sanity calms
but madness is a little more interesting.
Thana walked around the streets as innocent as any other citizen, taking in the sights. At this point she had been to many places in Fiore, but surprisingly Oak Town had yet to be one of them. For a city that was so rich with the nation’s history and libraries of magic and research, it was a bit of a wonder that she hadn’t made time to visit it yet. It was a town packed with all manner of people, from residents to tourists, with a large presence of mages from all over the world that came to check out the library and get information on various guilds. There was so much of importance in this one little town that it was a must for any self respecting mage to visit it at least once.
And it was a perfect location for Thana to get into some trouble.
She had been on a bit of a campaign recently in making a name for herself as a dark mage. A while ago she had been in the spotlight enough to have been named a Coming Storm by the Magic Council, a dark mage on the rise toward supreme infamy, but then she’d more or less fallen off the map ever since. She’d gotten caught up with small games and lurking in the shadows in obscurity, assisting Janet in getting Elysium started and finding a worthy home to call their own. But now, after everything had calmed down and they were ready to start putting Elysium into the limelight, Thana was more than ready to get back into the full swing of doing what she did best: murder and mayheim. It was her job, as the Ace of Destruction, to show the might of her guild, to be the epitome of their dark side, and she was eager to do just that.
This is what found her here in Oak town, strolling down the roads and seeing what there was to see. Or more specifically, seeing what there was to destroy. The library was the obvious choice, and she was sure that she would get to it eventually, but she also presumed that it was more heavily protected. Plus, talk about unoriginal. Surely plenty of other dark mages in the past had attacked the library in the hopes of stunting the education and resources of the country, and Thana had no interest in being just like everyone else. So instead, she found herself eyeing the several dozen monuments to many of the most well known and respected wizards of the past, thinking about how lovely they would be if they were all blown to bits.
She was currently in a short red dress that was trimmed in gold and hung a bit provocatively off her shoulders. Black heel clicked gently down the road as she surveyed her options, trying to decide where she wanted to start. Much to her delight, there were a great deal of people milling about the town today. It was a weekend, which meant that most people weren’t working and had plenty of time to be out sightseeing. Thana had yet to run into any Rune Knights patrolling the area, as she could only conclude that the Knights would have been trained to recognize her on the spot after her little battle with their director Mythal Ragnos the day that she had executed a senator on live television right under his nose. Between that public display of mass carnage and her feature as the Sorcerer Weekly’s first dark mage interview, she could only assume that someone would eventually recognize her.
Luckily, people were stupid creatures that rarely believed that fantastical events would happen directly in front of them, even in a world filled with magic, so even if there was anyone nearby that had read her edition of the magazine or been watching the senator’s speech when she blew him up and subsequently recorded the bloodfest that followed, they were more than happy to cling to the ignorance of not recognizing her. That was fine, for now. Let them live in their innocent bliss a few minutes longer while she planned her attack. They would come to know the truth of reality all too soon.
And it was a perfect location for Thana to get into some trouble.
She had been on a bit of a campaign recently in making a name for herself as a dark mage. A while ago she had been in the spotlight enough to have been named a Coming Storm by the Magic Council, a dark mage on the rise toward supreme infamy, but then she’d more or less fallen off the map ever since. She’d gotten caught up with small games and lurking in the shadows in obscurity, assisting Janet in getting Elysium started and finding a worthy home to call their own. But now, after everything had calmed down and they were ready to start putting Elysium into the limelight, Thana was more than ready to get back into the full swing of doing what she did best: murder and mayheim. It was her job, as the Ace of Destruction, to show the might of her guild, to be the epitome of their dark side, and she was eager to do just that.
This is what found her here in Oak town, strolling down the roads and seeing what there was to see. Or more specifically, seeing what there was to destroy. The library was the obvious choice, and she was sure that she would get to it eventually, but she also presumed that it was more heavily protected. Plus, talk about unoriginal. Surely plenty of other dark mages in the past had attacked the library in the hopes of stunting the education and resources of the country, and Thana had no interest in being just like everyone else. So instead, she found herself eyeing the several dozen monuments to many of the most well known and respected wizards of the past, thinking about how lovely they would be if they were all blown to bits.
She was currently in a short red dress that was trimmed in gold and hung a bit provocatively off her shoulders. Black heel clicked gently down the road as she surveyed her options, trying to decide where she wanted to start. Much to her delight, there were a great deal of people milling about the town today. It was a weekend, which meant that most people weren’t working and had plenty of time to be out sightseeing. Thana had yet to run into any Rune Knights patrolling the area, as she could only conclude that the Knights would have been trained to recognize her on the spot after her little battle with their director Mythal Ragnos the day that she had executed a senator on live television right under his nose. Between that public display of mass carnage and her feature as the Sorcerer Weekly’s first dark mage interview, she could only assume that someone would eventually recognize her.
Luckily, people were stupid creatures that rarely believed that fantastical events would happen directly in front of them, even in a world filled with magic, so even if there was anyone nearby that had read her edition of the magazine or been watching the senator’s speech when she blew him up and subsequently recorded the bloodfest that followed, they were more than happy to cling to the ignorance of not recognizing her. That was fine, for now. Let them live in their innocent bliss a few minutes longer while she planned her attack. They would come to know the truth of reality all too soon.
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