Magolor quickly learned that Marx was a chatterbox, and enjoyed sweets, alot.
"So like, this thing can just... make food?"
"Yes."
"... Can I... use it?"
"Sure! No need to ask. As far as I'm aware, she doesn't have a limit."
Marx paused, "She?"
"Oh! The Lor, she's alive, or at the very least sentient."
Marx stared at Magolor like he was crazy, "Alive? How's that possible?"
"Oh! She was built by the Ancients!" He said with a smile hidden behind the mask.
The jester sat there wide eyed, astonished, and a little bit terrified.
"The Ancients?"
Magolor tilted his head, "Uh, yeah... the Ancients."
"The same ones who built the Clockwork Stars?"
His eyes widened, the Ancients built Clockwork Stars? He'd only heard of them as things of legend, and to find out that they were made by the same people who've built this fine vessel, the Lor Starcutter? The same people who she thought he was?
Grabbing Marx by the sides, nearly screaming it him, "TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!"
Marx quickly learned that Magolor really, really likes history.
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The Story Of A Mage
FanfictionThis is a telling of Magolor's life, from start, to present. From where he was from, to his discovery of the Starcutter, to his rise to power, and his fight through hell. Also there's his story of how he met Marx. Quite a few chapters tell their tal...
