In a Place Where Time has Vanished

The Sanctum Isles

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With Sanctuary lost, the alumni were forced to vacate the docks area as their main base of operations, and from the looks of it, it would take a couple of months to get everything up and running again. Considering their power source was lost to an unknown entity in Ozwald’s dreams, they’ll have to settle for an alternative power source - electricity. It took them at least a week for them to successfully work on a functioning power generator which is owed to his ingenuity, but with the time constraints, he felt there’s room for improvement. It took them another two weeks to set up the cables and wirings to power the main faculties, and with the amount of tools they’d have to power up, it would take a long time to get New Sanctuary up and running. A construction company, namely Bob & Bob’s Son’s Construction, were hired to construct additional structures to house relics, artifacts, and the Motherlode.

This isn’t to say his obligations to the guild were not fulfilled. Light work here and there like managing books and running errands would reserve him the energy needed to manage the construction of New Sanctuary. His guild obligations came second, with the re-establishment of New Sanctuary a primary concern. He’s already informed the guild master, Leona, that he’d be absent for a long time to take care of things back in the Sanctum Isles. Hopefully she understood how the alumni meant to him and why his guild priorities came second.

He isn't one to lag behind in his training either, as he would always find time to train with his newfound magic of his. It’s only been months and there was visible progress in his efforts to master this power. Magical instruments were easy enough for him to use, even those with unparalleled power, but temporal magics is another thing. Even with the diagrams and instructions detailed on his grimoire, it’s not easy to harness what’s this and that to gather temporal energies from the book. How the book even contains temporal magics remains an enigma to him, but he isn’t one to question the hows when the book is entrusted to him by Alexander, a person from the past who also entrusted to him the 12 Brass Artifacts.

Alexander… a mysterious figure from the future… Do they mean something? They must mean something, as if time revolves around him. Destiny, perhaps? Such silly presumptions would get him nowhere. He’s just an ordinary mage, that is all.

Just as one of the machines in the Observatory was switched on, it already detected an anomaly. Oswald was quick to get there to see what this was all about. The instrument detailed the landing of another Brass Artifact in a perilous place called Morgate Town. He was in for a surprise. He arrived at the scene with the engineers minding their own businesses and the scholars awaiting his arrival, “Boss, we’ve got readings.”, one of them said as he entered, “Where is it?” Oswald was expecting a quick reply from them, but they hesitated for a moment. They were concerned seeing as the artifact fell in Morgate Town, even more so when they knew Ozwald would be going there solo AND without backup. They, who can’t even wield magic and let along fend for themselves, wouldn’t stand a chance against the perilous landscape. “Before everything else, we’d just like to advise you not to go there alone and-” Oswald interrupted, “I’ve been in every dangerous situation and survived all of them. What could possibly go wro- Oh bollocks.” He stopped in his tracks as he peered over at the screen. Damn it, he thought. Morgate Town was one place he’d avoid at all costs knowing the dangers that lie therein. He's heard of tales of monstrosities that come from within the nuclear landscape; creatures mutated terribly from the battles of eld. With his power as is, he found it best to take their advice to heart. “Well I’ll be damned. I guess I’ll have to contact the guild for some backup.”

He left for the port, and with phone in hand, he contacted the guild to see if anyone’s available at the moment. “Hi, yes, this is Ozwald Morgan. I’m requesting backup for an artifact retrieval.” He said as his call was picked up, “The artifact in question is in Morgate Town, I’m afraid. Normally I’d do it on my own, but with Morgate Town as is, I might not make it out alive, thus my need for backup. This is also of urgent matter as another guild is after it. A dark guild.” His urgent need for backup is also somewhat justified. The Rapture Skirmishers are wont to attain artifacts by any means necessary, even at the expense of their own members. Chances of them appearing are high, though there is also a chance for them to steer clear from the nuclear wasteland. "As for what it can do, I daresay it has something to do with time. No, it's not a clock. I'm referring to something like Time Magic." And with the artifact in question being sought after, he’s confident he’ll have backup available.

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Morgate Town

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Ozwald didn’t forget his goal of figuring out how to best get rid of the demon haunting Michael. While he was on his quest to acquire the 12 Brass Artifacts, he did not stop looking for clues on Michael’s condition. He even hoped that, by chance, an answer would present itself to his grimoire - a message from the past. Alas, it doesn’t work that way, but he always held out hope to cure what ailed his brother. He trusted Giselle, his brother’s magic engineer companion, to look after him. He did not get to know Giselle better, but he does know she knew Michael best because she herself was there when he lost his memories. That, and she was also a survivor from the massacre in his brother’s fallen order.

Ozwald was quick to prepare himself for the treacherous journey towards the radioactive wasteland of Morgate Town. He is aware of what has transpired in Morgate Town before and the dangers that lurked thereafter. Grotesque monstrosity is to be expected, he thought to himself, and engaging them in a melee by punching them in the guts is out of the question. Thus, he turned to one of the Brass Artifacts. According to the Grimoire, 'Dave’s Turntables' are capable of manipulating and damaging one’s selves from multiple synchronized timelines at a… safer distance. He brought the artifact with him to help him in his endeavors as well as an anti-radiation apparatus.

