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Anger flashed in Memnarch's silver eyes. He slammed his hands against the ground. Two 20 foot tall metal walls rose up, trapping everyone in the alley. "We're trapped. With this much metal around us, any attack against me would be suicide. So I will start this out calmly. My name is Memnarch. I am an artificer and an alchemist. Now, if we could all calmly explain our selves. I can sense strong levels of mana in all of you. So please, tell me about your selves." He said, laying a hand against a metal wall, ready to thrust a spike from the wall or shoot of shards of it in self defense.

Memnarch sighs. "Stupid green mages, " he says under his breath. The out loud he says, "I apologize...I am stressed...I'm such a loner, my people skills are quite poor." He lowers the other wall back into the ground. "You, black mage! Release your spells. I am willing to make a truce. I merely ask why so many people capable of channeling mana are gathering here." He turned to Matt. "Do you have somewhere we could stay while we get aquanted? Do not worry about Bosh, he shall hide in the woods."
Bosh nodded his head...well, he kind of bowed forward in what could be considered a golem style head nod. He wasn't the most flexible being in the world.

He stood there, powerless. Mana around him, bah. He could only draw mana from the lands in his deck. Without that he had no way to defend himself except for futile punches and kicks, which would only get him killed. What he wouldn't do to be able to summon a creature to protect himself with, or a weapon. He spoke quietly. "What the hell is going on? First I see weird stuff, then Bosh, a creature from a card game appears, and now I'm stuck in an alley full of people that can do weird stuff and actually cast spells from the game. Please say this is all just a very bad dream."

"Um... what are you talking about? I was just headed home and ducked in here because I saw the fight that was going on." God he hoped they would let him go. He'd have to start carrying his gauntlet now, but it'd be weird at work so he'd have to come up with an excuse there... maybe he broke his arm and it was a special kind of cast or something. Hell if he knew. All he knew right then was that he had to get outta there and fast.

"Fear? Why would I fear someone that just cast a Black enchantment, a guy that has a real golem and made huge metal walls, and another that turned those walls to dust? Fear... no... I'm far beyond that."

((Varentill, what exact spell did you use? The enchantment was placed on Bosh anyways.))

Memnarch shook his head and chuckled, "I understand that things seem a bit weird right now...but worry not. There are much scarier things in this world than two summoners and an alchemist/artificer. If you feel the need to be alone to digest this information, then by all means go. But I would feel safer if you let someone accompiny you. Hold on one second," Memnarch said. Reaching into his trench coat again, this time he reached into a different pocket and pulled out a Magic card. He glanced at the art and put it back away. Then he clapped his hands together and placed them on the ground. Using a combination of his gauntlets, which he was still wearing, and some transformed earth he managed to create a myr. He placed his right hand on the myr's head and said, "Awaken." The myr began to move. "It's nothing much, just your common Silver Myr. If you need blue manna, I imbued enough in him that you can draw some out of him. He'll listen to anything you tell him to do, but he's also telepathicly linked to me, so if you're in trouble, I can come help you." Memnarch said as he pointed to Matt. The myr walked over and bowed to its new master.
Bosh turned to Varentill. "It is nice to meat you. My name is Bosh. I will be glad to aid any friend of Master Memnarch," the golem said.