//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
“Thank you,” Gavin replied, settled down in the seat across from the other. He’d intended to cross his legs, maintain formal and guarded posture, but he easened up fairly quickly once he had the tea in his hands and the cup to his lips. Hot as it was, there was nothing quite as comforting as a good cup of tea.
“They were killed.” It’s a short answer but it carries a lot of weight and takes a lot of effort to get it out, but he manages. “Same person responsible both times, unfortunately.” And both times a bloody vie for the crown. It definitely wasn’t one of his favorite points in history. In fact, he generally tried not to remember, but thinking about it – worse yet, thinking about the circumstances, thinking about how quickly a close friend could turn traitor at the prospect of glory and gore – makes him sick to his stomach.
“Does that— does it change anything?”
“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 slightly. "Nor is it anything like what the Wizard has ever performed. So you’ll have to be patient while he gathers things together for it.“
He sat up once more, before rising to his feet. "It matters plenty. Grabbing a soul back is difficult according to my books, and if they had simply died of natural causes that would have been impossible, their souls would have been too faint to draw back, but with someone who’s been killed… Depending on the condition the body is in, and if we have access to it, putting the soul back and making sure everything is perfect will be easier. Or more difficult.” Grabbing his staff once more, he sets his cup of tea once again aside, and sighs.
“I am the Wizard you have sought out, Boy. What you’ve come to ask me is the hardest feat I can think of off the top of my head. So you must be patient with me about it. Do you understand?”
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?”
Pay No Attention to the Wizard in the Bushes
“Ahh.” Disheartening, to say the least, but it was a start none the less. No doubt any help the wizard kept around would be comparable in power and stature. And if they couldn’t help him, surely they’d call in the figure he’d sought initially, right?
“My name is Gavin Free Ramsey.” He’d kept the surname he’d created for himself in his clanless years but these days he donned the title of the clan he’d been adopted into proudly. He owed it, in his eyes, to the late first king. “Fourth king of Rerbum. I wanted to see the wizard and ask if he could do something, if he’ll have me?”
It felt like such an incomplete inquiry, like he should be saying a little more to get the privilege of meeting such a prominent figure, and he throws the next part out on a whim, suddenly unpoised and self-aware. “You can tell him I’m willing to pay him. Anything, really.”
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?”
The Legend of the Unicorn Wizard
“If it had been, you could have killed me last night.” She told him casually, as she rode casually on the horse, feeling his hands tighten on her hips when she had leaned back. “Aren’t most men now days?” She offered, glancing over her shoulder before chuckling. She tapped her heels against the horse a little more, getting him into a bit of a trot so they could cross through this denser area of the wood a bit quicker. When they broke through the tree line and moved across the meadows, she let him slow to a steady walk.
“No King, I’m a matriarch. I haven’t found someone worthy to become King and even if I had, I couldn’t trust him in a position like that.” She said with a small shrug. “Besides, no one’s proven themselves worth my time.” She said before pausing, Brooke didn’t want to say that he had, but it was obvious that he had. After all she was personally taking him home, and made a deal to bring him herbs twice a month.
“I like to think I’m a special case though. Being the greatest wizard to ever grace this land.” He boasted with a nearly completely joking tone. That was clearly something he didn’t entirely feel confident in saying, since unlike most legends portrayed him as this perfect unbeatable figure, but he too suffered from self esteem issues about all he could do, and his capacity for failure.
“Except me for three days of your time and a couple of times a month to bring me herbs and fungus.” Daniel said back in a snide tone, grinning faintly. She probably thought he wouldn’t notice that, but he was one of the most acclaimed minds in a long time, one must be sharp witted and perceptive to earn that right.
Pay No Attention to the Wizard in the Bushes
Stories of the wizard were common knowledge throughout most of the kingdoms, but in Rerbum - especially when you were as well versed in mythos and lore as the king - they held the greatest prominence. Anyone who wanted anything came to him. In theory, at least; too many lacked the courage to actually brave the journey and as far as Gavin understood it, those who did were far and few between.
That did not, however, stop the king; he’d been on his own for far too long for comfort and he had things to ask for he was very nearly willing to give up the whole kingdom for and if, he figured, anyone was going to help him, it was the wizard.
