Imass watched in the flickering fire light as a young man stepped forward and spoke his piece before Nira could inspect Imass. The knight remained quiet though. He would not speak again until after his fate was confirmed. The knight did not have time to individually answer everyone's questions at this point in time. Ball, Imass' clay squire, arrived on the scene as well. He was utterly confused, but Imass would sit down and explain it to him later.
Nira'lia the healer approached and inspected the naked Akalak for the plague. As she approached Eridanus stepped forward and pointed out Miro's errors. He also confirmed that there would be democratic lecture. Imass agreed on this point, but he wasn't about to get in a mishap discussion with all these people. Eridanus had the right idea in mind though, everyone needed to get inspected first.
Suddenly the konti healer exclaimed and pointed out that Imass himself was in fact carrying the plague.
The Knight's heart fell to his chest. His face was covered in absolute dread. The bittersweet news that rang from the Konti's lips was like a dagger in his heart. A cold sweat covered his face in pale fear. He was truly doomed to die now and this news truly gives him the shivers. None could contest him. This was no ruse or plot. Imass was truly infected as all could see on his groin area and his face.
Imass took a huge swallow and addressed the crowd, "Good peoples: Even the knights are not free of this curse. Witness! I have the plague!!"
The Akalak paused and looked over his audience spread his hands, "Eridanus is correct. We must separate the clean from the unclean before further discussion arises. However, I will tell thee now how this will all go down."
Imass raised his sword from the floor and kissed it, "I am Imass of the Syliran Knights. I vow to uphold this most sacred quest to sahova in my heart, despite the ill tidings of my most certain doom! I hereby establish a coalition of both Zeltivans and Sylirans under the banner of the plague! This group is open for all to join! Our goals are simple: continue this most epic quest at a safe distance and find a cure to the plague. Those with the plague who choose to join me shall fight under a single banner! We shall help each other find a cure, but we will not die in vain! We will continue to search for the fragment!"
Imass kissed his sword again, "This is a knight's vow! Tyveth witness me today I will lead this group and uphold the integrity of all those affected by the plague. I however am not a tyrant -- if you wish not join me I ask you simply to either -- go home and live the rest of your days in peace -- or -- form your own coalition to help find the fragment and find your own cure."
The knight then pointed the blade at the crowd, "I will NOT however allow thee to return to main host with the plague. If you have the plague you will not return to the healthy folks under my watch. That is the only ultimatum I impose on you. I doubt any of you will argue with that? No plague bearers near the main camp! I charge this onto you as my authority as a Syliran Knight. If you wish to return to main camp with the plague, you must fight me first!"
Imass finished his speech, "Now! Step forward and be told your fate." Imass pointed at Nira'lia, "If you are not infected I implore you to leave this hell hole immediately!" Imass took a deep breath, "If you are doomed to die, then choose your path. Join me. Go home in peace. Or form your own group, for I shall not allow thee to return to the main quest, under penalty of my blade. If I fail to comply with these vows, then the Waveguard have permission to cut me down."
"Step forward good peoples," Imass ended his straight to the point speech. He was a knight and they were one of the most trusted organizations on Mizahar. All of Imass' facial expressions and vocal queues were real. He meant every last word.
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by Imass on August 26th, 2012, 3:00 am
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by Rayage on August 26th, 2012, 6:59 am
The nuit had watched, and watched and he had observed long enough. Something had to be done to stop this utter madness which is unfolding in front of his eyes. Usually he wouldn’t care one way or another but this… this hit too close to home. His safety was at risk and so he would move to take care of the issue the only way he knows how to: by the further manipulation of the peoples thoughts and opinions. When the naked man was done with his ‘speech’ Rayage began to step forward clapping, ”This has been very entertaining to watch.” he said his slow claps echoing louder than they should. ”However, like every good play; it must come to an end. The curtain is closing.” Rayage said, ”and the final act has been played out.”
He stepped further into the firelight, cloak surrounding him like the darkness invades in the absence of light, ”I have lived a very long time.” he said, unashamed of what he is. Not that he had much chance to hide what sort of creature he is, ”I have lived a very long time.” he pointed out again, ”I have seen many a great king, the leaders of old, drive a stake into their own heart. In the end it is the self, the ego, which is our greatest enemy.” he shook his head as if in shame, ”It is true. We are our own worst enemy.” he said, directing his words around, trying to make eye contact with everyone present, ”It is but our nature, the nature of the living.” he said with a sly smile, ”and I judge them only on their actions tonight, and I must say,” he turned to Eridanus, Imass, and the konti healer, ”I am impressed and astounded that their act has fooled so many of you into listening if only for a second. I must admit,” he said, ”that I too was drawn in, but I quickly saw their folly. I say again that I have lived a very long time,” he paused, ”and do you know how I did it?” he didn’t give them a chance to answer, ”By not following fools.” he said, words of daggers.
