On some planet, permanently stuck in medival times, there was a town. Nearby this was a Tower belonging to once Master- Sorcerer Alexander Krieger, who now is banging his head on the wall, be it from bordeom, frustration or both. For you see Alexander was cursed, with like 4 curses, all created by "Holier than thou" Asshole Elf named Bob, who also stole all of his belongings, because he is a Jackass like that. Now Alexander waits for a miracle, someone who would be able break his curses and free him from his own home, which Bob turned into prison, again because he is an Asshole Elf with "Holier than thou" attitude......




(ooc: First one didn't worked out too well)

Fortunately, the 'wandering wizard' guise worked on virtually every inhabited planet one visited. Clothed in tattered navy blue robes with staff in hand and leather satchel at his side, Elias trudged through through a puny, mud caked village. Then again, village was a rather generous term for the place. It was little more than a cluster of short mud brick huts held together with small logs and roofs of thatched straw overlooked by a tall stone tower just a few hills away. The people looked a bit better, wearing relatively clean patchwork shirts and pants with a comfortable mix of greens and browns. Despite this, Elias' cheap rumpled synthetic robes still came out as a finer cut of cloth.

The people of the village eyed Elias curiously as he wandered down a wide half-muddy-half-grassy path through the center of the village, no doubt a highway that connected two of the major cities of the medieval world. Closer to the center of the village sat a building longer and taller than most of the mud huts, this one built of stone rather than mud bricks. Elias pinned it as the town center and entered the building, only to be greeted with a wave of heat and smoke which quickly cleared to reveal a group of people preparing what appeared to be a gigantic stew of some sort.

"What ya doin' here, weezard," One of the men snapped the moment Elias entered. Based on his hunch, beard, and white hair, Elias guessed he took the role of a village elder of sorts.

"I'm searching for new magic," Elias replied.

"De sorcerer's tower over yonder ees a place fer ya. Go there an' begone, we don't want yer kind here." The old man said while waving his hand in what was either a warding gesture or a command to leave.

Elias politely nodded his head and left the central shack and struck out towards the stone tower. The walk was short, no more than eight minutes with the eager pace Elias set for himself. As the wizard drew closer, the tower appeared to get shorter and shorter. Barely a few levels higher than what was possible with ancient medieval architecture. He knocked on the great oaken door and hoped for a response. If not, Elias could assume that the sorcerer who had originally inhabited the place was long dead and his research on magic was ripe for the taking.

No one opened the doors to the tower, it realy seemed like it was desreted, and if something is inisde this tower then it would be unguarded, but what Elias didn't know was the fact that the Tower wasn't deserted, owner just is too ocupuied with futile effort of destroying walls of his tower, with his own armored head

"I guess no one's home," Elias muttered to himself, stepping back from the inhumanly massive oaken door. It had held up surprisngly well despite being exposed to what Elias assumed were decades worth of weather, which also meant that the former inhabitant of the tower was a reasonably talented wizard. Also meaning there had to be a leftover book or two that would come in handy for magic learning and such. But that also meant there were probably wards in place, so Elias stepped farther and farther back until he reached a comfortable distance away from the door. Hopefully far enough to conjure a barrier against any flesh eating curses the dead wizard had placed on his tower. 

Elias raised his staff, calling magical energy coalesce into a an invisible and intangible whirlpool around the amber crystal on top until enough energy had been gathered that he would be able to conjure a reasonably powerful defense should his plan go awry. Elias then lowered the tip of his staff towards the door and released a lance of of pure kinetic energy right into the center of the door, intending to smash it to pieces or at least blast the lock open.

Well Elias had out done himself, for the door were blown out of their hinges, making a loud *Thud* when it fell down. Before Elias could even go inside he could hear someone screaming
- GOD FUCKING DAMN IT,

Then Elias could hear a rattle of metal and chainmail, and soon enough he could see a man judging from voice wearing very elaborate armor which brimed with magic
- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE
Armored being screamed at Elias

Eias let out a yelp of surprise as some kind of heavily armored warrior clambered down the stairs, shouting obscenities as he charged down a set of wide stone stairs, apparently something the man needed since he was wearing what Elias assumed was far too much armor for normal wooden stairs to hold, which also meant that the man was likely the ancient sorcerer who had supposedly inhabited the tower long ago.

"I'm a wandering wizard in search of new magic," Elias replied once the other sorcerer's shouting had worn out, "I thought this place was abandoned, otherwise I would't have knocked down your door." The wizard raised his staff in a two handed defensive grip ahead of him while facing the sorcerer, prepared for a fight if the guy decided to not find any reason in words.

- Mhm now would you be so kind to get of my property?! I ahve enought mages stealing my SHIT you hear?!
Then Alexander turned his back to Elias and when he just started to move up the stairs he sighted heavliy
- Sorry, just ehm come inside i just just just ehmmm
He the went up the stairs

"Okay?" Elias replied simply as he stepped over the door and into the sorcerer's main parlor, confused as to whether or not he should proceed. It was apparent that the sorcerer was fairly talented in whatever magical arts had been developed on his planet, yet for some reason, Elias couldn't feel the same sort of energy flowing through his soul. It confused him greatly to say the least.

"Say," Elias began as he followed the armored giant up his stone stairs, "Why haven't you left your tower in the last forever?"

