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Peiter looked down at the ball of light in his hand. "Um, well...I can charge magicka better than before. I think I know how to make it into restoration energy now, probably. I think I just need a bit of a review of what we went over last time; something about lifeforce, I think?"
Eyeing the dagger with a slight amount of anxiety, Peiter rubbed his neck before returning eye contact. "Say, which of us to you intend to cut with that knife?" He asked. It was not as if he was afraid of minor wounds, but he did not yet trust his own ability to control his own pain.
Ma'tanza nodded in agreement, her expression becoming more relaxed as her fears seemed to have been reaffirmed with Tzirret's answer. "Ma'tanza thinks you may be right. Fighting like that is not what Ma'tanza has been trained for. She would probably just end up getting in the way. S'nishi is a strong warrior, in every sense of the word. She has been fighting for the clan almost as long as we have been with it, and she has hardly ever been hurt. At least not badly. This one is sure she'll be fine for the attack. If the Orcrest clan is well-equipped, she'll be able to get even better armor. In sieges and other big battles, Senche are often covered in plates of metal and chainmail if they're going to be leading a charge or anything. She'll be able to help your friends, and the rest of the clan, better than Ma'tanza ever could."
Eyeing the dagger with a slight amount of anxiety, Peiter rubbed his neck before returning eye contact. "Say, which of us to you intend to cut with that knife?" He asked. It was not as if he was afraid of minor wounds, but he did not yet trust his own ability to control his own pain.
Ma'tanza nodded in agreement, her expression becoming more relaxed as her fears seemed to have been reaffirmed with Tzirret's answer. "Ma'tanza thinks you may be right. Fighting like that is not what Ma'tanza has been trained for. She would probably just end up getting in the way. S'nishi is a strong warrior, in every sense of the word. She has been fighting for the clan almost as long as we have been with it, and she has hardly ever been hurt. At least not badly. This one is sure she'll be fine for the attack. If the Orcrest clan is well-equipped, she'll be able to get even better armor. In sieges and other big battles, Senche are often covered in plates of metal and chainmail if they're going to be leading a charge or anything. She'll be able to help your friends, and the rest of the clan, better than Ma'tanza ever could."
Peiter grinned as well, placing his hands on Sabine’s hips as he leaned into her kiss. “Well, I suppose we couldn’t really do a sword lesson in here, and it would be nice to actually have some light.”
Slightly reluctantly, Peiter pulled back away from Sabine and sat up straight. By this point, they had been practicing long enough that Peiter could actually cast simple spells, though with no small amount of concentration. He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, then charged as much alteration energy as he could through his hand in front of him. Eventually, the magic coalesced into a stable ball of magelight. Granted, it was dimmer, and would be shorter lived than anything Sabine could create, but it did completely illuminate their small tent.
“That’s better. So, what first?” Peiter asked.
Ma’tanza nodded briefly before looking down. ”Yes, we have spoken about it. Neither of us really know what is going to be asked of us. If our clan’s warriors are joining in the attack, then S’nishi will definitely be there, but it is not so clear for Ma’tanza. This one is a combat mage and knows how to fight. She is still an apprentice to her mentor, but she has been training for years and is hardly a novice anymore. She is just as good, or even better, than some of the clan’s other combat mages. But…Ma’tanza isn’t officially one of the clan’s protectors. She never intended to fight for a living. This one may be ordered to join the fight, but she could also have a choice for what to do.”
Looking back up, Ma’tanza stared into Tzirret’s eyes with no shortage of uncertainty. ”If Ma’tanza does have a choice, what do you think she should do? Should she join S’nishi in the fight, or stay back in safety and help heal the wounded? This one knows you don’t want to decide for her, but she does want your advice.”
Slightly reluctantly, Peiter pulled back away from Sabine and sat up straight. By this point, they had been practicing long enough that Peiter could actually cast simple spells, though with no small amount of concentration. He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, then charged as much alteration energy as he could through his hand in front of him. Eventually, the magic coalesced into a stable ball of magelight. Granted, it was dimmer, and would be shorter lived than anything Sabine could create, but it did completely illuminate their small tent.
“That’s better. So, what first?” Peiter asked.
