RAGNAR
Mage Sight: Peripheral
Active Spells: None
Conditions/Tilts: None
Health: LLLLOOOO I WP: 0/4 I Mana: (7-1)/10 I Wisdom: 7
Beats: 2/5 I Arcane Beats: 2/5
Active Spells: None
Conditions/Tilts: None
Health: LLLLOOOO I WP: 0/4 I Mana: (7-1)/10 I Wisdom: 7
Beats: 2/5 I Arcane Beats: 2/5
Ragnar walks over to the fallen man and kneels down beside him. He has no idea what's wrong with him. He seemed a little roughed up, but did he faint from nerves or injuries. His brows furrow as he considers the question before him, and whether he has the tools for the job. Fate and Time won't do it. I need Life. He has only touched Life once, when he opened himself to it it through his Sight. He reaches out for it again, using the same logic he did when he had used previously. Just as all things are bound to each other by the threads of fate, tugging on each other and altering the trajectory of their probabilities... all living things are connected to each other through trophic interactions, exchanging energy and chemicals through the endless cycle of life and regeneration.
He places his hand on the man's chest. And he opens himself to magic, and turns his attention to Life, an art as fickle and mutable as Fate. He begins lightly drawing the flat of his knife over the man's body, tracing the path of his veins and arteries to and from his heart.
Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work, and the spell eludes him. Ragnar shakes his head in frustration.
"Lynx, wanna take a look at him for me? I tried myself, but I lost the spell." He looks at the others: the younger man, Phoenix; and the Vietnamese man, Moonstone. "I'm Ragnar. The big guy over there is Lynx, and this guy here is Mathias."
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