[Cool, sure, it's fucking battle city in the forest, that's fine, he can totally work with that and isn't at all about the lose his godamn shit because he's a single wizard without any back up. That's not at all how this is supposed to go, but Taako luckily is adaptable, even if his internal monologue is just a whole lot of cussing and complaining.
All he has is a wand, but that's all he really needs to fuck some shit up. At one point, thick black tentacles rise from the ground amongst the trees, grabbing the soldiers that Taako lured down that way, battering them against each other until they stop moving. Other times there's lightning arcing across soldiers, or fireballs burning them up. He's still not entirely sure about this whole thing, but that doesn't mean he can't pick who the bad guy is, and fuck them up.
Downside: he's also dressed in red, though his is a simple robe over his regular clothes and the ensemble features a wizard hat rather than some kind of armored helm, but he's still a little way about someone mistaking him for an enemy.
(Not enough to take off the robe, of course. He doesn't want to lose it, not when it's a good way for the rest of the IPRE to immediately spot him.)]
☂ temple
Alright thugs, move outta the way, Taako's here to save the day from whatever the fuck you're burning over there.
[He's in the process of not so gently ushering someone away from one of the cooking fires, taking their spot instead as he surveys the supplies in front of him.
It's, well, it's not the greatest, but he's used to working around limits like this and all he has to do is draw out his wand and start casting. Whatever he can't find at hand is transmuted from pre-existing ingredients, usually nothing too dramatic, but he does turn a handful of leaves into a few cloves of garlic because there's some things he refuses to cook without. Whatever he's making smells amazing, whether it's something wrapped and set in the fires or cooked in a pan. At some point he even whips up a cobbler, baked in a pot, because nothing cheers people up like dessert.
His daemon, shaped like a mongoose, sits comfortably on his shoulder during the process, occasionally scampering off to fetch Taako something, though he doesn't need that much assistance.
Whenever someone approaches, he greets them with a simple:]
Grab a plate, sit your ass down, and let cha boy change your life.
taako ☂ the adventure zone
[Cool, sure, it's fucking battle city in the forest, that's fine, he can totally work with that and isn't at all about the lose his godamn shit because he's a single wizard without any back up. That's not at all how this is supposed to go, but Taako luckily is adaptable, even if his internal monologue is just a whole lot of cussing and complaining.
All he has is a wand, but that's all he really needs to fuck some shit up. At one point, thick black tentacles rise from the ground amongst the trees, grabbing the soldiers that Taako lured down that way, battering them against each other until they stop moving. Other times there's lightning arcing across soldiers, or fireballs burning them up. He's still not entirely sure about this whole thing, but that doesn't mean he can't pick who the bad guy is, and fuck them up.
Downside: he's also dressed in red, though his is a simple robe over his regular clothes and the ensemble features a wizard hat rather than some kind of armored helm, but he's still a little way about someone mistaking him for an enemy.
(Not enough to take off the robe, of course. He doesn't want to lose it, not when it's a good way for the rest of the IPRE to immediately spot him.)]
☂ temple
Alright thugs, move outta the way, Taako's here to save the day from whatever the fuck you're burning over there.
[He's in the process of not so gently ushering someone away from one of the cooking fires, taking their spot instead as he surveys the supplies in front of him.
It's, well, it's not the greatest, but he's used to working around limits like this and all he has to do is draw out his wand and start casting. Whatever he can't find at hand is transmuted from pre-existing ingredients, usually nothing too dramatic, but he does turn a handful of leaves into a few cloves of garlic because there's some things he refuses to cook without. Whatever he's making smells amazing, whether it's something wrapped and set in the fires or cooked in a pan. At some point he even whips up a cobbler, baked in a pot, because nothing cheers people up like dessert.
His daemon, shaped like a mongoose, sits comfortably on his shoulder during the process, occasionally scampering off to fetch Taako something, though he doesn't need that much assistance.
Whenever someone approaches, he greets them with a simple:]
Grab a plate, sit your ass down, and let cha boy change your life.
[He's a bit smug.]
☂ wildcard
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