(( Time to add some more RP ))
The brown cloaked man stumbles down the muddy plains, hand in pain from the feather which was still stuck in and mentally scarred by the horror he just remembered. An issue the Guardian of Fauna had, no matter what world (or at least he thinks) cannot materialise animals out of thin air - there must either already be animals for them to fully express their power over animals or they must use evil, disgraceful methods to create them.
Throughout history on several planets mysterious and creepy, typically old, people would talk about magic. Of course, since there was obviously a Guardian of Magic, they were true. How they found out? Not many know, many believe it was just tales passed down generations by the very first humans on the planet who witnessed the Guardians work their powers, including the arcane. Now... as everyone knows, due to the Guardian of Darkness, not all Guardians are good and not all magic Guardians were good either. They would not follow the norm of good or neutral but would follow the dark paths, blood magic.
Obviously, although bad and not advised, blood magic had it's pros and cons (the most notable con being the fact you had to sacrifice blood!) and amongst those list of pros there was also transmutation, turning one thing into another. Is this possible with other kind of magic? Perhaps, but they had to be from spells which only people with lots of arcane knowledge could compose but creating animals or any living being was very, very high tiered, something only people with natural magic in their blood could do really.
Unfortunately Fauna was not new to these methods as he had just learnt in the reminder he had just had. Unlike before though, this time Fauna didn't need to just make one or two - he needed to make several hundreds and then they could develop the species by themselves! Armed with some basic knowledge of blood magic Fauna only knew a few things: You need an altar, a weapon to sacrifice blood in and several ingredients (including a sacrifice) Now this wasn't going to be easy, Fauna knew next to nothing, from what he could recall, about blood magic! He accepted the sad truth in which he would need help and there was only one person: The Guardian of Magic, or as Fauna liked to call him, the Guardian of Fancy dress. Now, this Guardian wasn't evil nor seemed to dabble with dark magics at all so getting the answers out of him wouldn't be easy.
Calm and focused Fauna knew he had to get the answers out of 'Magic', whether willingly or forced however, like his knowledge of Blood Magic, Fauna knew nothing about the Guardian - not even his name! Fauna contemplated his ingredients. Altar? Hm, he could make a basic one out stone from the cave and perhaps the red rock from the portal... Chalk was also necessary but several other things would help boost the process. A basic blade could be made from stone. Ingredients would change for different things. A sacrifice... the only option was himself unless he used another Guardian but he wasn't evil.
It wasn't going to be easy but if he didn't do this then he would be useless in this world. The hairy Guardian knelt down and splashed water on the dirt, turning it into mud and then burying the feather. The top of the feather was visible which would mark his new place of operations. Scared, confused but determined, he walked back to the cave with a clear vision in his head. He had to, he just had to.
(( oh snap ))
