"I - you know what, sure." A soft exhale. "How about we spar, then ? Training swords."

Then it's a date, aye ? ~

That means you're like most mages, then ! Ah, my crew'll love ya. Also, if it's not too traumatic, you'll have to tell me about the some time. We also have an apocalyptic moon god in Golarion. Coincidences, aye ?

Well, you don't have to decide right now, but it's still pretty dangerous where I'm from. Just less . . . Cruel, mostly. Except the velstracs. Hate those fuckers. [ A huff. ]

[ The hollow shadow of familiar pain dims the light in his eyes, before it fades away, those cyan irises returning to their striking splendor. ] Maybe you can find a home on Golarion ? I - I mean, not necessarily with me, but . . . Somewhere not as . . . Eheh, doomed, aye ?

Well, there's a lot of things to see. I'm . . . An adventurer by trade, so I typically tend to go . . . Places you're not supposed to. As of late, I've been going to the ruins of the former cyclopes empire, Ghol-Gan. Would that interest you ? Dungeoneering, sailing ? Adventure ?

💙: my typos are all over tonight ffs

Well, the sea is dangerous but . . . I love standing on the deck of a ship, or being up in the rigging, and . . . [ He looks dowm at her, his scar-cleaved right eyebrow raising. ] Would you want that ? To see the ocean, I mean.

Hmmm . . . I dunno . . . [ Playfully rolling his eyes. ] We need to get you some tropical sunshine, girlie. Would do you some good to be out on the sea. Plus, if it gets stormy, you could, oh . . . I'unno . . . Hold my hand ?

Snapping his fingers - the tip of his right index finger lights up with a small flame. "Aye."

"Been there before. Need some liquor or such to ease yer pain ?"

[ A soft huff, cyan eyes angled downwards to meet her gaze. ] Oh yeah ? That needy, huh ? Well, I suppose I'm not doing much else . . . [ Bringing up his other arm to properly support her. ] I'm on a bit of a break anyways, so ! I can carouse. ~

[ It probably alsp doesn't help that he smells really pleasant. Citrus, pineapple, and coconut, all underlined with a salty, masculine smell. Or maybe just saltwater. ] Just let me know when you want me to set you down, aye ?

💙: matthias tanking moonscorch by just crit success after crit success on his fortitude saving throws. built different

Well, if you insist. ~ [ He sweeps her off of her legs with his stronger sword arm, using only one arm to hold her up like the dashing pirate he is ! ] This good, hmmm ?

Well, that's up to you. I'm not gonna lift you unless ya ask or I need to cry you out of peril.

I'm not that strong, Eve ! . . . If you want me to hold you, you need only ask. ~

"A good warrior can bypass magic entirely with enough practice . . . And willpower. I do both spell and sword. Never caught lacking."

So tired . . .

"No no, you're fine ! Well, arcane magic is a particularly wide net. Summoning, evocation, illusions, so on and so forth. It's just a matter of narrowing down to what the specific caster needs on any given day."

"Tsss . . . Nightmares are bad tonight. Guess I'm not fuckin' sleeping."

"As for other places, you've . . . Never been to other planes of existence ? Beyond this mortal coil, I mean. That could be a good place to start, soak ya in the inherent magic present there."

"Hmmm . . . We don't have them often where I'm from, but I like donuts !"

"Heh, sure, forgotten already - but it's not like that. Elemental magic is a subcategory within arcane and primal magic . . ."

"Well, I'm gonna show you some nicer places, uh, if you're willing to go . . . Around. Also, good! I LOVE baked goods . . ."

"Your world sounds like . . . All of Ustalav, expanded over the entire world. Gloomy, and . . . Mean." He huffs, before giving a soft smile. "Oooh, what d'you specialize in cookin'?"

"I can teach you a little trick a lot of Magi like me practice, though, we should probably focus on getting you something a little better than a troll's toothpick first." A soft smirk gracing his lips.

"Oh ! Yes. The hybrid study of the laughing shadow favors one-handed weapons, so most people favor daggers, shortswords . . . Me ? I prefer the humble flyssa." He taps the sheathed flyssa on his left side, hooked onto his belt. "Closer to a knife, but in-between the two !"

Matthias gingerly draws something from a holster on his side - a spellbook. Well-loved, but durable and elegant. Emerald leather cover, with golden writing. 'A Magus' Guide to Spells and Swordplay Vol. 1' is embossed on the front. "Uhm, so, this is mine, it's a bit . . . Special. As you can see."

"Well, if all your magic is like that . . . " A grimace. "Oh ! Matthias Amastacia. The pleasure is mine. I'd give you a bow and a kiss on the hand, but, I'm no noble." His lips curl into a soft smirk as a chuckle slips out, unimpeded. "I can get you a grimoire or two !"

"Deal." Fishing in his coin purse, he produces two gold coins, dropping them into her grip with a soft clinking noise.

A soft frown. He's heard of places like that. No kind gods, magic always having a severe cost . . . Then, he offers a soft smile. "Well, I'm no wizard, but I could try and teach you some arcana that won't kill you !" The magus offers an EXCEEDINGLY scarred hand, palm up.

"Oh. Well, arcane magic is mostly covering the bases of Mind and Matter. There are four essences," He holds up four fingers. "Mind, Matter, Spirit, and Life. Each tradition of magic covers two, though it's not a hard, set in stone type of classification . . ."

"I . . . Don't know these deities, actually. Typically, primal magic is just practiced by druids, rangers, sorcerers connected to nature, or witches with the same bent. I practice the arcane ! We could trade techniques." He is blissfully unaware of the horrors.

"Uhm, no, I don't think. Do you like, want a gold or two as compensation for the water ?"

"Nature! The elements, beasts, life, healing. Oh, it's just . . . Very complicated." Having to curb his magic autism so hard now.

". . . Blegh, okay, it's starting to wear off."

"Do tell, because I'm so curious ! Your magic; arcane, divine, occult, or primal ? Which tradition ?"

"Well, the spells I specialize in are destructive - lightning, ice, acid . . . I try to avoid using fire. Uhm . . . It can also be used to affect the mind, positive and negative alike. It's a lot to explain right off the cuff to a newbie. Also, I don't get the joke."

" . . . Thanks." He's been shitfaced enough times to know when to sip, not chug. " . . . Oof, much better. Thanks, again."

He leans against whatever is closest, mustering his sea legs to stay steady. "Mm. Not going anywhere. Nowhere fast, anyways . . ."

He lets her do so, the lean muscle comprising his body mostly slack. ". . . You are so lucky I don't get sick easy. Would've just. Barfed all over you right now, heh."

"Mmmhm." He's facedown on the floor.

"HOLY FUCK. I . . . I think . . . I am way too drunk." FWUMPH.

" . . . Sure ? I think everybody could benefit from learning a little bit of magical application, but my specialty is the arcane. So ! Ask away !"

" . . . Well, nothing worth doing is ever easy ! I'm also a pretty good teacher !"

"Mmmm, it depends ! It's a lot of mental work, sure, but some of it comes down to muscle memory. Some people also struggle to . . . Access arcane magic. Hm. Why do you ask, did you want to learn some magic ?"

"Mmmm . . . Big dude."

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