[Damn, he had no idea a single beer made Wulf so protective. It looks like Brad has a new friend, albeit a toothy one.
But running, huh? Too much exercise, Brad thinks. But he doesn't say that, as he chooses to see the positives in this situation.]
First time is always the best. Hold on and enjoy the sights.
[He doesn't seem outwardly bothered by the presence of an alpha right behind him. But being just a few weeks from his heat, his heart is fluttering in a way that he has to stamp right down. Nope, he's not going to think about how close they are. Flying on a shared broom is normal and something Brad has done countless times before with the different Sages he has known in his 90 years as a Sage's wizard.
(he is absolutely thinking about how close Wulf is right now.)
Though Brad's natural smell is still covered up, this time it's with less concealer and more of a soapy smell, as if he took a bath earlier this morning.
After giving Wulf a moment to settle down on the broom, Brad will take to the air, with the other wizards following shortly after. They don't fly high up, just above the trees, but it still gives a birds eye view of the ground below as they travel from the manor to a forest in the Western country.]
[ Wulf presses closer when Brad takes to the sky, confidence in his balance only reaching up to a certain height. Being so close, though, has Wulf's nose pressing in just behind Brad's ear for a brief, bright second. ]
[ A second, which is all Wulf really needs. ]
[ Brad's scent is still disturbed, Wulf finds, though in a easier way than before. Instead of a cloying scent gag, Brad simply smells clean. Frustrating, but understandable. Wulf, on the other hand, is bathed in his own scent: a heated of piece of charcoal so close to combustion. While not in rut, Wulf's instincts run higher than many other alphas like him. He reflexively covers his pack in his scent when they are weak and without a strong one of their own. That includes Brad now. ]
[He is a little annoyed by the smell of Wulf's scent spreading and presumably covering him as well. Even though he covers up his own scent, he doesn't need another to fill that void! Brad's omega instincts tell him that this is a good thing, but he fights against that instinct to keep up his act as an alpha.]
You know I'm one of the strongest here, right? You don't gotta scent me.
[Here in the air their conversation is relatively private, with the rushing wind keeping those on other brooms from hearing. Though Owen is still watching with his unnerving grin, as if he's trying to catch what the two of them are saying.]
Then why don't you smell it? [ The facts don't add up. All the other alpha wizards had a strong scent; enough for Wulf to recognize who's who from through the door, but not Brad. If Brad's supposed to be powerful, then why doesn't he smell it? The posture he flaunts is different from what his scent must provide. The cogs slowly turn as Wulf ponders through the mystery. ]
I do smell it. But I grew up around alphas and learned pretty quick that fighting all the time gets tiring eventually. 'S better to fight yer enemies, not allies.
[It would make him the most patient alpha in the world if it were true. But he seems confident in his words when he says them, using centuries of practice to make his lies sound like truth.)
Other alphas usually are. If anything, their powers are worth eating. [ But here Wulf doesn't attack, even if he wants to. The Sage acts as a calming beacon, their guidance and acceptance making Wulf tamer than he'd been in centuries; but how civil he is against Brad's back is unusual. Wulf takes a deeper smell, uncaring that his nose now dips directly against the side of Brad's neck. He's going to get to the bottom of this. ]
[Whatever he was saying is suddenly cut off by a surprised sound as Wulf presses his nose right against Brad's neck. Since Wulf is right up against Brad's skin, he will smell faint scents of gunpowder, campfire smoke, and ash.
But that only lasts for a moment, because Brad is trying to shove Wulf away with his shoulder.]
Dry. [ Wulf's wants to lick it, see if it feels as good on his tongue as it smells. The only thing that stops him is Brad pulling away and pushing Wulf in the same movement, making the broom sway. ]
[ The swaying isn't appreciated, and Wulf tightens his grip on Brad. Again, a sulk: ] Fine.
[ He's not used to being up so high and he likes running for a reason. Wulf doesn't threaten their safety again. ]
[Even though he's won, Brad just can't let anything go, so he's going to complain as they fly the last bit of distance to their target.]
You gotta leave that kinda shit for when you're on the ground. Do you even know the feather-falling spell? Looks like I'll have to teach you how to fly on a broom.