Having left his horse tethered up some twenty yards down the slope, he made the rest of the trek on foot up the rocky side of the mountain to where, if he was correct, the wizard resided. And he was only proven right. Clearing his throat, Gavin straightened his posture, smoothing out the front of his shirt and trying to present himself with the most humble disposition he could muster up.
“Depends – are you Daniel Y. Sexbang? The, uh— the wizard?”
A good seven out of ten times someone had climbed these mountains in search for the Wizard King, they sought tutelage, and desired nothing but power. He despised the greed and darkness in the hearts of those who wished only to conquer– it was one of many reasons he found himself secluded from the rest of the world. This man was more difficult to read. That could have been a good thing, but it could be bad too. It would be best to learn more about the stranger.
His dark eyes size up the king who had clearly traveled far in search of the wizard. The rare occurrence that someone dared to seek him out did not mean they were instantly rewarded with whatever they wanted. Only those whom he deemed worthy were rewarded what they sought out. Whether or not this young man was worthy was still in question.
“Am I the wizard? No. I’m one of his aides, with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”
It was a blatant lie, but the wizard didn’t like unwelcome guests a lot of the time– especially if their goals were much less than pure. The Wizard leaned on his staff, and tried to remember the last time someone had tried to get something from him. As he remembered it was a mad man who wanted to control all he saw, and wanted to use the Wizard’s powers to do it. Was this man anything like him?
The Legend of the Unicorn Wizard
She didn’t mind his hands on her waist to be honest, it was kind of unexpected but didn’t bother her at all. She nodded and walked slowly, leaning forward across the saddle after she was done with her apple, handing the core to the large horse. It was a slightly awkward position to be entirely honest. He stopped briefly, taking it and chomping it down before shaking his head happily and clopping forward again.
“I didn’t consider you a threat because if you really were, you would have simply cast a spell or incantation to escape. But you didn’t. You could have but instead of setting my castle on fire and escaping in a grand burst of flames.” She said with a soft laugh, readjusting herself back on the saddle. It pressed the back of her shoulders into his chest as she shifted a little but after only a moment. “Besides, you haven’t proven that you are harmful so far.”
“That’s true I didn’t, but it could have been a trap, I mean you never know.” Of course he wasn’t a threat– not actually anyway. He didn’t have any plans to wipe out a kingdom, assassinate a gorgeous queen, or make any enemies. What he went out for this week was ingredients, something he got plenty of. The fact he met her, was at this point just a bonus to the whole thing, she proved to be increasingly entertaining.
“I’m a lover not a fighter, unfortunately.” That was nearly a blatant lie. It was more to– once again– hit on her. When he felt her press back against his chest though, he cleared his throat and felt almost forced to hold onto her hips to keep himself from falling off this time. It was an oddly comforting feeling that filled his gut, and he let out a faint sigh. "So, if you’re a Queen, where is your King? Or do you have one, Your Majesty?“
The Legend of the Unicorn Wizard
She nodded, rolling her bedroll up and stuffing it into the saddlebag before dousing the fire with his assistance to be sure there was no unintentional forest fire. Brooke saddled up Sherlock, got things ready to go and after swinging up onto the beast, she offered her hand out to him, allowing him to settle in behind her. She had gotten the most comfortable saddle she could find to help the trip. She knew that it was still uncomfortable for him.
“Would you like something to eat? I brought fruits and a few dried meats, a loaf of bread.” she said as she shuffled through her satchel. She retreived an apple for herself, waiting to see if he wanted anything before she re-attached it to the saddle and gently clicked her tongue, tapping Sherlock’s wide sides to get him walking. She ate her apple quietly, feeling him pressed against her back. It was an odd feeling, she hadn’t been close to someone this way in a while. Yesterday was just as odd and she still hadn’t quite gotten used to it.
When he got onto the back of the horse behind her, his hands lightly latched onto her waist for a brief moment so he didn’t fall off, before he secured himself another way, and he quickly apologized, “Sorry.” It was weird riding on horse back and this close to another human being. It wasn’t something he minded really, especially being so close to her, but he didn’t want to make the situation anymore uncomfortable than it had to be.
“No thank you, I’m not hungry.” He waved a dismissive hand, and leaned back on the massive horse. This trip would be boring if they didn’t talk about anything along the way though, so he decided to make some conversation out of the other day. "So, you released me because you said I wasn’t a real threat to your kingdom, what made you come to the conclusion I’m not a threat?“
The Legend of the Unicorn Wizard
She had quite the sway over her guards, especially her soldiers considering she had been a high ranking guard prior to her advisory position. However, she knew where there was smoke there was fire, and she could be betrayed at any moment. She slept through most of the night, tucked up under that fur lined coat. Almost with a faint child like appearance.