He’d be lying if he told himself that he isn’t anxious in meeting with his comrade. He had a great time teaming up with his guild master, Leona, and his fellow guildmate, Kageyama, on their quest to drive out a dark guild. He’s actually more excited than anxious in meeting with his back up, and is eager to know what they can do during this mission. He hoped to make a good impression on them… and not make himself look like a sociopath like last time. But it was justified, using his towering height to his advantage along with implied threats for interrogation.

He left for Morgate Town via air travel with an aircraft vehicle. Afterall, it’s most convenient for him to travel from one place to another without having to stop to have his luggage inspected. As usual, a pilot is operating the aircraft vehicle. This left him more time to prepare mentally for the journey up ahead. This convenience is soon put to a stop. “Sir, I don’t think the helicarrier can survive a trip without risking it being exposed to radioactive contamination. I suggest we land somewhere nearby.” Oswald was very much displeased with the situation but he can’t blame the pilot. Afterall, contaminated metal might pose a risk to the scholasticate when it is returned home. He sighs in this conundrum. “Understood. Just drop me off somewhere near.” “Affirmative.”
Oswald jumped from the helicarrier to the ground once it was lowered to a manageable level. “I’ll contact you when I need some picking up.” He said through the communication lacrima, “Roger.” the pilot responded as they piloted the aircraft away, leaving Ozwald behind.

He was on his way towards Morgate Town when strange things started to happen. He was walking casually towards the rendezvous point, hoping to bump into his fellow guild mate during his travels, when all of a sudden, he found himself farther than where he was. Strange, he thought. He didn’t recall using Phase to enter the time stream. He even saw his own foot prints as he observed his surroundings. Strange, he thought. Is he starting to forget things? Is this the symptom of a much larger ailemnt? He does not know, nor does he care. He just wants to meet up with his back up from Silver Wolf.

Unbeknownst to him, a problematic phenomena has caused time to skip at random intervals at random points of time within the vicinity of Morgate Town. And Unbeknownst to him, he is about to meet his… mentor.

He arrived in the outskirts of what was left of Morgate Town. He has not spotted any monstrosity on his way here, yet. For now, he’s scanning his surroundings, hoping to see his backup. His posh garb should make him stand out the most. “I wonder where they are...” He mumbled to himself.


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Ⅰ  Total Word Count - 2831 / 10,000  Ⅰ
@Amalia @MoRueran @Mythica 

Time was what Ozwald had, in a literal sense. And at the same time, Time is against him. At least, for today. In a mission where a strange phenomena has affected how time behaved in an area, every second spent standing idly while waiting for his back up would only increase the risk of the mission. He wouldn’t want to become monster food for the irradiated monsters lurking within Morgate Town, would he? In a desolate town such as this, it would be impossible to miss a man wearing posh looking garb, and he very much stood out the most amongst the ruins of what used to be a bustling town. Seconds turned to minutes. He waited, and waited.

Minutes had passed by when he was greeted by poking on his arm. He turned to see a peculiar man who greeted him in a more peculiar manner. He’s had dealings with people who had different speech patterns while he was a solo adventurer without magic, so this was not very new to him. “I- Uh, oh. Hello there! What br-” Before he could continue speaking, a well dressed woman approached them. He was surprised because he wasn’t able to see her, let alone detect her presence. He couldn’t even hear her walking towards them, but appearing out of nowhere with magic is not out of the question. His weak magic sensory could be the reason, contrasting his twin’s potent magic sensory.

The well dressed woman introduced herself as Mythica.

This unexpected encounter with two strangers had made him a little flustered because he couldn’t perceive them. Regardless, he extended his camaraderie to them, and it wouldn’t do for him as a gentleman to not extend his greetings. It would also be rude of him not to introduce himself after she told them of her name. “The name’s Ozwald Emeraude Morgan. Former adventurer extraordinaire and a recent part-time artifact hunter for Silver Wolf.” He introduced himself to them, as he usually does when he met with other strangers, except for the change of job description after his admission to the guild. Part time, because he was also looking for ways to release the devil inside of his twin brother, Michael, who he truly cared for. That, and with the task of retrieving the 12 Brass Artifacts entrusted unto him by Alexander as well as overseeing the construction of Neo Sanctuary, he's a little stressed with the burden of responsibility. 

He caught on to what she said about sensing magic within this town. Perhaps this time altering phenomena was caused by an artifact, he thought to himself. Between two (or three) people investigating the circumstances of this desolate place, why not share what he knew? After all, it is definitely a good idea to stick to each other’s company.

What could possibly go wrong?

“I have my own theories, but yeah, you can say that.” He said to Mythica, “I’m actually here to look for some kind of artifact. I daresay we could all help each other out.” He suggested to his newfound companions.

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@Amalia @MoRueran @Mythica