finished chanting, giving him warmth as he starts his trek through the snow storm, hoping to find it soon before he suffers under the extreme cold. Though it is snowing, the fire he created is in no danger to be put out by the harsh winds. Still, with all the winter gear and all, he never expected the snowstorm to be this cold. His flame isn't being very helpful in keeping him warm.

As an adventurer extraordinaire, there is no weather he can't endure. This is all for the sake of his brother, and he will get the answer he seeks or die trying.

When Leona expressed her willingness to help him in his endeavor, he was delighted. He admires Leona's willingness to help him in his plight, though the question remains whether the information he seeks are available or not within the guild. Still, even if they lack the information he seeks, what's a guild like them standing tall without any purpose? Perhaps then they can help him recover the information he needs to figure out what exactly ails his brother, as well as how to cure it.

Although... she is right. It is too cold to continue talking in the midst of a very cold snowstorm. He nods in agreement, eager to get somewhere warmer before the cold takes its toll against him. He does not want to be remembered by dying due to hypothermia, afterall. "I'd be delighted to."


Ozwald's next course of action now would be to follow the guild master back to their guild hall, eager to resume their conversation once they get somewhere warmer. He feels a little excited to know what its members look like and what they are capable of. Back in his youth, he'd be fascinated by magic so much he had an entire encyclopedia of magics, though he later gave it to his brother Francois, who is more fascinated with magic than him.

Since he was asked of his endeavors prior to his coming to the guild, Ozwald smiles, gladly regaling Leona of his adventures. It is not often that he was asked for stories of his adventures save for his other sibling, Cinna. He loved hearing his stories.


"I have been through numerous ruins, donated most of the artifacts and treasures I found to the museum. I was paid kindly, too. Recently, I discovered an ancient ruin near the shores of Cedar by the cliff side. I had my team of archaeologists and scholars come hither towards it in hopes of uncovering lost knowledge as we always do. We were called the Alumni of Grimwold, though I'm a more recent addition to their ranks, I believe? They're a collective of scholars and researchers, same as the guild. The difference being their incapacity of wielding magic has allowed them to develop and research gear that requires no magic and tailored to them."

He fixes his gaze on the ember sparked pages of his grimoire, looking back at what happened back in the ruins. "I wasn't a magic user then, until I happened to acquire this book back at the ruins. I daresay it's peculiar for a book to be found in a library filled with scrolls. Can't you believe I cast a spell that reversed the flow of time?" He chuckles, remembering how he and his brother was being overrun by clockwork golems, threatening to take their lives away. Back then, they had no way of stopping the horde from their rampant onslaught until the pages revealed a spell that could turn back time. "It was then that I truly experienced wielding power, the power to save lives."

Having a hunch that he doesn't need his spell to keep him warm, he closed his tome, sparks of ember fleeting from the pages and dissipating into nothingness. "Do you perchance know of the Brass Seraphs?" He asks the guild master, wondering if she has any knowledge of the tale of an ancient civilization that sought to harness the power of time. Not much was known of them, save for their intricate marvels of engineering, and how there's no one to inherit their legacy is unknown. The Tales of the Brass Seraphs was a children's book that inspired him to take up engineering, though he later found his higher calling as an adventurer extraordinaire. His skill and knowledge as an engineer has been useful to him and got him this far thanks to his ingenuity.

He assumed the guild master of Silver Wolf is interested to know more about the Brass Seraph, and had a face of eagerness. As much as he would want to, however, he doesn't know much of them save for their brief history and accomplishments. "As much as I would love to regale you about the Brass Seraphs, I have little to no available information of their history save for their marvels of engineering and a few pages worth of their tale in a children's book." He says as he enters the guildhall with the guild master, though he feels he should be the one to open the door for her. Wouldn't want to leave a bad impression to the guild master. 

Ever since he and his team acquired the scrolls from the Tomb of the Brass Seraphs, they have made little to no progress on translating the contents within them. Even cross referencing symbols and scripts didn't bear fruit. Up until now, the scholars of the alumni are hard at work in translating these texts. Perhaps the key to his brother's ailment can be found within one of those scrolls, this he thought much, but if he wants to make any solid progress, he has to get help from a guild. "There's not much information would could gleam from the scrolls and it's proven difficult to translate them."

As he enters the guild hall, he was greeted with the warm atmosphere of the guild. From the dark wooden walls to the carpet covered floor, it almost feels as if he's at home. And he was glad to be finally out of that snowstorm, and he's thankful for the blonde woman for her assistance in reaching the guild. And thank the higher powers he didn't die of hypothermia on his way here, even more so if he would get sick from the cold. "This place looks cozy. I like it here. Where will we be continuing our earlier conversation?" He asks while he was looking around at the guild hall, admiring the craftsmanship on the structure.

Presented with a choice between two locations to continue with their earlier conversation, Ozwald ponders for a moment to think of where wants to go to. But perhaps it is more of a need than want, as information regarding the Brass Seraphs and their artifacts might be known by spies should there really be one. He knows how powerful the artifacts of the Brass Seraphs are, though from what the blonde haired woman said, she herself has not read of the tale of the Brass Seraphs. It must not be as known as he thought. Then again, who has the time to believe a myth? Other than him, that is.

He does want to see the guild members of Silver Wolf and what they can do. He's still a magic geek after all, similar to his twin brother, Francois. What better location to continue conversing and observing the other guild members than the cafe? He's also quite exhausted from all the walking and climbing towards the guild. "Perhaps we could continue our chat on the cafe? I would also like to meet some of the members if that's ok. I daresay I'm quite excited to meet with the rest of the guild." He says as he removes his emerald tinted goggles he used to traverse the snowy climate, which he also uses as safety goggles when working with machinery.

Ozwald wasn't sure what to get in the guild's cafe. He wasn't aware guilds have their own cafes until now, or maybe it's just a Silver Wolf thing. From the cold weather he endured, however, he needs something warm to consume and thaw away the cold. As a bookworm and mechanic, he is very fond of coffee and their miraculous spell of keeping him up in the morning. "Hmm... I'll have some coffee, then, if you don't mind. And some croissants, if there is any." He says as he pulls out a pair of correctional glasses and wipes it off before wearing it. He is nearsighted and he needed them in order to see properly, and his safety goggles has lens that also correct his vision.


"I must say, I never expected a guild to have a cafe of their own. Does every guild have one?" He was curious about it and was meaning to ask the guild master about it. There is a lot he doesn't know about guilds, and this is his first time in a guild building. That, or maybe it is his inquisitive personality that wants to sate his curiosity, morbid or not. It has always been that way for him, back when he was still a kid who asked too many questions. Annoying, perhaps, but he has grown to learn to ask the right questions without asking alot. "Or is it a unique thing in this guild? Pardon if I ask too much." He says, apologetically.