//Independent Danny Sexbang rp blog.
I am not Leigh "Danny" Avidan, nor do I truly claim to be, I'm just a fan.
Unlike some of my other blogs, this one exists purely for the sake of fun and crack and stuff, and I'll get on it at my own leisure and stuff.
Pay No Attention to the Wizard in the Bushes
A king hm? Coming this far from home to seek out the wisdom and power of the great Wizard that dwell here? That did seem like desperation— or necessity. However Daniel wasn’t without a rational ear, and he motioned back towards the cave behind him. He’d hear out the man before telling him no.
There’s a little snicker and he shakes his head, “What do you expect to be able to pay the Wizard in, Your Highness? He has no need for coin or goods. He doesn’t deal in payments anyway. He’ll decide whether or not you deserve to receive what you wish or not.” A breeze rolled by, and the Wizard let out a faint sigh. Honestly that was the one downside of living up here, the light chill, he’d do something about that, but he knew how many other factors that’d mess up for the wildlife nearby.
“Come inside, there’s a kettle on the stove, and it’s chilly up here, we wouldn’t want the king to catch his death.” With that he returned inside, and took the kettle off the warmer and poured himself a cup. There was always the chance that whatever the king wanted the Wizard might not have been able to provide, and he just hoped King Gaving had prepared himself for that fact.
“Why have you sought out the Great Wizard?”
He’d have insisted he could have given up anything at all, really, nothing short of abdicating the crown, but it seemed like it would have been in vain to do so and he kept his mouth shut in the end, only nodding. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Okay.” He almost wanted to remark that it would probably take a lot more than the cold to do him in but really it was too chilly for his tastes and he’d have been stupid to do anything to jeopardize the offer. And a place inside might be a place closer to a meeting with the wizard, and he really could use a good cuppa, so he followed after eagerly. It was the next question that took him off guard, though – he struggled to put together an answer, something that wouldn’t sound stupid or selfish, knowing that was the last kind of a thing the other would want to hear out of a prospective client. Eventually, and with reluctance, he conceded.
“I want to know if he can bring the dead back to life. Not— not necromancy or some foul curse or something but alive.” His voice cracks on the last word. “It’s only two people. So it’s not a lot. But I’d do anything.”
Pouring the next cup for the king he set it on the table, and let himself fall into a seat. It was unusual to have company after so long– especially someone he’d never met prior to today. Leaning his staff against the wall, he motions to the other chair across from him. "Please, make yourself comfortable.“
It wasn’t a selfish quest, not entirely anyway. The thing is though, even while knowing of spells that had the capacity to bring someone back from the dead, the cost for it would take a long time to prepare, and even then it was only a maybe. It was a task he wasn’t sure he could complete, but if this person was patient, he could try. At this point though, he would do it or he wouldn’t, trying wasn’t an option in resurrection. There was also the part where a number of factors must be brought into consideration– for instance if one person just reached the end of their life span and died of old age entirely then it was said to be impossible.
Sipping from his cup and leaning back in the chair, he mulls over the words again, and his own knowledge of different spells and incantations. The part of him that still wanted to be human was screaming that it wasn’t right to cheat the Gods this way. Lucky for the king however, when you grow to be over two millennia old, that part gets quieter and quieter.
"How did they die?”
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“What you’re asking is not easy, I’m sure you’re more than aware of that.” Lightly he sipped his tea again, and hummed...