[But the others are slowing to descend into a clearing just ahead, so Brad will do so as well and get them to the ground safely.
The clearing is about the size of a city block. There is a path leading out of the clearing and towards what is presumably a village, while a rarely-used footpath leads deeper into the woods.
After surveying the area, the Sage speaks up:]
We have to go deeper into the forest to find a river, which will lead us to the swamp. Keep your guard up, there could be anything here waiting for us.
[ Well, at least it's slightly comical to see Wulf's massive form brood on the back of Brad's broom. ]
[ When they land, Wulf nearly goes back to Brad's neck; they're not in the air anymore so there's no reason for him not to. Until the Sage speaks, that is.
Swamp's just off the path, water smells off that way. [ One of the things that makes a swamp a swamp: unmoving water that's humid and stale. Wulf doesn't want to help the other alpha's, but for the Sage he will. ]
[Brad silently thanks the Sage, glad to have Wulf staying out of his personal space for the moment.
He rubs at the back of his neck, as if he were trying to rub away Wulf's scent. Which he is, he does not want the scent of an alpha lingering on him when he's so close to his heat. He has a reputation to keep up, and going into heat right in the middle of a fight sounds less than ideal.
Once he's satisfied that he's covered up Wulf's scent enough, he snaps his fingers and casts a climate spell on himself. He's not going to be sweating due to humidity today!]
Right. Off to the swamp, kill this fucker, then get the hell outta here. If we go fast enough, we can make it back in time for lunch. Let's go.
[ Brad spending energy on something so unneeded makes Wulf's brows pinch in confusion, their proximity such that Wulf's nose gets blasted, just a little, with magical aircon. ]
[ Like a surprised dog, Wulf sneezes, surprised and caught off guard. He even has to clear his throat before he continues. ] We'll have to walk until at least moonrise before we get there.
[Wulf might think it's unneeded, but wait until they get stuck in the snowy north and a warming spell saves them all from frostbite.]
Guess dinner's outta the question then.
[Onwards they go! Though Brad is moody for the entire walk because he knows he's going to miss out on Nero's fried chicken, which is his most favorite meal in the world. (Nero cooks fried chicken at least once a week so he's not actually missing out.)
The walk is mostly uneventful, with Owen making little comments to Cain and Cain getting annoyed in return. Brad mostly ignores that nonsense and keeps his focus on either walking or checking on the Sage. He does worry about them, they don't have magic to protect themselves like Brad and the other wizards do. If something dangerous happens, all five of them will have to protect the Sage. At least Wulf seems to like the Sage and would protect them, Brad thinks.
As the sun starts to set though, the ground they are walking on grows softer and the sound of frogs can be heard nearby. They have reached the edge of the swamp.]
Not yet. [ But once Wulf catches wind of the Corruption, he's sure he'll be able to track it like a hound. Until then, he wants as much information about the enemy as possible, what weaknesses he should be keeping an eye on. ] What is it like, anyways?
[When Wulf asks what it's like, Brad is instantly taken back to a year ago, where everyone was fighting for their lives and people were turning to stone left and right, and though he couldn't see he certainly felt the skin on his face turn hard and start to fleck away-
He takes in a breath and pauses for a moment, acting like he's considering a good description while he's actually shoving away the thoughts that haunt his nightmares.]
It doesn't matter how strong your are or how good at battle you are. You're always going to be outmatched and one unlucky moment away from death. 's why we always get dispatched in groups: a single wizard is never enough to deal with these things.
[Even Oz, arguably the strongest wizard in the world, needs backup. It's a fight nobody can do alone, which is why the Sage's wizards exist in the first place.
The Sage, Cain, and Faust all deliberately look away when Bradley explains. They all just lived through it, and their reactions confirm his words. Owen is there too but his poker face is too strong, he would never betray his negative thoughts about fighting the Calamity.]
Since we just beat back the Calamity though, whatever we're about to find will probably be weaker. But still, don't underestimate it. These things are huge.
[ Wulf is quiet at the intensity of the threat, all the other alphas falling silent instead of boasting. If the threat is truly so great then Wulf will have to fight everything he can. There have been great foes he's hunted before, great wizards and monsters that he's sunk his elongated teeth into and never let go until the threat was neutralized: but the Calamity is beyond even that. Pride only matters when you win, so Wulf sets about knowing as much as he can in the time spent walking through the forest. ] And how do each of you fight, then, as a team?
