The nuit didn’t back away even when it was evident that no one understood him. The knight, the blue fool, still had the majority swayed to him. It made the nuit mad. The fools were going to follow the knights blindly. No matter, it would be their own undoing. Everyone is free to choose their path, and if they follow fools then they surely will perish as the morbidly idiotic do not seem to last very long, even with their strength in numbers.
After all was said and done the nuit laughed. ”Very well,” he said, ”It seems that you all have chosen your sides.” he told them, a plot brewing in the back of his mind, ”Lets hope that you have chosen right.” he said, his words almost sounding like a threat. He was done with them. All of them. Nothing more needed to be said to those too stupid to get his intellect. There was strength in numbers, but one had to remember, Ser Knights, that method is always more important than strength…
The nuit turned to the blue knight and bowed ”Good show.” he said with smile, straightening back up and turning to Eridanus, ”it seems that we will have to postpone our reunion.” he agreed, nodding, before stepping away from the fire, turning his back on the group and making his way through the crowd of people. The shadows began to take him as the light got dimmer and dimmer, and half-way engulfed the Alchemist turned around, ”I forgot to say one thing.” he said, face half hidden by the darkness that he stood in. A silhouetted hand rose with a single finger risen, ”I will be forming my own research division.” he announced, ”I will get to the bottom of this plague before you” he pointed to the blue knight, ”Or any of your supporters can find a cure.” he said openly challenging them all. He grinned, he sounded confident.
”Faith, valor, knightly honor means nothing in the end. Those things cannot protect you from this Plague. Ser Imass is proof, and so are the rest of those knights infected. You all will see.” he said ominously, ”Nature is not picky in what happens naturally. You hear of bears feasting on humans as much as you hear about what they normally eat.” Regardless of the truth of that, it was but an example of a horror story one might hear about the woods at night. It was something that was known if someone wasn’t careful, ”Nature isn’t picky. The same can be said about this plague. It isn’t picky either. It does not judge which gods you follow, or what race you are. It will get you, and you, and you, and you.” he laughed pointing at people as examples, the ones that were ‘cleared’ and did not have the plague. ”its only a matter of time. The healers haven’t made any progress with this” he said, ”and its been in Zeltiva for quite some time…” he said, ”I propose a new way to look at this issue. The konti has already been kind enough to give up the beginning signs of it. Im going to work towards what I have been preaching.” he told them all, ”You can go play pretend with the knights and their gods, their rules, or you can help me get to the bottom of this.”
Ray knew where he stood, and he wasn’t in a very good position, but all that will change. He could care less how much support he got, that just meant less people to worry about. This wasn’t a last grab for support; this was so everyone present will know of his accomplishments. Everyone will soon know who to thank for their cure, for their health, and it surely wasn’t going to be the knights. The Alchemist and his magic could perform wonders the likes that few have ever seen. This, yes, this will be fun. He had total confidence in the power of change, in his power, in his alchemy. Change was every moving, and if he could effect this change to make people ‘healthy’ again, then so be it. He had to… Miro was infected, and he wasn’t about to lose one of his greatest assets.
The Alchemist had a battle plan. It was all coming together in his mind. Yes, so perfectly. Though he doubted it would go so smoothly, if this was going to work he would have to be careful. There were sacrifices to be made, and he knew in the end he was going to end up making more problems for the healers who were brought along, but it would be worth it to find a cure via magic.
The nuit moved back and leaned against the far tree from which he had come. Logic and reason would rule over stupidity. Of that he was sure.
After all was said and done the nuit laughed. ”Very well,” he said, ”It seems that you all have chosen your sides.” he told them, a plot brewing in the back of his mind, ”Lets hope that you have chosen right.” he said, his words almost sounding like a threat. He was done with them. All of them. Nothing more needed to be said to those too stupid to get his intellect. There was strength in numbers, but one had to remember, Ser Knights, that method is always more important than strength…
The nuit turned to the blue knight and bowed ”Good show.” he said with smile, straightening back up and turning to Eridanus, ”it seems that we will have to postpone our reunion.” he agreed, nodding, before stepping away from the fire, turning his back on the group and making his way through the crowd of people. The shadows began to take him as the light got dimmer and dimmer, and half-way engulfed the Alchemist turned around, ”I forgot to say one thing.” he said, face half hidden by the darkness that he stood in. A silhouetted hand rose with a single finger risen, ”I will be forming my own research division.” he announced, ”I will get to the bottom of this plague before you” he pointed to the blue knight, ”Or any of your supporters can find a cure.” he said openly challenging them all. He grinned, he sounded confident.
”Faith, valor, knightly honor means nothing in the end. Those things cannot protect you from this Plague. Ser Imass is proof, and so are the rest of those knights infected. You all will see.” he said ominously, ”Nature is not picky in what happens naturally. You hear of bears feasting on humans as much as you hear about what they normally eat.” Regardless of the truth of that, it was but an example of a horror story one might hear about the woods at night. It was something that was known if someone wasn’t careful, ”Nature isn’t picky. The same can be said about this plague. It isn’t picky either. It does not judge which gods you follow, or what race you are. It will get you, and you, and you, and you.” he laughed pointing at people as examples, the ones that were ‘cleared’ and did not have the plague. ”its only a matter of time. The healers haven’t made any progress with this” he said, ”and its been in Zeltiva for quite some time…” he said, ”I propose a new way to look at this issue. The konti has already been kind enough to give up the beginning signs of it. Im going to work towards what I have been preaching.” he told them all, ”You can go play pretend with the knights and their gods, their rules, or you can help me get to the bottom of this.”
Ray knew where he stood, and he wasn’t in a very good position, but all that will change. He could care less how much support he got, that just meant less people to worry about. This wasn’t a last grab for support; this was so everyone present will know of his accomplishments. Everyone will soon know who to thank for their cure, for their health, and it surely wasn’t going to be the knights. The Alchemist and his magic could perform wonders the likes that few have ever seen. This, yes, this will be fun. He had total confidence in the power of change, in his power, in his alchemy. Change was every moving, and if he could effect this change to make people ‘healthy’ again, then so be it. He had to… Miro was infected, and he wasn’t about to lose one of his greatest assets.
The Alchemist had a battle plan. It was all coming together in his mind. Yes, so perfectly. Though he doubted it would go so smoothly, if this was going to work he would have to be careful. There were sacrifices to be made, and he knew in the end he was going to end up making more problems for the healers who were brought along, but it would be worth it to find a cure via magic.
The nuit moved back and leaned against the far tree from which he had come. Logic and reason would rule over stupidity. Of that he was sure.