The sunrise woke her though and she shifted, lifting her head long enough to have her hair mouthed on by the black beast of a horse she had named Sherlock. “Okay okay I’m up. Beat it.” she grumbled, pushing the creature away as it snorted and wandered back over to the patch of grass it had been grazing on the night before. “Bloody animal…” she rumbled before rubbing her face and looking over. “Good morning.” she greeted gently.
Finishing up what was left in his pipe, he slipped it back into cloak and rose to his feet. "Good morning your Highness.“ He grinned and rolled up his bed roll and returned his staff to his hand. The night went by like the blink of an eye, and he was ready to get a move on now. He was an impatient wizard and much like the common saying that a wizard is never late he arrives precisely when he wants to, Dan had the habit of wanting to show up precisely when he wanted. In some cases it was earlier than he was supposed to.
"I think we’ve better start to get a move on once more, we’ve only got so much more day before night falls once more.” Despite his constant flirting too, he was afraid to get too close to her too, he didn’t want to have another friend– or perhaps even more– that he’d have to watch grow old while he stayed the same. It would be agony, and to be honest she was growing on him too much.
The Legend of the Unicorn Wizard
“My people trust me.” she told him with a careful nod, smiling before looking up at the sky casually and dropping back to finally lay down across her bed roll, her cloak over her shoulders. “I’m sure you would Sir Daniel.” she chuckled, tucking her hood up over her head and crossing her arms across her stomach.
“For now though, we should get some rest, tomorrow will be a long day of riding again.” Dodger admitted. She was slowly dozing off under the stars, listening to the fireplace crackle. When she had fallen asleep, a small noise left her lips as she rolled to her side, pulling her cloak tighter around her and bringing her knees up. She didn’t sleep in the most royal or elegant fashion, in fact she seemed like she was more wrapped up in the fetal position then anything.
“Fear has a lot of power more than you seem to realize.” All joking aside, even though he’d only just met her, seeing the way her soldiers treated her was a bit disconcerting to a degree. However it was not his place to say anything for all she knew he was just some suave and perverted wizard who had no right butting into royal affairs of a kingdom he was not a part of.
“Goodnight, your highness.” Oh, he’s tempted to say something about riding and long days, but boy did was he sure to use his self control and to shut up before he said something stupid. He didn’t sleep though, he sat and stayed watch, made sure no one attacked them, and kept the fire maintained and kept it from spreading. She was awfully cute when she slept though, very un-royal, but very cute. When the sun rises once again, he’s sitting comfortably on the bed roll, a pipe between his lips, and his eyes still locked on the fire.
The Legend of the Unicorn Wizard
“I am sure my land would thrive on, my adviser is more then capable of taking over should I ever decide to step down or fall in battle.” Dodger said with a dip of her head before she reached out and once again rested her hand on his mane of dark curls. “I will bring whatever you need, simply make a list before I leave.” She told him as she attempted to smooth his hair down. Perhaps it was a fixation she had from her other form. Or maybe it was just that his hair was such a mess it was enticing to touch. Either way she retreated her hand for a moment and rubbed her cheek lazily.
She had turned pink at his comment about her looks, he certainly came off with the personality of a member of clan Sexbang but she wasn’t sure she trusted it just yet. After all, any suave wizard could claim it. “I hope so, I’m eager to see your power.” She said with a little smile and leaned back on her hands again, curling her tongue against the corner of her mouth.
“Be careful though, Your Majesty. An ruler who’s absent for too long accompanied by their fear could end horribly.” He smiled at her again though, he had a feeling if she put her mind to it though, she could be one of the greatest rulers her kingdom has seen. He’d be more than willing to help her with that, since a lot of the time he had nothing better to do. He didn’t seem to mind the faint grooming though, not that it did too much to his unkempt hair.
The grin stretched wider, and he leaned back as well, “Oh my Queen, I’d be more than happy to show you my full power any time.” Maybe he should cool it on the hitting on her, perhaps he was laying it far too much on the heavy side. Though, she hadn’t said anything so he assumed it was fine.