Well, see, that's where the Sage comes in. They're a real analytical type, and they're good at seein' everyone's strengths 'n weaknesses. Unless there's an emergency and the Sage isn't around, the Sage is pretty much always the one to draw up battle plans and change said plans if shit goes sideways. They're pretty smart like that, they think twelve moves ahead and never lead us wrong.
[The Sage actually looks a little embarrassed by the praise.]
Please Brad, I'm just trying to get us all home safely.
[Grinning, Brad pats the Sage's shoulder in a slightly rough but friendly manner.]
Take a compliment! I only praise people who deserve it.
[Then he looks to Wulf again.]
But beyond that there's some of us who are better at attacking and some who are better at support. Faust here is a great healer, which is probably why he's here with us. Shylock and Murr are good illusionists, so those two get brought in whenever we have to put up a farce. But the Northies, they're for raw firepower most of the time.
[ The Sage, Wulf understands finally why he's been so attracted to their presence. Wulf tips his head to the side and ponders. Taking orders from someone, relying on others: neither come natural to him. He's only ever had his own strength to believe in. If there was anyone to finally trust... ]
I'll follow their orders, then. I've never had to think of combat in such a way. Hunts haven't been difficult in a while; perhaps I've grown stale to the true threat.
I have my teeth and my claws, the moon showed me how a millennia ago. [ That's the last time Wulf had diffuclty in a fight. Time for another period of growth: one which Wulf knows not where it will take him. ]
[The way everyone side-eyes Wulf when he mentions the moon. They seem to know something about that, and Wulf will find out as well before too long.]
Well, that's good then. It means you're not all talk, and we can sharpen whatever skills you're rusty in too.
[Not that he thought Wulf was all talk. He can smell Wulf even standing ten feet away. Weaklings never have a smell that strong.
Speaking of the moon, it starts to rise in the evening sky as they all get close enough for the smell of stagnant water to invade their nostrils. Stagnant is never good, Brad thinks. It means something has lingered long enough to become a problem.
Soon enough they can start to feel the sturdy ground turn soft, and that's when the Sage stops them for a moment.]
Stay out of the water until we find this thing. Apparently it can drag people under and drown them. Wulf, can you detect anything nearby?
[Apparently the Sage has picked up on Wulf being good at tracking.]
[ Wulf tips his head back as the air begins to change, pulling ahead of the pack once the Sage calls for their attention. The air is humid and still, yet Wulf can still sense where creatures inside it move: their actions shifting the space around them just enough for Wulf to catch: and yet, there's not even a fly close. Something feels wrong, the boardwalk in front of the path just rotted enough that Wulf decides better safe, than sorry. ]
[Meanwhile Brad follows after Wulf, his casual stance still somehow carrying tension. His arms are resting behind his head, but still ready to summon his rifle at a moment's notice.]
Well, maybe it's not that big if it's hiding in this small lake.
[This 'small lake' is still plenty large and could probably hold a Beast 50 feet long, maybe even longer.
It does feel the presence of food too, and it stirs underwater and uses the murky surface to hide its movements. There's barely a ripple of water as a long tentacle slips up and over the dock, wrapping itself around Brad's leg with a moments notice.
Brad, for his part, does start to cast a spell. But whatever he tried to cast is quickly interrupted as the creature drags Brad down through the dock, breaking it with Wulf on one side and everyone else (minus Brad) on the other.]
[ The alpha in Wulf stirs, laughing at what Brad thinks is small. Part of him wants to chip back like he would to an partner he was courting, stating he'd hate to see what Bradley considered large, then. ]
[ But when Wulf turns around, Brad isn't there anymore; neither the dock, or the path back to the Sage, too. Instantly Wulf snaps to attention, the back of his neck and space under his tongue burning as he shouts at the tendril taking Brad down into the depth, voice booming. ]
TIMŌRĪ!
