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Jack Young ([info]catalyst) wrote,
@ 2012-04-08 17:32:00


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WWII
Hans had been been working in a small village outside of Munich with the German resistance. He had not been in German since after WWI which had been for a short while to help out his home country a little. But he knew he needed to be here to defend the home he loved from this darkness that had over taken it. Little did he known that he was going to find something even more dangerous than soldier with a gun. Not much of a match for an alchemist of his skill.

But the Thule Society was another thing entirely. They knew some powerful magic and most of it was very dark. Darker than even the Fuhrer knew and Hans could not let them continue. He had been very careful about keeping his identity secret and his magics strength hidden. The resistance didn't know what he could do either but they did know he got the job done and that he had something against the Thune.

"Good news my friend," The local resistance leader who looked about Hans' age told, "We had word of a valuable shipment being delivered to your friends the Thune. I thought you might like to make it disappear."

"Yes I do like the sound of that," Hans says, "Just tell me the route and I'll take care of it."

"Along here," He says pointing his finger along a route.

"That shipment will never reach it's destination."

A couple hours later Hans was hiding in the bushes near a small road in the mountains up to one of the castles the Thune like to use.

He could hear the caravan of cars and the truck before he saw them. Placing his hand on the rough and beaten road preparing a work of alchemy pouring a bit of his aura into the road. He waited for the caravan to get up to him and for the truck to be almost directly ahead of him before striking.

The road softened to the point so that the tires of the vehicles began to sink into the road and once they had sunk in enough he made the road ridged and solid like it was before trapping the caravan in place.

There were a few curses in confused German and people got out of the cars to investigate what was going on. There were maybe ten of them and all armed with guns except one of them. The others did not worry him too much as long as he was smart about all of this but the last one seemed like he might be a high ranking member of the Thune which meant some powerful magic.

Deciding it would be best to take out the guns before dealing with the rest stretched out his will to transmute all the gunpowder nearby into sand. He could feel it getting to him doing these works like this.

Coming out of the bushes Hans spoke, "Looks like you are having car troubles."

"And I guess you are the source of them," The unarmed one said taking lead them waving his hand detecting the magic in the air, "Shoot him now."

Pointing their gun at him to fire they found their guns not firing.

"What's the matter shooting blanks," Hans says touching the ground again, "Let me know you how to really fight." With that the road burst open as Hans created a thick forest around him tapping into the dead growth underneath the road.

The trooper were all knocked out or trapped by the rapidly growing forest but the leader created an aura of fire around him burning away at all the plant growth.

"You will find me not so easy to beat," The leader says throwing a fireball at him, "Your master has trained you well but he should have come himself to fight me."

"And you don't know who or what you are dealing with," Hans says barely rolling out of the way of the fire ball. He than cause the ground under him to liquefy like quicksand trapping him up to his head in the earth.

Getting up on his feet he gave the leader a savage kick to the head knocking him out as he got the to the back of the truck.

It contained a manege of mystic artifacts that didn't really surprise him which he would make disappear. But the book did surprise him. It was one of Famel's journals that he had lost. A prize great and more dangerous than they probably knew.




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