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*Discovered the lake in one of his few wanderings from the bar out of boredom or curiocity...and his gaze is drawn to the display of magic and music, tilting his head ever-so-faintly. Magic...to music...now there was something he had never thought to try... Leaning heavily against his staff he watches, studying the patterns and basking in the feel of the power in the air. In his senses it fairly crackled with energy. *

He weaves the globes in intricate patterns, faster as the music moves faster too. There is a pattern that rises and seems to quicken and the globes get brighter then dimmer to the beat of the music.

All his attention is bent on the task as he bends the power to his will.

*Although he would never admit it aloud, he is awed by the strange display of magic conjured by this white-robed figure of his past and present homeworld. Fingers curled around his own version of that self-same staff he leans against it, more or less holding himself upright as golden eyes follow the globes in the air. He doens't speak so as not to interrupt Magius' concentration... As a fellow mage he understands the focus one must have...especially for new magics. *

Finally the magic and music reach a crescendo and there is a flash of purple-silver light. Magius sinks to his knees as he stares at the ground before him, where sits a shimmering blue stone, like a small star, that glows in the light of day.

Magius rises slowly and takes out a piece of silk and picks up the stone with it. He places the stone within his pouches and then turns. One eyebrow goes up as he sees Raistlin, but he is unfazed at his appearance. Magis isnt a secret, even one this powerful.

"Greetings and Good Afternoon, Raistlin."

Greetings to you as well Magius. *his voice is particularly hoarse today and so he keeps the volume low. * I might ask what curious power was this I just witnessed but I fear the explanation may be complicated. *he had watched as Magius picked up that little glowing "star" of a stone and put it in his pocket. * Magic...to music...the combination had never once occured to me but it somehow makes sense...

Magius nods, seemingly tired but standing normally.

"I only learned of it here. On another world, Elves weild musical songs as weapons and creations. I found a book on it in the library and studied it for weeks. It is... complex in the extreme, but, it is effective. It takes some effort but it also magnifies that effort and gives extra weight to whatever you are casting. All in all, a very useful kind of magic."

he nods simply.

"And how goes your day?"

*Tucks that information away...he thirsted for the knowledge these books in the library offered the promise of. He would seek it out soon enough. *
It passes much as the rest do...ever constantly forward.
*He inclines his head slighlty glancing to the slightly taller man. *
Perhaps a place to sit would be a better place for conversation hm?

"Indeed. "

Magius waves a hand towards the Restaurant, and begins to walk that way.

"There is much to study here, and more to learn. Even though, it would be hard to take some of it with you."

*Raistlin turns to head back toward the restaurant as well and he contemplates quietly how any of this knowledge may aid him in his quest for more power. *

I had wondered what would become of the learning I gained here when I returned to Palanthas...if it would remain in my mind or vanish with this place until I returned.

*Glancing to Magius he watches the mage for reaction to his comment. *

You are from Krynn...have you returned there since you came here?

Magius shakes his head.

"No. I was sent here by Paladine and Solinari. They simply told me to go and learn and grow. I imagine they will either call me back when they want me , or they will leave me here. Either way, they have spoken to me twice in dreams."

He cocks his head.

"I think... some remember, and some forget their knowledge. But I was referring to something different."

He gathers his thoughts.

"The musical magic I learned is from another universe, Raistlin. Which emans it fucntions here because that universe's thread is connected to this place at the End of All. It is improbable that it would function in our home universe unless there was a major artifcact from that world present."

Naturally...there are reasons that I have never seen magic of this sort on Krynn...

*Raistlin nods thoughtfully and ponders emperimenting a little. *

I wonder what force brought me to this place...was it by accident or was there some fate involved? An interesting thought...

*Taking a ragged breath he slides his gaze to Magius again as they walk side by side. *

Certainly at no other point in time would I have any interest in hearing what a white-robed follower of Paladine had to say.

*Raistlin smirks faintly. *

Magius grins.

"I have walked the outcast's path, Raistlin. Whether I wear white robes or not, my words carry that experience. And that is why I am here, perhaps: to teach, to learn. "

he shrugs.

"And mayhap you will learn something that will change your future. Nothing is ever written in Mithril."

So they say at least.

*He cannot help but feel just little bitterness at Magius' claim. What would one so pristine and seemingly wise as this man know of being an outcast...but he swallows the bitterness like a pill for now. There was far too much yet to learn to start making enemies of potential teachers now. *

If there is anything yet that I have learned about the ever constant flow of time...it is that nothing is ever certain. Which would explain why I am still standing does it not? They claimed I would die before I came of age.