[ Time halts, as an eclipse comes into fruition: the magic that has kept Wulf safe for so long becomes clear: time distortion-- luck manipulation. All this, with tools ill fitted for him in this position. Wulf discards the teeth and claws he's lived with for so long and starts anew for the sake of the Sage. ]
[Everyone and everything suddenly stops moving as time grinds to a halt. The Sage is in the middle of shouting out an order while Cain and Faust draw their respective weapons. Owen is in the process of casting a spell to split the water and reveal the monster lurking below.
Should Wulf look underwater, he would see Brad extending his hand towards the underwater monster, mid-cast of a spell meant to blast himself free. A fighter even to the bitter end.
But hey, Wulf can prevent that end if he kills this squidlike monster before his spell runs out.]
[ Wulf knows that it won't be him who makes the final shot, not when he has to strain just to hold the Calamity in place, let alone his environment. Failure here isn't an option, not with Brad suspended under the murky waters, not with the Sage cut off from two of their wizards: Wulf has to focus, so focus he does. ]
[ The image of a coin, not a moon, flips in the nightsky and lands fully alight, the magic surging through Wulf and into the Sage. With their guidance, with their promise, Wulf finishes his mantra. ]
Timōrī fortuna!
[ Brad will find himself freed of Wulf's time magics, along with the rest of the wizards under the Sage's care. The Calamity stays still for just long enough for the first barrage of combined power to strike it, the tentacle flailing and tossing Brad into the air. Not a graceful rescue, but a rescue nonetheless. ]
[It's a bit startling to go from being dragged down into the murky water to just being stuck there, with a frozen tentacle still tied around his ankle. But Brad is a fast thinker, and he quickly changes his spell target from the Calamity monster itself to just the tentacle. He has to cast magic without speaking, so the blast is weaker than usual, but it's enough to sever the tentacle and Brad starts swimming away.
Soon her surfaces with a gasp and some flailing as he reaches blindly for something to grab onto. The first thing his hands find is the bit of pier that Wulf is still standing on. He coughs a few times, expelling swamp water with a grimace.]
Fuckin' nasty...
[He looks up to Wulf, then to the others closer to shore.]
Oi! That thing down there stopped moving! Now's our chance!
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Date: 2025-08-17 05:38 am (UTC)But running, huh? Too much exercise, Brad thinks. But he doesn't say that, as he chooses to see the positives in this situation.]
First time is always the best. Hold on and enjoy the sights.
[He doesn't seem outwardly bothered by the presence of an alpha right behind him. But being just a few weeks from his heat, his heart is fluttering in a way that he has to stamp right down. Nope, he's not going to think about how close they are. Flying on a shared broom is normal and something Brad has done countless times before with the different Sages he has known in his 90 years as a Sage's wizard.
(he is absolutely thinking about how close Wulf is right now.)
Though Brad's natural smell is still covered up, this time it's with less concealer and more of a soapy smell, as if he took a bath earlier this morning.
After giving Wulf a moment to settle down on the broom, Brad will take to the air, with the other wizards following shortly after. They don't fly high up, just above the trees, but it still gives a birds eye view of the ground below as they travel from the manor to a forest in the Western country.]
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Date: 2025-08-17 06:00 am (UTC)[ A second, which is all Wulf really needs. ]
[ Brad's scent is still disturbed, Wulf finds, though in a easier way than before. Instead of a cloying scent gag, Brad simply smells clean. Frustrating, but understandable. Wulf, on the other hand, is bathed in his own scent: a heated of piece of charcoal so close to combustion. While not in rut, Wulf's instincts run higher than many other alphas like him. He reflexively covers his pack in his scent when they are weak and without a strong one of their own. That includes Brad now. ]
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Date: 2025-08-17 06:12 am (UTC)You know I'm one of the strongest here, right? You don't gotta scent me.
[Here in the air their conversation is relatively private, with the rushing wind keeping those on other brooms from hearing. Though Owen is still watching with his unnerving grin, as if he's trying to catch what the two of them are saying.]
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Date: 2025-08-17 07:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-08-17 02:32 pm (UTC)[It would make him the most patient alpha in the world if it were true. But he seems confident in his words when he says them, using centuries of practice to make his lies sound like truth.)
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Date: 2025-08-17 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-08-17 08:38 pm (UTC)[Whatever he was saying is suddenly cut off by a surprised sound as Wulf presses his nose right against Brad's neck. Since Wulf is right up against Brad's skin, he will smell faint scents of gunpowder, campfire smoke, and ash.