After the other sorcerer's metaphorical explosion, it was no wonder that magic barely flowed through his soul. The guy was so irrationally angry all the time not even one of the most basic energies in the universe wanted to obey his command. Though it still didn't deter Elias' curiosity.

"So," Elias replied calmly after the Sorcerer completed his rant, "Was it some kind of curse that keeps you here?"

"An Elf named bob huh?" Elias said mostly to himself, "And you can't leave this tower until a curse is broken." Elias turned a few thoughts over in his head. Hopefully, this guy had a few tomes on handy magic Elias didn't yet know. Or maybe a trick or two that he hadn't thought of before. "Say," Elias piped up after a few seconds, "If I help remove the curse binding you to this tower, would you be willing to share a bit of magical knowledge?"

"Tossing around insults isn't the greatest way to get anyone to help you," Elias said flatly as he followed the armored sorcerer up the wide stone staircase. The guy rambled on for a bit longer before accepting the deal. "Yeah, and my name is Elias, wizard extraordinaire" He spread his hands and gave a graceful bow. "Now then. What's your name and the nature of your problem?"

- Well I let you see it for yourself
Soon after he said that he and Elias stoped climbing the stairs and went to room that was larger on the inside than outside, like you could stuff here quite nice labarotory, kitchen bedroom and living room,bathroom, it even had second floor but there was one problem, it was completly emty, there was nothing, no shelves, no beds no chairs no books, there wasn't even a bucket for wastes
- Guess what happened dear sir and who did it...

"You already told me," Elias responded flatly, "Some elf guy named bob swooped in and stole all your stuff while you were blackout drunk or something like that."

Despite that, the place had been kept surprisingly clean. Elias' eyes couldn't spot a single scratch on the stone walls or any speck of mold or dust on the floor. 

"So," The wizard continued, "How am I supposed to help you? I don't have all that much experience with curses and all."

Elias cringed inwardly at the sorcerer's words before starting towards the stone staircase.

"Why would you be reading a book like that out loud," Elias asked as he started strolling down the wide stone stairs, "And for that matter, why would you bury a book in the back yard? More importantly, where did you put it?"

By now the armored sorcerer's ramblings had descended into what more or less resembled insanity. Elias shook his head and circled around the tower as the sorcerer rambled on. It was weird, really. No sorcerer in their right mind would read an obviously magical book out loud without trying to detect a trap first, much less a sudden demonic summoning. There were so many precautions the sorcerer could and should have taken, yet he completely ignored it and paid the price. Moreover, Elias was starting to question why he was even bothering to help the guy.

Elias grumbled as he circled behind the tower, quickly spotting the stone the sorcerer had mentioned earlier. The wizard whispered a word and pulled together a bit of magic. The ground shifted and rumbled for a moment before a perfectly preserved tome sat on top of a fresh pile of dirt. Elias picked it up and carried it back to the sorcerer in his tower.

"Is this the book you were looking for," Elias asked while waving it in the air, "I'm afraid Curse Breaking For Dummies isn't exactly the most reputable source of magical information. Are you sure it has what we need?"

"You're not making any sense," Elias replied flatly as he leaned as comfortably as he could against one of the tower's cold stone walls. The uneven bricks pressed into Elias' upper back as he flipped through several pages of basic introduction to the concept of attaching enchantments to objects and people without any visible anchors. "I can't imagine anyone will be able to break that curse on you with little more than basic information." Elias continued browsing through the pages as he spoke, finally reaching a chapter on the introduction to curses. "I've gotta say, there isn't a whole lot of usable information in here," he breezed over a few chapters, "No wonder I haven't heard of this book before. It's hardly usable." Elias flipped to the final chapters, this time reading the magical equations more closely.

Several minutes later, Elias drew a stick of chalk from his satchel. "I've got some kind of idea how to take out the curse. Stand in the center of the room and explain the exact nature of this curse in as much excruciating technical detail as you possibly can. Any fuckups are more than likely to cause you to implode."

He goes to that circle and starts talking
- Well let's start with one that keeps me inside of this tower, basicly it creates a form of invisible "barrier" around my tower, so that no matter through what hole in this building I would try to escape, curse would be triggered, this curse basicly kills me if I leave this tower, by way of puking my innards out

"Alrighty then," Elias said as he completed a wide chalk circle around the Sorcerer. "Looks like we'll be tackling this one curse at a time. The wizard produced a salt shaker and water gun from his satchel and began sprinkling both around the room and over the Knight's armor. Elias closed his eyes and mumbled an ancient Wiccan hymn under his breath, attempting to disperse the vastly irritating negative energies produced by the Sorcerer's angst. No spell would be able to work with the sheer levels of negativity the he was producing anyway.

"Anyway, I think you've given me enough to work with. I somewhat understand the cause of the spell, petty malice if I'm correct. And now I know the effect." Elias began scratching runes and arrows of chalk around the outside of the circle. "Hopefully, I will be able to dispel the effect of the curse in this general area, in which case you won't have to worry about it so long as you never return to this place."

Elias took up his staff and held it upwards in both hands while sitting crosslegged, facing towards the circle. He started chanting again, and a pearly white light began glowing from the amber crystal at the tip of his staff and the white chalk he had scratched from the floor.

- Sooooo ehm can we go to another curse or is it not done yet? You know I have still around 3 more or 4 more curses on me right now, and I wasn't outside this armor and tower for around 2 years now and, you know I am geting slighlty imaptient

Alexander said while taping his foot on the floor