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Started February 11, 2020 by Deleted user

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"I really don't know where this 'Godfather' is! But I can figure it out though. We just need to get supplies to do so."

"How 'bout we just wait for them to attack us again, then grab one of them," Rig said, standing stiffly and dusting off his hands. He winced as he moved, stretching out his sore bones. "Then we'll find out where he lives, and then we can go get him."
As he twisted, he heard his spine give a loud crack, some of the pain fading. Ouch, nonetheless, he thought ruefully.

"Or we can just do a relatively simple spell to find out where he is?" Vozreal suggested.
"By the way, this will with your pain," Vozreal said as he handed Rig a pill.

Rig took it suspiciously, looking it up and down. "Okay, well, if you know how to do that, go right ahead I guess. What…is this thing?"

"Its medicine, for your pain. It'll take a minute to start working. Here, swallow it with this," Vozreal said as he handed Rig a bottle of water.

Rig smiled and shook his head, handing the pill back. "Thanks, but no offense, I don't think I really trust you yet. I'm not about to eat something from someone I don't know very well. I appreciate the thought though."

"Sounds good to me, anyways, lets go find the supplies! We need a few herbs and such, then we need to get 5 candles," Vozreal said calmly as he grabbed his stuff.

Heaving a great sigh, Rig shouldered his backpack. Magic. He'd never been a huge fan of it. Truth be told, he didn't understand it, and was a little suspicious of it.
But, whatever. For now he'd follow Vozreal's lead on this one.

Vozreal went out to the store in the town that they were in. After 20 minutes, Vozreal came back.
"That was easy," Vozreal said.
Vozreal set everything up. He began chanting
"Volo ut reperio a Patrinus," was repeated 5 times. A portal to where the Godfather was was shown. He was in Weraq ne of the more known towns.
"Found him. He's in Weraq. Thats about 80 miles from here, or about 7 days on foot, taken into account sleep and such. Magic is great."

Rig raised an eyebrow, but shrugged good-naturedly.
"Whatever works for you, brother. But…lets walk, if you were planning on just magicking us there. I'm too old for that kinda stuff."
He squinted off at the rising sun, then shrugged again. "But I'm gonna get a horse. Been meaning to for a while now. You can wait for me or go with, up to you."

"I can wait, also I can't magick us up there, that's beyond my skill set," Vozreal said as they walked to the stables.

"Great. Glad we're on the same page there." Rig hailed the woman selling the horses, and began talking to her, following as she led him through the stable.
The whole process took a couple hours, Rig carefully considering each horse presented and trying a few out before finally settling on a liver chestnut gelding. The horse was huge, a Suffolk punch, which was promptly named Celine.
"Okay," Rig said as he swung up into the saddle. "Let's go. Unless you want one."

Vozreal whistled loudly. A black horse with grey eyes that could pierce someone's soul could be heard prancing towards Azrael. It was frightening to behold. It was a beast. The steed was huge, easily towering over a grown man.
It arrived.
"Hey Marker, how you doing?" Vozreal said as he got on.
"This horse is actually my good friend Azrael's horse. She's the Angel of Death. Anyways lets go!"
And so they went.

"Angel of death, huh?" Rig asked with another raised eyebrow. His punch was about the same size as Marker, and he gave the horse a pat. "Don't you worry Celine, I'm not trading you out anytime soon, unless you tip me off on purpose or something."
He let Vozreal take the lead; the man seemed to know where he was going, and he didn't have any desire to jockey for position with two horses that didn't know each other.

"So, have you wooed anyone in the past? Don't answer if you don't wanna." Vozreal asked to make small talk.

Rig laughed a little, tilting his head as he thought.
"Ehhh, here and there, nothing serious. Usually just one-offs, I don't stay in one place too long. I did have someone, once, but circumstances made a relationship unrealistic." He shrugged. "She's still way up north."

"Cool. Personally I've only been in a relationship with Satan herself, and even then, it was purely romantic. No naughty things happening here."
Vozreal chuckled.
"Favourite colour?"

"Oh, pink I guess. I think it's pretty, and I never saw much of it up north. The sky sometimes, but I always thought that was the most beautiful thing. How about yourself?"

"Pink, huh? Never woulda thought. Personally black, or crimson, like my eyes. So… Where do you coume from?"

Rig tilted his head. "Why would you never have thought pink? It's a lovely color. But to answer your question, up north, like, in the arctic regions. It's a tough environment, but I like it."

"Because you seem very manly and sometimes pink is associated with non-manly-ness. I come from Tartarus."

"Weird," Rig said with a shrug. "Never heard of that place, where is that?"

"Below Hell. What is YOUR purpose in life?"

"Jeez dude, you're really pulling out all the stops here, huh? Don't really know if I have one, I'm just here and livin'." Rig said, raising an eyebrow at his companion.

"I just like to get to know people, you know? I mean this trip's going to take 5-7 days," Vozreal said.