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Sarin grinned but grew silent, he took a long drink as he collected his thoughts and watched the groups of soldiers before them. Some of the more outgoing Wardens had wandered over to the Templars and were attempting to engage them in conversation, others were trying to talk to the researchers. Finally after a small bit Sarin begain to respond, his grin slipping from his face "I can safely say that I am no Wolf or Ursa, my family traces their blood back to Daise, a human man who led the war that united our nation, and Anistatia the Silver, the daughter of the Drac lord at the time." He looked back across the tables at the people sitting there before continuing "Which means I am of WereDrac blood." As he finished he refilled his cup and took another long drink. "But there will be explanations abound for that tomorrow. Tell me about your people, what kinds of people are there? What is the empire really like?"
Reaching the lockers, Ian took stock of the other pilots so far they looked capable enough. Opening his locker he removed his armor, stepping into it without much ceremony. Removing his helmet from the locker he gripped the left side of it and drew the jawline of the thing down the edge of the locker door, resulting in a small jagged scratch in the paint of the helmet, along side another two. After this he put it on and secured it, gritting his teeth through the jab of pain that occurred as his helmet sealed. Any emotion left his face under his helmet as he steeled himself for the combat ahead, within his mind he ran over the final check list of his suit, insuring everything was in order. Finding it was all satisfactory he smiled and leaned on the wall near the door, waiting for the go ahead to proceed to the Mechs and from there to combat.
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Not in a position to argue, and curious as to how this world functioned, Savin followed along with the armed guards and the wolf like ranger. As he walked he heard his name called, turning his head slightly he saw that it was the ant like creature that was speaking to him. He listened to his question, and thought for a moment before responding "That is a complicated question Magus, the proper answer had many different variables, however the short answer is that we traverse the space between our world and the Vale by use of 'currents', which are in themselves almost like weak points where the two dimensions meet. Where I come from the Vale is much closer to the world than here, yet-" He dd with a slight pop, reappearing on the other side of Magus his stride never broken "currents still exist." About this he was telling the truth. In his sight he could see various treads that shone with a pale light, invisible to everyone else, and while there were not as many as home they still gave Savin a small measure of the comfort of similarity "Perhaps I might be able to investigate their Vale in more depth at some point." He quietly contemplated as the group was reaching the city
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Most of the Wardens had come inside from guard duty and were seated opposite of the Templars. They too had removed their hoods, but unlike the Templars, the quiet buzz of conversations drifted through their tables. Lara and Seror sat with the wardens. their voices the loudest, a sizable amount of food sat in front of each. Sarin waved off Imast's apology "Think nothing of it, I understand your desire to guard your weapons, and as far as I am concerned it is with your right to do so." He took a small drink from the cup in front of him, water having replaced the wine that was inside of it. Setting it down he listened to Anita "Well the simplest answer would be that they are made up of three ditinct groups,the Wolves the Ursas," He motioned to the two large forms of Lara and Seror that were currently eating with a polite abandon with a smile "And the Humans. Three parts that make up the whole. I suppose you want to know why some are called Wolves and Ursas, well to be blunt, they call themselves that, and are called that, because of their ability to shift into the vary creatures they are named after." He took another drink as his finished, and allowed his eyes to wander over the assembled group.
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Sarin set his cup down on a side table, in thought on where to begin for a moment "The dragons of the shrine are, put simply, representations of our gods. The sickly white dragon represents Death, the healthy green one is Life. the red and silver are representative of War and Peace respectively. They are often depicted as you see them outside, though they do have their human forms. A few have speculated that we picked the practice up from the Weredracs." He shrugged "It would make sense, as the records do indicate that the Weredracs came in various colors." Sarin stood slowly and paced over to the window, the last warm rays of the sun filtering through "Now I do have a question for you, Lord Imast. Do your dragons speak to you?" It was a faint hope, "But perhaps I can learn something about these damned whispers." he thought as he finished his question.
"They do not. Lord Sarin." Imast answered. 'But we have a connection. They are still young. Gods, talking to them? What could the future hold for us?' he thought. "These WereDracs. What could you tell me about them?" Imast asked. His thoughts were split. On one side he was curious after there WereDracs. But his mind was also partly thinking about what Sarin said. 'We have a White and Red Dragon. But no Silver or Green. Could that be a bad omen?' he thought. Imast however, remained seated.
"The Weredracs? Hmm, where to begin." Sarin pondered as he returned to his seat "Well I suppose I must start by saying they were beings with the natural ability to assume a human form or a dragon form. That being said, they did control much of Lacria, and built Va-serak, at a time when we were nothing more than warring tribes, fighting each-other and raiders from across the sea." He paused to collect his thoughts on where to continue for a moment "They were also reported to be creatures of great beauty, intellect, but also power, though we are still not sure the extent of the last one." Sarin took a sip from his cup as he finished "If you dont mind me asking, what are your dragons like? What is their story?"
