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[Yoink]

"Highness?" Trubaldsome wore a puzzled frown as he listened to King Erik, goblet forgotten for the moment.
"I am not sure I quite understand... I have not had any man of Kaguro's silenced, to my knowledge. And I find it quite hurtful that one as wise as yourself would for a moment suspect me of lying... But I digress," He waved a hand, towards the door through which Erika had earlier disappeared.
"I am merely acting on behaf of your Cousin. She has not informed me of every terrible detail of what happened, and I would never think of asking about such things. By all means, ask her yourself." He then spread his free hand helplessly, glancing about the court wide-eyed. "And forgive me, please, if I know little of the ways of soldiers. I have had the merest glimpse of such matters in my years, and most of which has occured since I arrived in this Kingdom." He shook his head in bewilderment, reaching back for his goblet. "And forgive me if I find the killing of women a shocking thought," Although he spoke the lasty quietly, mostly to himself as he took a deep drink.

Trubaldsome denies, buys time and misdirects, whilst appearing to be a naive, pampered noble, innocent as a new-born lamb.

[Knave]

The Grand Master had been too busy trying to destroy the demon's host with flame to notice the incident with Taric's healers. The flames had made quick work of the body and he finally allowed himself to relax and release a deep breath. Turning back he noticed the medical procedures. Walking over he frowned and grumbled, “Make sure he doesn't die.” motioning to a nearby guard, he continued, “Get a cart or a carriage, get Sir Taric back to the palace.”

The guard nodded and quickly ran off to do the Grand Master's bidding.

The Grand Master then went to address the growing crowds, making his way to the town square he rose atop a wooden soapbox to address the people of Sheepstead.

“People of Sheepstead! Hear me! My name is Knavston Black, Grand Master of the Burning Circle. You probably have heard the commotion, or seen the destruction. Or at least heard the rumours. Let me tell you, a vile mage attempted to kill the King in his very own palace earlier. Though many brave soldiers are dead and the King himself was hurt, the vile heretic was no match for the King's own blade. But rest assured, the King is alive and healthy! The mage unleashed a vile godless demon to bring fear into our hearts. But the mage did not count on the bravery of the Proud Sir Taric, who slew the beast at great personal risk to himself. He sent the creature back to the under dark where it belongs. I ask that you keep Sir Taric and the King in your thoughts and prayers and wish them a healthy and speedy recovery! Know that you are safe and the mage has been neutralized. God and King Erik will protect you!”

Assure the crowd that the King and the town are safe and that the Demon will not come back to harm them.

[Ochita]

".. What kind of healer has bags that aren't clearly labeled? If you couldn't make that antidote on time.. Anyway, with rest, I think he'll be okay." The now not hooded man uses his cloak and hood as comfort for the injured man. He also takes time 

Later, at the hearing. The man is now just wearing a serviceable set of clothing, which places him as middle to upper-class.

Spoiler: Description and background stuff (click to show/hide)

The man is around 24 years of age, and he has  a normal frame, showing that while he doesn't do huge manual labor all of the time, he still works. He introduces himself as Ochita, and he comes from a nearby barony, which is of no interest. He is the son of a minor noble, and so he was taught manners and several subjects, of which concern fencing, climbing, basic herbal usage and manners from an early age. He recently left his home, and he decided to come here.

Ochita asks to become an advisor to the current king.

[NoahTophatz]

Having rested The Ztah finish crossing the mountain [3]

[micelus]

(( Ive been away for 9 hours and now I cant post my whole epic hatcuri magic/summoning sealing techniques. Well I do have other ideas...Also, Itiuem can I mention sentient creatures that are now extinct?)) Locanil was amazed at the foolishness of the guards, the hatcuri look nothing like demons! the hatcuri have spent the last three milleniums actively fighting any demonic presence in the reachable parts of the world and capturing and sealing the idiotic mages who thought they could gain power and wisdom from consorting with such foul things. What had happened in the court room proved that; the demon was released and a human juvenile was killed, if he had acted he could have saved the boy's life and banish the demon, the guards got in the way though.The king also seemed to have ignored him and the residents of the town seemed to be of the intolerant and foolish type; right now he was stuck in a dungeon under the castle. Idiots were these humans...He spotted the jailer coming for his rounds" You human, deliver this note to the king and you will be gifted with treasure great""Eh? Why should I be trusting a demon? And what is this treasure of yours anyhow?"
"I'm not a demon human, I hatcuri. You've never seen my kind because we live on the far south of here. Ask one those desert raiders or a trader at a port, they would have encountered my kind in their travels. The reward is the gift of knowledge; reading and writing I can teach you, with that, you could be a great merchant or noble."