Ma’tanza nodded briefly before looking down. ”Yes, we have spoken about it. Neither of us really know what is going to be asked of us. If our clan’s warriors are joining in the attack, then S’nishi will definitely be there, but it is not so clear for Ma’tanza. This one is a combat mage and knows how to fight. She is still an apprentice to her mentor, but she has been training for years and is hardly a novice anymore. She is just as good, or even better, than some of the clan’s other combat mages. But…Ma’tanza isn’t officially one of the clan’s protectors. She never intended to fight for a living. This one may be ordered to join the fight, but she could also have a choice for what to do.”
Looking back up, Ma’tanza stared into Tzirret’s eyes with no shortage of uncertainty. ”If Ma’tanza does have a choice, what do you think she should do? Should she join S’nishi in the fight, or stay back in safety and help heal the wounded? This one knows you don’t want to decide for her, but she does want your advice.”
I do also acknowledge that E'docsil is not spelled correctly in my post, but it's because Ssarak was just hearing it from Grey's thoughts.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose - Catacombs
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Ssarak was at the head of the group of Naga, along with Grey, as they advanced towards the group of students. Given that the matriarch was not especially quick, Ssarak could not charge as quickly as he would have liked, but that did allow him to observe the situation they were advancing into in greater detail. His fellow students were in the thick of combat with yet another group of ridge hounds. He intended to provide relief for them, but in his current state of awareness, he was able to see when another danger presented itself. The snow elf, Aramir, stepped out an alcove and raised her bow well-above the level of the ridge hounds. It was pointed at him, or at least, at one of his allies near to him. He did not have time to think about why, or wonder if she was even going to fire. The only reaction he had was one driven by training. His shield was already raised, and he was already in the front of the group, so he was in a position that he need only move a small amount to place himself in the way of where she appeared to be aiming. As a heavily armored soldier, he had been trained to fight on the front lines, and to use his shield and the steel covering him to protect his allies from anything it could stop, such as the arrows from a shortbow. Fortunately, he also had Grey’s assistance in defending against the arrows, so he was not alone in protecting the Naga.
After the arrows stopped, Ssarak picked up on a few curious thoughts from Grey, followed by a message. ”E'docsil? A shapeshifter? Where did you see it?” He asked telepathically. However, their mental conversation was cut short by a roaring voice behind them. Not long after Aramir shouted out about Tyrael’s orders, the demonomancer himself evidently appeared behind them. However, with Grey’s warning about a shapeshifter, he attempted to prod Tyrael’s mind, and to his surprise, he did not find the powerful wards he was expecting. Rather, there were no wards at all. He could read into his thoughts, and was free to use his abilities against him. It was something that immediately lent Grey’s warning credibility, as any of the college’s teachers, especially a demonomancer, should certainly have strong wards. There were several conclusions Ssarak might have drawn from this, but Grey’s suggestion was perfectly possible. Not to mention, while Ssarak’s first glance into “Tyrael’s” mind revealed thoughts that seemed consistent, it did not make sense that Aramir, who was in front of them, would have orders from Tyrael, who was behind them.
Seeing as he had the ability, Ssarak first decided to give Grey assistance with his initial charge with a simple, but disruptive illusion in the form of an intense, bright light in the center of “Tyrael’s” vision. From there, he sent a message to all of the allies present whose minds he could access, even Baulder. ”No! that is not Tyrael, and that was not his order! It is a shapeshifter; a facsimile. Protect the Naga from the hounds, and the pretender.” He “shouted” telepathically. Of course, he did not know entirely if his words were true, but it was probable enough that he could be confident saying it. Baulder was the one who had first accepted the order from Aramir, so Ssarak stood at the front of the Naga, ready to guard against him if he refused to listen. Once he was sure that the other students would help, he could give more direct aid to Grey.
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Ssarak was at the head of the group of Naga, along with Grey, as they advanced towards the group of students. Given that the matriarch was not especially quick, Ssarak could not charge as quickly as he would have liked, but that did allow him to observe the situation they were advancing into in greater detail. His fellow students were in the thick of combat with yet another group of ridge hounds. He intended to provide relief for them, but in his current state of awareness, he was able to see when another danger presented itself. The snow elf, Aramir, stepped out an alcove and raised her bow well-above the level of the ridge hounds. It was pointed at him, or at least, at one of his allies near to him. He did not have time to think about why, or wonder if she was even going to fire. The only reaction he had was one driven by training. His shield was already raised, and he was already in the front of the group, so he was in a position that he need only move a small amount to place himself in the way of where she appeared to be aiming. As a heavily armored soldier, he had been trained to fight on the front lines, and to use his shield and the steel covering him to protect his allies from anything it could stop, such as the arrows from a shortbow. Fortunately, he also had Grey’s assistance in defending against the arrows, so he was not alone in protecting the Naga.
