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Test section of the start of somethinggg I'm working on. Hopefully I'll have a section done and printed by Thought Bubble this year
Little Mage And His Familiar
I’d write a story if I had that ability. But I don’t. Jayce is a kid struggling in his magic, to the extent that his teachers decided a familiar will help with his focus. It’s traditional to summon ones with your own magic like a wire. It can either attract or lure something in…
Like the essence of the dark arts.
-that’s what I got. Just an overpowered dark being learning to be human again by Jayce’s side.
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💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · Little Mage and His Familiar · -Promise A promise to transcend- A promise bonded by an agreement of pain and understanding
Penny for your thoughts/opinions on your Minibosses?
"Sir Combat is a full heathed and loyal warrior to the uncertified cause, even asking me for duels once and a while. He is one of my most respected mans and for good reason."
"Count Dracombat isn't the same case, however. Still a fearsome warrior, but I don't respect him as much, as he lacks that same respect with anyone but themselves."
"Minos in the other hand. . . I don't know much about it, not even the doctor knows where they came from. But they are a very loyal warrior to the cause, so still has my respect."
Little Mage
Gudbrand sat with Aster bouncing around him, the happy little kit wasn't really paying attention to the lesson. More interested in the butterflies fluttering in the field, hopping with glee after them.
The giant of a man would sigh, the little one had no attention span for anything. But he did try to have patience, aware the other wasn't going to get any better at for a while. He could only try for his attention, looking over at the bright flightful insects as he thought before it dawned on him.
Taking a moment to lift his hand and flex his fingers, it had been a bit strange to have relearn harmless magic again. Giving testing flicks before making a colourful flittering light. Arching his brow slightly before sending it a little ahead of the undersized kit, and waited.
A short wait at the very least, his big blue eyes got wider at the sight of the pretty flickering light. Moving to go after it, forgetting his butterfly prey altogether. Leaping before it zipped past his nose, Gudbrand figured if he could get him to play for a bit he'd get tuckered out enough to sit still for a moment. So of course, he used the light for Aster to chase and catch or chase and lose for a moment. Getting him to eventually run and jump into his lap.
"Did you ssee?! Did you ssee?! Almossst caught," Aster would chirp excitedly, as Gudbrand attempts to wipe the dirt from the small Nov's face with effort.
He was bouncy as ever, twisting to chirp and whine at the clean.
"I did. I did, little mage. Quite the hunter you will be, but first. You need to learn how to control that spark of yours," Gudbrand would half chuckle, ruffling his fluff before having him settle down on the ground.
"Now. Little Mage, you have a big spark, and you do let out in brusts enough to be okay. But you do need to know how to channel it, give yourself a defense if I am never there for you," he'd mew softly, watching the little nov nod gently.
He would sigh softly, he didn't really want to be teaching him anything too violent. But he was aware what he was, and given that factor. It was better he did, even if personality wise he was kind of. A pushover. Innocent and kind despite every bit of bad that had happened. He dreaded the day that gentleness left.
Soon he'd shake his head of the thought, making Aster tip his head in confusion.
"Nothing little one. Now. Let's start. You'll need to focus for this, take this pebble for now and focus in on it what you want to happen to it," he'd mew gently, laying a small stone in Aster's palm.
Watching the effort of focus etch into his face, causing him to chuckle slightly. He knew he had a bit too much magic in him, nature blessed. The happier he was the more things blossomed. Angry and it would grow thick with thorns. But he didn't know the full of it yet. So this was more of test. He watch him.
Nothing.
Nothing
Nothing.
Nothing.
Maybe he is just too small for the spark rather than it being too big for him.
Pebble twitches. That caught him off guard by a bit. Okay he can move it.
He was half tempted to try and stop him as the pebble twitched more and cracked a little. But more. Hatched than genuine cracked apart.
He felt a shiver up his spine, like he wasn't supposed to see this at all. Little spindly legs would push out, and soon the focused effort left Aster's face. A tad surprised, before squealing excitedly.
"Look look! Desssmolt! Look, a dragon," the kit would squeak excited, shaking the the spidery dragon thing a bit.
Gudbrand didn't know how to respond beyond an awkward laugh. 'At least it's not alive,' he thought for a moment before the thing started moving more.
It pitted his gut, that wasn't something anyone could just do. Granting life to something with barely anything to use besides a single object that wasn't living to being with. Definitely the spark was too big and might even be a more dangerous thkng than he thought before hand.
He didn't know what he had on his hands but. He wasn't going to give up trying to give the little one a way to at least tame it enough.
He'd give a bit a shy chuckle when the kit gave him a confused look, ruffling his hair. Leading his hand to release the new creature into the grass. He doubted more would come from this, it was tiny even. Also figured he might have to show him real dragons at some point, because that wasn't it.
The kit wasn't upset, batting his own hands as a farewell to the creature. Knowing the phrase well, 'if you're not going to eat it, release it'.
Soon cocking his head to the side, "more lesson?"
Gudbrand would sigh a nod, "more of different lesson. Let's make a you a wand. But the type you think of. This will need a tooth or claw of yours, any wood you want, and few other things. And you craft from there. It might do you better than that other lesson. Okay?"
Aster would nod excitedly, clambering up Gudbrand fur cloak as he got up to take him inside for this. Cheering for the prospect before chanting for food, once in the hollowed tree.
The giant man would chuckle. Of course.
But he had some new worries now.
a sky full of stars
misc. sketchbook messing about. there's a certain not overthinking to these grubby sketchbook pages that I wish I could stick to more
What about your Minions? How do you feel about them? Even if they're apparently individually motivated, are they expendable to you? There's an entire armys worth of them. ...but they all seem very loyal and... they all seem to look up to their Captain Imaginare very much.
*The kings expression darkens the second he says "expendable", interrupting their question* "NOBODY in this world is 'expendable'. Every single combat dummy has a light in their souls that should NOT be put aside as something that can be wasted without consequences."
"All of them have goals, thoughts, loves and hates, and NOT A SINGLE ONE OF THOSE FEELINGS ARE EXPENDABLE. They work hard to defend their honor, they protect themselves and the ones the love from the monsters out there in the world that think ANYONE COULD BE EXPENDABLE. ALL OF THEM ARE A GEM THAT SHOULD NOT BE IGNORED NEITHER CAST OFF AS TRASH."
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
*The king is beyond pissed off, his voice on a incredibly hostile tone*
Sorry, sorry!! I understand. I was just gauging your reaction... You have a right to be mad, and that answers my question on its own. I respect your consideration for them, and I'm sure that care goes both ways... It must be hard to lose so many.
That's why you fight though right? So one day, you might end the suffering for real.
*The dummies in the room look at the person mockingly, looking at eachother and passing their hands on their own necks. The king gives a heavy sigh, facepalming, then crossing his arms*
"Yes. That's the reason uncertified exists."