*Narrowing his eyes he glares at nothing. *

And yet...here I am...more powerful than those who came before me.

"Indeed. Tiem itself is... different. And here, there is yet another chance. There are not just duifferent universes, there are alternate universes. Which are ones in which the same people exist, but things go diferently. You may learn things here and change your destiny as well as that of your world. And create an alternate universe, new to time."

He grins.

"There is always a chance."

*Raistlin looks up to Magius then and he raises a brow just faintly. *

Alternate universes...infinate chances. Who knows...perhaps I may even decieve my own fate mm?

*he chuckles quietly but his breath catches in his throat a moment, that familiar sensation of suffocating seizing him for a brief moment as he coughs, stopping to lean heavily against his staff and fishing a well used cloth from a deep pocket of his ebony robes, his entire body seeming to crumple. *

Magius watches and speaks a Word and his hands seem to glow.

"Do you wish solace, Raistlin?"

*He raises a hand, fighting for breath a moment as the coughing eases, the fit slowly fading again, knuckles of his other white as he clutches the staff and he masks his weakness with arrogance, pressing the cloth to his lips a moment before shaking his head. *

I do not need pity. I am fine. Shall we inside?

*Speaking in a raspy voice he steps away from Magius stubbornly and makes his way to the doors, already producing the little pouch of herbs for his tea. *

((I need to head to work. Blah. See you later perhaps!))

(ooc: okay!)

"I did not offer pity, but so be it."

He follows Raistlin and heads for a table, waving at a waitrat to take their orders.

"Red wine from Palanthus."

*Raistlin sinks into a chair leaning the staff against another nearby. *

Hot water...please.

*He adds as an afterthought, opening the pouch containing the herbs and dumping them into the steaming cup. He is silent for a while letting it steep before raising his eyes to Magius again. *

It is purly reaction...everyone is so eager to pity the weak...forgive me.

Magius nods.

"No need for forgiveness. It is not easy to realize that someone means somethin new whn all you have heard is one response."

Magius sighs.

"I was granted some small power of helping. It cant heal truly, but it eases people for an hour or so. The Gods are soemtimes... wry in their gifts."

He smiles in interest at the tea,

"What kind of tea do you use? I am hardly an herbalist, but all things related to magic I am interested in."

*Raistlin looks to the tea steeping in his cup a moment. *

It was a recipe given to me by Par-Salian. Therer is...I think...lemon peel, mullein...angelica and orange peel. Also a little burdock and coltsfoot. It...helps.

*He shrugs faintly and sips at the tea. *

((Getting a little squished in the corner.*L* ))

"Good. "

Magius nods quietly.

"Milliways can be a true solace to mnay. Perhaps in your studies you will achieve a way to succeed in all your ends."

Perhaps.

*he nods faintly and closes his eyes a moment. *

My ambition is to succeed where most believe I would fail. I will prove my worth to those nonbelievers.

*Glancing up again to the white-robed mage he tilts his head. *

What is your story then Magius...how did you come to be here and why? You mentioned it was the will of Paladine but for what reason?

"I have seen what is written of my life, but there is far more that is not known. After my frist death, the Gods came unto a pointwhen they kenw the Catqclysm must happen. They needd a mortal chalice to hold the secrets of magic uintil the timeof testing was over and thus they ressurrected me. But kept me sleeping. Ever so often they needed a tool, a person to do their taska nd so they woke me and sent me on a mission here or there."

Magius grins.

"And then, years later, they woke me with a fresh body, as you can se, and told me:'Go, Learn, Study, Grow.' and that is all. "

He shakes his head.

"I am here and I do all three. I know not when or if they will summon me, but i do as they bade me."

*Raistlin snorts faintly. *

A tool of the gods...left to do as they tell you to do without knowledge of when or what they will want of you. I much rather enjoy being the master of my own destiny.

A small smile rises on Magius's face.

"And how are you sure that someone didnt plan what you are doing?"

He raises an eyebrow in question.

"Nonetheless, I find my life to be a good one. And with opportunities as never before."

*He has no reply for that question. There was no way he could know whether or not his destiny was not the dream of some god. Sipping his tea he just shakes his head slightly. *

Must be nice. *The bitterness in his tone is difficult to disguise but he shrugs then and leans back. * I shall make my own opportunities.

"Indeed. I am sure that you will. "

Magius rises.

"Success and long life, Raistlin. You deserve both."

He bows.

And I shall have both.

*he smiles ruefully then and looks up.* Good day Magius.