Return of the Mage

[ixis]

The stone tower has remained in its distant reaches of the Nexus, a constant looming landmark at the border of the Wilds. But its owner and inhabitant has been silent and missing for so long now, hasn't he? The only reassurance that he's not dead is the family that has made their home on the outskirts of the tower, tending to the chao and rebuilding their own life after fleeing Azeroth's Westfall. Only they have been graced with rare glimpses of the Mobian mage, who otherwise has locked himself inside, working obsessively on...something.

So the sudden pillar of smoke that rises from the landmark might be cause for notice, if not alarm. It swirls and grows, soon gathering itself into a singular column of dense smog and streaking towards the central plaza. And there in the middle does it descend, pulling its billowing shape into something more solid. The gruesome form it ends up taking is none other than the long-absent Ixis Naugus, jeweled staff in hand, cape pulled around his shoulders with his claw.

He casts a surveying look around, taking in the usual views and the present people. After doing so, his face splits into a toothy grin and he poses his question:

"Well? What have I missed?"

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[ixis]

Ixis Naugus frowns slightly at being turned down, even if for the moment. He's so used to being well in demand, or at least EXPECTS to be. Because he's that big of a deal, you see. But all the same, he nods once. "Understood, your highness. Any time you require consultation, my tower is where to locate me." He points in its direction helpfully, over towards the borders of the wilds. It's a pretty visible landmark from nearly all directions.

"As far as helping the good people of the Nexus, I had been speaking previously with one Jim Kirk. And while he's SLIGHTLY the reason that this latest invasion happened all, he's a fine one to ask about organizing more pragmatic means of assistance. At least they've already dealt with the removal and interment of the dead. What a fright that would have been to return to. And the smell? Vale's Bones."

[longclawed]

Jon can't even think to explain some of the people he's met here to the remaining men who he needs to fight an army of the undead. Wun Wun was a little easier, but even then there is a lot of discomfort with the Northern Men and Wildlings. Taking a deep breath, Jon looks up to Ixis.

"If things go bad, I'll be sure to ask you for help."

He rests his hand on the hilt of his sword, and he tries to think if he has ever met with Kirk. "I'll have to find him, and ask him if there is anything that I can do that can be of service to the people of the Nexus."