After the arrows stopped, Ssarak picked up on a few curious thoughts from Grey, followed by a message. ”E'docsil? A shapeshifter? Where did you see it?” He asked telepathically. However, their mental conversation was cut short by a roaring voice behind them. Not long after Aramir shouted out about Tyrael’s orders, the demonomancer himself evidently appeared behind them. However, with Grey’s warning about a shapeshifter, he attempted to prod Tyrael’s mind, and to his surprise, he did not find the powerful wards he was expecting. Rather, there were no wards at all. He could read into his thoughts, and was free to use his abilities against him. It was something that immediately lent Grey’s warning credibility, as any of the college’s teachers, especially a demonomancer, should certainly have strong wards. There were several conclusions Ssarak might have drawn from this, but Grey’s suggestion was perfectly possible. Not to mention, while Ssarak’s first glance into “Tyrael’s” mind revealed thoughts that seemed consistent, it did not make sense that Aramir, who was in front of them, would have orders from Tyrael, who was behind them.
Seeing as he had the ability, Ssarak first decided to give Grey assistance with his initial charge with a simple, but disruptive illusion in the form of an intense, bright light in the center of “Tyrael’s” vision. From there, he sent a message to all of the allies present whose minds he could access, even Baulder. ”No! that is not Tyrael, and that was not his order! It is a shapeshifter; a facsimile. Protect the Naga from the hounds, and the pretender.” He “shouted” telepathically. Of course, he did not know entirely if his words were true, but it was probable enough that he could be confident saying it. Baulder was the one who had first accepted the order from Aramir, so Ssarak stood at the front of the Naga, ready to guard against him if he refused to listen. Once he was sure that the other students would help, he could give more direct aid to Grey.
Thought so, just checking.
Hey @Freeshooter92, when Grey said to the front, did he mean the side with or without fake-Tyrael?
Kaleeth appeared rather uncertain, but nevertheless, calmed herself after a few moments of deep breaths. She still seemed nervous as she looked at Janius, but nevertheless, she suddenly put her arms back around him and rolled over on top of him. "I think I'll be fine. Just...grab it if I start clawing at you or something."
Peiter adopted a similar posture to Sabine, and allowed his head to rest on top of hers. While it was better than worrying about the storm, the topic the conversation had shifted to was hardly pleasant. "I don't know if that makes it easier or not. I don't know that we have killed anyone you could call innocent, but the fact that it's a possibility has kept me up at night before. Honestly...I don't know if I'm cut out to be a soldier. I can do the work involved; I'm getting better at fighting. Just being a guard would be great; I could protect people, and know that if I have to fight someone, it's definitely someone that deserves it. With war, though, I don't really know who my enemy is."
Peiter brought up one of his hands and rubbed his head. "Maybe it would be best not to think about this. I'd rather not keep us both up tonight with guilt. Let's try to think positive. What do you feel like doing?"
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Ma'tanza looked around uncomfortably following Tzirret's mention of the attack on the stronghold. "Ma'tanza doesn't know what she is going to have to do. With the attack, that is. This one is a mage, and she has been trained to join the warriors. She doesn't know if she will need to be in the fight as well. S'nishi will be, and Ma'tanza wants to help protect her sister, but...she also is afraid. This one has been training for it, but she has never been in a real battle before. She would be more comfortable being a healer for the wounded. She also hopes you don't have to fight either. This one does not want to have to worry about you getting hurt."
Peiter adopted a similar posture to Sabine, and allowed his head to rest on top of hers. While it was better than worrying about the storm, the topic the conversation had shifted to was hardly pleasant. "I don't know if that makes it easier or not. I don't know that we have killed anyone you could call innocent, but the fact that it's a possibility has kept me up at night before. Honestly...I don't know if I'm cut out to be a soldier. I can do the work involved; I'm getting better at fighting. Just being a guard would be great; I could protect people, and know that if I have to fight someone, it's definitely someone that deserves it. With war, though, I don't really know who my enemy is."
Peiter brought up one of his hands and rubbed his head. "Maybe it would be best not to think about this. I'd rather not keep us both up tonight with guilt. Let's try to think positive. What do you feel like doing?"
