The Peace village, an idyllic little dot on the map known for being exactly that. It was generally so peaceful and quiet that many came there just for the sake of relaxation and recollecting themselves after weeks or months of tirelessly busting themselves apart for the sake of their jobs. About a year ago, he had been to this place, albeit not quite as himself, especially not as he was now. To say that his body had been here however, that was a far better explanation that would unfortunately make zero sense to anyone who heard it. Luckily for him, no one needed to hear a word about it.
Wandering closer to the village underneath his hood and coat, he looked at the farmlands he passed along the way. Sparking a memory of when he had been sent here for the sake of a quest, he remembered the farmer that was living nearby with his family. At the time, his family had put out quite a bit of money for someone to come and save their father that had gone missing. Due to the events of Samhain, which placed the boundaries between this material world and various darker worlds at their thinnest, the cause of the farmer going missing had been because of a powerful demon and his underlings. Remembering the demon that could take on the shape of an entire murder of crows which it used to attack, it eventually came straight at him in its true form. Faced against the magic of Solmar, the beast burned before it could even get close enough to do any real damage.
After this underling had been dispatched, others came at him, taking the material bodies of the scarecrows scattered across the fields, attacking the former wizard saint with farming tools was the next logical step along the road of combat.
As he fought them off, the demon lord that had brought his minions to this farm for the sake of establishing a foothold popped up in an attempt at catching him off guard. In a blaze of glory that seemed to still scar the fences surrounding the field as a result of the magical flames, the demon had been defeated for the first time, his lackeys reduced to ash. Whether the fences had been left the way they were to remember the one who saved the farmer or because of a lack of money was not something Thagirion knew, nor cared about. Even as the demon lord fell, the fact that it kept rematerializing meant Solmar had to destroy him about fifteen times before he realized the creature was using a phylactery to store his soul and keep him from being banished.
Knowing well enough that the locals would remember his face, he looked through the codex inside of him, filled with all the magical templates of souls belonging to those that had died near him. Using his magic to reshape his skeletal structure, his exterior features and mimic the voice to perfection, the black hood and coat no longer covered up a dark haired man. Instead, they now concealed a female brunette, her left arm and right leg covered in large sleeve tattoos. From what he could remember about her, she had been a rather fiery presence that riled up various other thugs when he moved about the outskirts of Hosenka. Before he truly understood the use of currency in this material world, he had been walking around with a rather loose purse of coins.
Considering him to be an easy target, the woman and her henchmen came down upon him under the cover of night, believing the shadows would come to their aid. One could only imagine the dread they experienced when those same shadows came to life and ate them, leaving not even blood or bone behind for the local authorities to find.
As far as he could tell, no one would miss these lowlife bottom-feeders that had ruined their own lives with drugs, theft, murder and other criminal activities that only further fueled the former to no end. In that regard, Thagirion believed that he would be able to make far better use of them when moving forward with his own goals. The form of this woman was ideal for this village, as anyone who saw her would likely believe that she had a hard life behind her and could very much benefit from the peaceful tranquility of the village. Finding that the female body took some getting used to, it was nothing he couldn’t learn to do in the next few minutes. So by the time he, or in this case “She” made her way to the village, Thagirion took a quick look around the place. Feeling that little to nothing had changed since the last time she had been here, she made her way towards the local pub.
Ordering a pint of ale, she sat down by the window so she would be able to see what kind of people might make their way into her general area. Opening the window ever so slightly so that she would be able to pick up the scents and sounds from outside, she made use of her magic to let her know whenever a mage with a decent amount of magic would enter into a roughly one kilometer radius. With that, she started drinking the first of many ales of that afternoon. Continuing the trend of ordering and working down one ale after the other for about two hours, the fact that alcohol had no effect on her meant that she merely had to play along while her mind remained un-addled by the booze. Right now, all that was required of her was patience, and patience was something she had in tropes after being locked away for millennia.
967
Wandering closer to the village underneath his hood and coat, he looked at the farmlands he passed along the way. Sparking a memory of when he had been sent here for the sake of a quest, he remembered the farmer that was living nearby with his family. At the time, his family had put out quite a bit of money for someone to come and save their father that had gone missing. Due to the events of Samhain, which placed the boundaries between this material world and various darker worlds at their thinnest, the cause of the farmer going missing had been because of a powerful demon and his underlings. Remembering the demon that could take on the shape of an entire murder of crows which it used to attack, it eventually came straight at him in its true form. Faced against the magic of Solmar, the beast burned before it could even get close enough to do any real damage.
After this underling had been dispatched, others came at him, taking the material bodies of the scarecrows scattered across the fields, attacking the former wizard saint with farming tools was the next logical step along the road of combat.
As he fought them off, the demon lord that had brought his minions to this farm for the sake of establishing a foothold popped up in an attempt at catching him off guard. In a blaze of glory that seemed to still scar the fences surrounding the field as a result of the magical flames, the demon had been defeated for the first time, his lackeys reduced to ash. Whether the fences had been left the way they were to remember the one who saved the farmer or because of a lack of money was not something Thagirion knew, nor cared about. Even as the demon lord fell, the fact that it kept rematerializing meant Solmar had to destroy him about fifteen times before he realized the creature was using a phylactery to store his soul and keep him from being banished.
Knowing well enough that the locals would remember his face, he looked through the codex inside of him, filled with all the magical templates of souls belonging to those that had died near him. Using his magic to reshape his skeletal structure, his exterior features and mimic the voice to perfection, the black hood and coat no longer covered up a dark haired man. Instead, they now concealed a female brunette, her left arm and right leg covered in large sleeve tattoos. From what he could remember about her, she had been a rather fiery presence that riled up various other thugs when he moved about the outskirts of Hosenka. Before he truly understood the use of currency in this material world, he had been walking around with a rather loose purse of coins.
Considering him to be an easy target, the woman and her henchmen came down upon him under the cover of night, believing the shadows would come to their aid. One could only imagine the dread they experienced when those same shadows came to life and ate them, leaving not even blood or bone behind for the local authorities to find.
As far as he could tell, no one would miss these lowlife bottom-feeders that had ruined their own lives with drugs, theft, murder and other criminal activities that only further fueled the former to no end. In that regard, Thagirion believed that he would be able to make far better use of them when moving forward with his own goals. The form of this woman was ideal for this village, as anyone who saw her would likely believe that she had a hard life behind her and could very much benefit from the peaceful tranquility of the village. Finding that the female body took some getting used to, it was nothing he couldn’t learn to do in the next few minutes. So by the time he, or in this case “She” made her way to the village, Thagirion took a quick look around the place. Feeling that little to nothing had changed since the last time she had been here, she made her way towards the local pub.
Ordering a pint of ale, she sat down by the window so she would be able to see what kind of people might make their way into her general area. Opening the window ever so slightly so that she would be able to pick up the scents and sounds from outside, she made use of her magic to let her know whenever a mage with a decent amount of magic would enter into a roughly one kilometer radius. With that, she started drinking the first of many ales of that afternoon. Continuing the trend of ordering and working down one ale after the other for about two hours, the fact that alcohol had no effect on her meant that she merely had to play along while her mind remained un-addled by the booze. Right now, all that was required of her was patience, and patience was something she had in tropes after being locked away for millennia.
967
- Appearance:
![Master [1000]](https://i.imgur.com/AQXM4xC.png)
![Senior [500]](https://i.imgur.com/Nmfn8cD.png)
![Novice [250]](https://i.imgur.com/lrYlde6.png)