But that only lasts for a moment, because Brad is trying to shove Wulf away with his shoulder.]
Oi! Do you want us to crash?!
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Date: 2025-08-18 02:09 am (UTC)[ The swaying isn't appreciated, and Wulf tightens his grip on Brad. Again, a sulk: ] Fine.
[ He's not used to being up so high and he likes running for a reason. Wulf doesn't threaten their safety again. ]
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Date: 2025-08-18 03:02 am (UTC)You gotta leave that kinda shit for when you're on the ground. Do you even know the feather-falling spell? Looks like I'll have to teach you how to fly on a broom.
[But the others are slowing to descend into a clearing just ahead, so Brad will do so as well and get them to the ground safely.
The clearing is about the size of a city block. There is a path leading out of the clearing and towards what is presumably a village, while a rarely-used footpath leads deeper into the woods.
After surveying the area, the Sage speaks up:]
We have to go deeper into the forest to find a river, which will lead us to the swamp. Keep your guard up, there could be anything here waiting for us.
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Date: 2025-08-19 03:58 am (UTC)[ When they land, Wulf nearly goes back to Brad's neck; they're not in the air anymore so there's no reason for him not to. Until the Sage speaks, that is.
Swamp's just off the path, water smells off that way. [ One of the things that makes a swamp a swamp: unmoving water that's humid and stale. Wulf doesn't want to help the other alpha's, but for the Sage he will. ]
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Date: 2025-08-19 05:02 am (UTC)He rubs at the back of his neck, as if he were trying to rub away Wulf's scent. Which he is, he does not want the scent of an alpha lingering on him when he's so close to his heat. He has a reputation to keep up, and going into heat right in the middle of a fight sounds less than ideal.
Once he's satisfied that he's covered up Wulf's scent enough, he snaps his fingers and casts a climate spell on himself. He's not going to be sweating due to humidity today!]
Right. Off to the swamp, kill this fucker, then get the hell outta here. If we go fast enough, we can make it back in time for lunch. Let's go.
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Date: 2025-08-19 07:25 am (UTC)[ Like a surprised dog, Wulf sneezes, surprised and caught off guard. He even has to clear his throat before he continues. ] We'll have to walk until at least moonrise before we get there.
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Date: 2025-08-20 01:49 am (UTC)Guess dinner's outta the question then.
[Onwards they go! Though Brad is moody for the entire walk because he knows he's going to miss out on Nero's fried chicken, which is his most favorite meal in the world. (Nero cooks fried chicken at least once a week so he's not actually missing out.)
The walk is mostly uneventful, with Owen making little comments to Cain and Cain getting annoyed in return. Brad mostly ignores that nonsense and keeps his focus on either walking or checking on the Sage. He does worry about them, they don't have magic to protect themselves like Brad and the other wizards do. If something dangerous happens, all five of them will have to protect the Sage. At least Wulf seems to like the Sage and would protect them, Brad thinks.
As the sun starts to set though, the ground they are walking on grows softer and the sound of frogs can be heard nearby. They have reached the edge of the swamp.]
Does your nose tell you where the monster is?
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Date: 2025-08-21 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-08-22 04:07 am (UTC)He takes in a breath and pauses for a moment, acting like he's considering a good description while he's actually shoving away the thoughts that haunt his nightmares.]
It doesn't matter how strong your are or how good at battle you are. You're always going to be outmatched and one unlucky moment away from death. 's why we always get dispatched in groups: a single wizard is never enough to deal with these things.
[Even Oz, arguably the strongest wizard in the world, needs backup. It's a fight nobody can do alone, which is why the Sage's wizards exist in the first place.
The Sage, Cain, and Faust all deliberately look away when Bradley explains. They all just lived through it, and their reactions confirm his words. Owen is there too but his poker face is too strong, he would never betray his negative thoughts about fighting the Calamity.]
Since we just beat back the Calamity though, whatever we're about to find will probably be weaker. But still, don't underestimate it. These things are huge.
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Date: 2025-08-27 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-08-27 03:57 am (UTC)[The Sage actually looks a little embarrassed by the praise.]