“Our dragons?” Imast said. “They are creatures far from what you describe as WereDracs. They don’t talk for one. Nor can they change into a humanoid form. I highly doubt they could raise cities.” Imast explained. “But they are powerful. For example, Hurricana, my dragon. She has massive wings. Right now she can knock over men in heavy armor with the winds she can create. But for their story, you must forgive me, Lord Sarin. I fear I cannot share that with you right now.” Imast said. He actually already said too much. But only if Sarin listened well enough. He said that Hurricana was ‘his’ dragon. Something that could point out that they might have a connection.
Sarin nodded "His dragon? Interesting.." he thought to himself as Imast finished "Ah I understand my lord, dont worry I will not press the issue." somewhere in the city a bell tolled, signaling the suns final decent under the horizon, likewise a smaller chime echoed through the house. "Well I do believe dinner is ready for us." Sarin stood and opened the curtain "After you Lord Imast." Four tables were set up along the edges of the garden, food of many different variate sat upon it. Sarin motioned for his guests to sit first, and would wait to take his seat.
Sarin set his cup down on a side table, in thought on where to begin for a moment "The dragons of the shrine are, put simply, representations of our gods. The sickly white dragon represents Death, the healthy green one is Life. the red and silver are representative of War and Peace respectively. They are often depicted as you see them outside, though they do have their human forms. A few have speculated that we picked the practice up from the Weredracs." He shrugged "It would make sense, as the records do indicate that the Weredracs came in various colors." Sarin stood slowly and paced over to the window, the last warm rays of the sun filtering through "Now I do have a question for you, Lord Imast. Do your dragons speak to you?" It was a faint hope, "But perhaps I can learn something about these damned whispers." he thought as he finished his question.
"They do not. Lord Sarin." Imast answered. 'But we have a connection. They are still young. Gods, talking to them? What could the future hold for us?' he thought. "These WereDracs. What could you tell me about them?" Imast asked. His thoughts were split. On one side he was curious after there WereDracs. But his mind was also partly thinking about what Sarin said. 'We have a White and Red Dragon. But no Silver or Green. Could that be a bad omen?' he thought. Imast however, remained seated.
"The Weredracs? Hmm, where to begin." Sarin pondered as he returned to his seat "Well I suppose I must start by saying they were beings with the natural ability to assume a human form or a dragon form. That being said, they did control much of Lacria, and built Va-serak, at a time when we were nothing more than warring tribes, fighting each-other and raiders from across the sea." He paused to collect his thoughts on where to continue for a moment "They were also reported to be creatures of great beauty, intellect, but also power, though we are still not sure the extent of the last one." Sarin took a sip from his cup as he finished "If you dont mind me asking, what are your dragons like? What is their story?"
“Our dragons?” Imast said. “They are creatures far from what you describe as WereDracs. They don’t talk for one. Nor can they change into a humanoid form. I highly doubt they could raise cities.” Imast explained. “But they are powerful. For example, Hurricana, my dragon. She has massive wings. Right now she can knock over men in heavy armor with the winds she can create. But for their story, you must forgive me, Lord Sarin. I fear I cannot share that with you right now.” Imast said. He actually already said too much. But only if Sarin listened well enough. He said that Hurricana was ‘his’ dragon. Something that could point out that they might have a connection.
Sarin nodded "His dragon? Interesting.." he thought to himself as Imast finished "Ah I understand my lord, dont worry I will not press the issue." somewhere in the city a bell tolled, signaling the suns final decent under the horizon, likewise a smaller chime echoed through the house. "Well I do believe dinner is ready for us." Sarin stood and opened the curtain "After you Lord Imast." Four tables were set up along the edges of the garden, food of many different variate sat upon it. Sarin motioned for his guests to sit first, and would wait to take his seat.
Ian thought the question over "They, more or less, destroyed my home, so this was basically what was left." He shrugged as he continued eating. "Still I get a fighting chance at killing them this way, so I guess its not all bad." At that moment the alarms went off, causing Ian to laugh slightly "Would you look at that, I should talk about things more often maybe they would actually work!" he said through his smile as he grabbed the last portable food on his plate, leaving his tray there with whatever small hope that he would be able to pick up where he left off, or that there would be food left anywhere on the ship that wasn't MRE's by the time he got back. "Well lets not keep our death machines waiting, I can practically feel Cataphract itching to go from here." he said to Katrina, obviously wanting to go himself.
Savin wrenched Aeterna from an orks body, the dread form giving one last heave as the adamantium blade slid out from its back. The Planewalker gave a slight look of distaste at the black ichor dripping off of Aeterna's head, thankfully no-one could see it from beneath his hood. Wiping it off on the Ork's clothing Savin got the weapon sufficiently clean for now. He slammed its pole on the ground, closing the arms over the blade. He noticed Cryalis climbing down the tree and took a step back to allow her to speak without interruption. when she was finished he would step forward to also introduce himself. "I am Planewalker Savin, keeper of the Aeterna blade and warrior of the Vale." He looked at Cryalis "I am sorry, nut whatever magic pulled us here is one in the same. My home is the world of Nevisin, and nowhere have we heard of any Quelens Empire." He would turn his attention back to the elf and his soldiers "Now that we have given you the courtesy, would you be so kind as to give us your own names?" He looked around at each of the soldiers waiting for one of them to make a mistake.
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