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Ma'tanza looked around uncomfortably following Tzirret's mention of the attack on the stronghold. "Ma'tanza doesn't know what she is going to have to do. With the attack, that is. This one is a mage, and she has been trained to join the warriors. She doesn't know if she will need to be in the fight as well. S'nishi will be, and Ma'tanza wants to help protect her sister, but...she also is afraid. This one has been training for it, but she has never been in a real battle before. She would be more comfortable being a healer for the wounded. She also hopes you don't have to fight either. This one does not want to have to worry about you getting hurt."
Not quite. It goes a bit deeper than that.
Kaleeth lowered her head nervously. "Oh, um, well...I just...I know it's stupid but..." She began, though she was having trouble saying anything coherent. Eventually, she took in a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "I can't get away from it. Ever since those fights on the ship, I can't escape the fact that I like to fight. You know how I've been feeling aggressive, ever since I was turned? You know how it hasn't really gone away fully like it does with werewolves? Having those fights was satisfying, but I think it made my beast more bold. More active. I've always done my best to suppress it, but I thought by giving in, just occasionally, I might figure out how to live with it better. But now, every time I get really emotional, I feel its pull stronger than before."
Leaning her head back, Kaleeth gave a sigh. "The worst part is, I do think it worked in a way. Every time I transformed since then, I've felt more...in tune with my beast. I felt like I could understand it better, and I was in better control, but it's also made me feel it stronger in my normal form. When I started thinking about going farther just then...I could feel it. It wanted to fight, to struggle. It didn't want to kill you or anything, but...it didn't want to be gentle. I didn't want to hurt you, so...I wanted rope. I'm sorry I haven't mentioned this yet, I just didn't want to worry you. I'm sorry." She repeated.
Peiter nodded. "It's been dangerous. I think I've mentioned before about how I really don't like the danger. My kind of adventure would be like climbing a tall mountain, visiting an exotic city, or finding some kind of natural wonder. Hunting exotic animals could also be enjoyable, but killing people, that's not my definition of adventure. The people we've killed...I can't help but to wonder how many really were worshipers of Vile? I know they were all working for them, but how many were just mercenaries on another job? I'm just afraid that not all of the people we have killed, or will have to kill, are deserving of it."
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Both Ma'tanza and M'ibasa were easily enthralled enough by Tzirret's tale to keep them interested for the hour it took to tell it. Most of the events were not about Tzirret himself, but it was an interesting story all the same. By this point, M'ibasa no longer needed to be held by Ma'tanza to feel safe, so he was able to sit by himself.
"You all went through all that?" M'ibasa began, now genuinely wide eyed as he looked up at Tzirret. "It sounds like your prid- uh, pack, has been to Oblivion and back. Are you going to stay with us after we get to this other clan? I'd want to have a break after all that."
Leaning her head back, Kaleeth gave a sigh. "The worst part is, I do think it worked in a way. Every time I transformed since then, I've felt more...in tune with my beast. I felt like I could understand it better, and I was in better control, but it's also made me feel it stronger in my normal form. When I started thinking about going farther just then...I could feel it. It wanted to fight, to struggle. It didn't want to kill you or anything, but...it didn't want to be gentle. I didn't want to hurt you, so...I wanted rope. I'm sorry I haven't mentioned this yet, I just didn't want to worry you. I'm sorry." She repeated.
Peiter nodded. "It's been dangerous. I think I've mentioned before about how I really don't like the danger. My kind of adventure would be like climbing a tall mountain, visiting an exotic city, or finding some kind of natural wonder. Hunting exotic animals could also be enjoyable, but killing people, that's not my definition of adventure. The people we've killed...I can't help but to wonder how many really were worshipers of Vile? I know they were all working for them, but how many were just mercenaries on another job? I'm just afraid that not all of the people we have killed, or will have to kill, are deserving of it."
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Both Ma'tanza and M'ibasa were easily enthralled enough by Tzirret's tale to keep them interested for the hour it took to tell it. Most of the events were not about Tzirret himself, but it was an interesting story all the same. By this point, M'ibasa no longer needed to be held by Ma'tanza to feel safe, so he was able to sit by himself.
"You all went through all that?" M'ibasa began, now genuinely wide eyed as he looked up at Tzirret. "It sounds like your prid- uh, pack, has been to Oblivion and back. Are you going to stay with us after we get to this other clan? I'd want to have a break after all that."
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