Please Brad, I'm just trying to get us all home safely.
[Grinning, Brad pats the Sage's shoulder in a slightly rough but friendly manner.]
Take a compliment! I only praise people who deserve it.
[Then he looks to Wulf again.]
But beyond that there's some of us who are better at attacking and some who are better at support. Faust here is a great healer, which is probably why he's here with us. Shylock and Murr are good illusionists, so those two get brought in whenever we have to put up a farce. But the Northies, they're for raw firepower most of the time.
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Date: 2025-08-27 05:18 am (UTC)I'll follow their orders, then. I've never had to think of combat in such a way. Hunts haven't been difficult in a while; perhaps I've grown stale to the true threat.
I have my teeth and my claws, the moon showed me how a millennia ago. [ That's the last time Wulf had diffuclty in a fight. Time for another period of growth: one which Wulf knows not where it will take him. ]
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Date: 2025-08-27 05:52 am (UTC)Well, that's good then. It means you're not all talk, and we can sharpen whatever skills you're rusty in too.
[Not that he thought Wulf was all talk. He can smell Wulf even standing ten feet away. Weaklings never have a smell that strong.
Speaking of the moon, it starts to rise in the evening sky as they all get close enough for the smell of stagnant water to invade their nostrils. Stagnant is never good, Brad thinks. It means something has lingered long enough to become a problem.
Soon enough they can start to feel the sturdy ground turn soft, and that's when the Sage stops them for a moment.]
Stay out of the water until we find this thing. Apparently it can drag people under and drown them. Wulf, can you detect anything nearby?
[Apparently the Sage has picked up on Wulf being good at tracking.]
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Date: 2025-08-27 06:48 am (UTC)Closer than not. Prepare yourselves.
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Date: 2025-08-27 04:01 pm (UTC)Well, maybe it's not that big if it's hiding in this small lake.
[This 'small lake' is still plenty large and could probably hold a Beast 50 feet long, maybe even longer.
It does feel the presence of food too, and it stirs underwater and uses the murky surface to hide its movements. There's barely a ripple of water as a long tentacle slips up and over the dock, wrapping itself around Brad's leg with a moments notice.
Brad, for his part, does start to cast a spell. But whatever he tried to cast is quickly interrupted as the creature drags Brad down through the dock, breaking it with Wulf on one side and everyone else (minus Brad) on the other.]
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Date: 2025-08-27 06:13 pm (UTC)[ But when Wulf turns around, Brad isn't there anymore; neither the dock, or the path back to the Sage, too. Instantly Wulf snaps to attention, the back of his neck and space under his tongue burning as he shouts at the tendril taking Brad down into the depth, voice booming. ]
TIMŌRĪ!
[ Time halts, as an eclipse comes into fruition: the magic that has kept Wulf safe for so long becomes clear: time distortion-- luck manipulation. All this, with tools ill fitted for him in this position. Wulf discards the teeth and claws he's lived with for so long and starts anew for the sake of the Sage. ]
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Date: 2025-08-27 09:29 pm (UTC)Should Wulf look underwater, he would see Brad extending his hand towards the underwater monster, mid-cast of a spell meant to blast himself free. A fighter even to the bitter end.
But hey, Wulf can prevent that end if he kills this squidlike monster before his spell runs out.]
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Date: 2025-08-27 11:21 pm (UTC)[ The image of a coin, not a moon, flips in the nightsky and lands fully alight, the magic surging through Wulf and into the Sage. With their guidance, with their promise, Wulf finishes his mantra. ]
Timōrī fortuna!
[ Brad will find himself freed of Wulf's time magics, along with the rest of the wizards under the Sage's care. The Calamity stays still for just long enough for the first barrage of combined power to strike it, the tentacle flailing and tossing Brad into the air. Not a graceful rescue, but a rescue nonetheless. ]
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Date: 2025-08-28 02:09 am (UTC)Soon her surfaces with a gasp and some flailing as he reaches blindly for something to grab onto. The first thing his hands find is the bit of pier that Wulf is still standing on. He coughs a few times, expelling swamp water with a grimace.]
Fuckin' nasty...
[He looks up to Wulf, then to the others closer to shore.]
Oi! That thing down there stopped moving! Now's our chance!
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