Action Convince guard to bring note to king [4]

The Note:

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Oh great and gracious lord of these lands,I am Locanil. I am a hatcuri and I am a chronicler. I wish to serve you and record your reign. By recording this knowledge, You shall be known forever throughout history. I am also an acolyte of my gods specifically, Oritziem, God of all Learning.With the proper reagents, Aid can be gathered from the spirits and gods. They are nothing like demons my lord, at most spirits will play pranks and try to live a mortal life and only a fool would allow them to dwell on the moral plane for long periods of time. If none of this convinces you lord of my good intentions then I shall mention this: I know ways to create areas where magic cannot function. All I would require is a good team of engineers, laborers, and an ample amount of funding. I am in your dungeons, placed there by your guards. They meant well, but I cannot serve you down here.
From your most loyal servant,
Locanil[/color]

The magic system of hatcuri magic (( If this seems overpowering I'll make it more dangerous to use))

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Magic
Abilities: Asking aid from the hatcuri spirits and gods. Often in form of Summoning or Possession or just advice.
Power Sources: Sacrifices  (varies from bread to corpses)
Direct Costs: Sacrifices to gods or spirits (varies from bread to corpses)
Consequences: Spirits may decide to give false advice or if brought to the mortal plane, not follow the orders of the applicant (what they do depends on what kind of spirit they are ex. a spirit of books, war, humour ,etc). Gods, if ever summoned, will destroy the whole region just by entering. Mostly by accident
Social Costs: Hatcuri don't really mind except if one try to summon a spirit of war, hatred, thievery, or the like. Humans however fear the mere thought of summoning spirits due to fears of them being able to easily break loose and because most of them have no idea what a hatcuri or a spirit is; usually first reaction when seeing the hatcuri rituals are a mob of peasants led by the local clergy/nobles. The spirits usually don't care if they are contacted or not; they only care if they were forcibly returned to the plane of spirits and only personally.

EDIT: Got rid of the inappropriate Bold font, and put a roll on.Edit Edit: ((Clarifications. For most spirits extremely expensive or rare reagents are required. The ones that require more common reagents such as hearts, brains, etc. Are not asked from at all since it would just as bad as consorting with demons. Also the spirits requiring bread are really really stupid, weak, and unloyal)

Another Edit: ((Added a little more to the note. If too OP just say so.))

[micelus]

Sorry for double post.

[King_of_the_weasels]

((For the love of god why did you post in WHITE))

Hide away in the bed I woke up in, pretending to be none the wiser 

[micelus]

Sorry, but my background is black , it looked ok to me. I'll change it now.

Cant get all of it to black. Sorry

[Terenos]

((Nothin quite like sitting down and reading some epic narrative while I eat some delicious stirfry. Good stuff so far.))

To keep my hand in on events, Terenos gets fitted for a suit of armor. during some down period.

[King_of_the_weasels]

((You for some reason head to a barracks, were asking for a smith, you find me, Mahtan.  Who jumps at the chance to design your armor!  Needless to say the steroid it steady pumps into your body causes you to explode, oh well))

[Terenos]

((Nawh knowing my luck i'll somehow use it to destroy ten regiments, and ride away to Elbreth with another great story. That said, stay away from my armor.))

[King_of_the_weasels]

((Once I'm free from any contracts were gonna adventure and have hijinks))

[Little]

((Once we save Miring, hijinks must abound. Drua needs maps, and herb-related 6s are too fun to pass up! ))

[King_of_the_weasels]

((Since Terenos is not Kanguro or Yoink's guy, that makes him the only guy besides the king who probably won't want me around, who would be willing to take me in.. and thus... HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIJIIIIIIIIIIIKS))

[Terenos]

((Ironically if I continue being Elbreth's go to assassin,I would have a lot of need for an alchemist. So..yeah. Damnit!
Next up, On Days of Elbreth, What happens when a nobleman and an alchemist are forced into partnership together. Drama! Intrigue! Very fine hats! You'll laugh, you'll cry.))