”People, I ask that you look around and think for yourselves.” the nuit told them, ”Think for yourselves instead of following blindly those who would hold such petty things as titles above you. Sir Imass,” Ray said the title sounding more like a slur coming from the nuit, ”of the Syliran Knights.” he finished, ”If being a knight gives you the right to threaten all these people with the point of your blade.” he said, the nuit reaching for his own weapon, the ancient family sword that is always strapped to his side, ”Then, I, Rayage Professor of Alchemy at the University of Zeltiva will claim that right as well.” he said, sword slowly being drawn.
The nuit waved it around, pointing it at various people and things, even going so far as to kiss the blade after pretending to stab Miro, the blade sliding between Miros arm and torso ”Is this how you will led around?” he asked sounding quite flustered, ”By the point of a blade?” he asked. He looked around, the fire reflecting a quite ‘alive’ light in his eyes. It seems he has done this more than once before, ”Would you let a scared child afraid of the sun keep you from going outside?” he asked, ”Would you let these scared children tell you of their nightmares and scare you with their boogiemen?”
”I am not denouncing the existence of sickness. Look around you.” he said, ”Everyone gets sick.” he stated the truth, ”Sickness spreads from one person to the next.” he said, ”It only takes one sick person to pass it on to another. If it gets common and infects more and more people you call it a plague.” he told them his words were smooth, almost rehearsed, but had a slightly dramatic flair to them. Is this what the Nuit was doing while he was observing? ”But separating the sick from the healthy is not the answer. It’s the fools answer. Illness cannot be segregated; it cannot be contained in a neat little bubble, in a parameter set scared into submission by this knight’s blade.” he said pointing at Imass ”He speaks about Tryveth, a god he so ‘willingly serves’ and says he ‘revers’. He talks about honor and integrity as a knight.” Rayage laughed as if his next few thoughts amused him so, ”But what I see is the exact opposite.” he said.
”Look at the fool, naked before you all, unashamed.” he said, ”Though, I forgive him.” Rayage nodded solemnly, ”I forgive him for his harsh words and actions.” he said a bit louder ensuring everyone could hear him, ”I forgive him because fools do not know better.” he smiled, loving the words coming forth so willingly, ”He talks about truth, but he spreads fear and false hope. He says he can cure this sickness. He says he is going to unite the sick under one banner. His words are like honey, but then they turn sour,” he looked at the crowd, ”like spoiled milk. Hard to drink, harder to keep inside you, am I not right?” he laughed at his own analogy.
”He talks of honor, but if honor is threatening those who you wish to control,” he put unnecessary emphasis on the last word, ”with the point of your blade,” he continued pointing his sword at the knight himself, ”then I have to say you have no honor.” his personal attack on the knight wasn’t done yet. With those words spoken Ray lifted his blade and kissed it again in a slow and exaggerated, mocking fashion before he sheathed it.
”He seeks to divide us, and then through the new fellowship under his sword” he made sure to say the word ‘sword’ extra loud, ”utterly squish those who would resist him with sheer numbers and strength.” he said. ”Did you not just hear him denounce all of us?” he asked, ”Go home in peace. Or form your own group, for I shall not allow thee to return to the main quest, under penalty of my blade.” He quoted the knights own words back at him, ”Did you hear that? He will not allow us to continue on our quest, which is just as important, if not more so, than the knights mission. Just because we won’t comply and bend our knee to him like he is some lord. I will tell you now that there is nothing special about the naked blue man who stands before you. He just seeks power, and he thinks that we can be intimidated into submission.”
He looked at Eridanus and shook his head, ”What Asylum did you pull this one from Eridanus?” he asked, ”I am ashamed that you, of all people, would support this mockery and shackling of the people’s hands. You, who have talked so much about freedom to have created the Order of Transcendence now wish to oppose the founding ideas of your organization in a play for power.” He shook his head again, ”I’d thought more of you.” he scuffed. ”I say now, discard this mislead man for he is wrong.”
Rayage took a step back, ”Instead of fighting amongst ourselves, splitting ourselves into ‘infected’ and ‘healthy’, let’s look at history.” he said, ”The segregation of the sick and the healthy does not work. People do spread their sickness, yes, but look around you!” he pointed at everyone, ”People are not the problem. Do you not see the pestilence that is following us?” he asked, ”I do. I hear their subtle footsteps when all you mortals lay down to rest. Let us not be searching for a finger to point, a person or thing to blame. Magical or not this illness is spreading.” Ray said, ”Let’s stop worrying about who, let’s stop this witch hunt, and let’s start solving the problem because the answer is obvious. Nature.” he said simply, ”Sickness is a natural thing. Be not deterred by the knights over dramatization of life or death for if this healer” he pointed to the konti, ”Is as good as the knight boasts then you shall not die.” his words held a confident but challenging ring to them.
”But most importantly,” he held up a single finger, ”Let us not be led by scared little children who are more brawn than brain. Denounce the sword put to your throats and throw away the chains of intimidation.”
At that he did not retake his spot in the shadows, but stood in the light proud and unmoving.
He stepped further into the firelight, cloak surrounding him like the darkness invades in the absence of light, ”I have lived a very long time.” he said, unashamed of what he is. Not that he had much chance to hide what sort of creature he is, ”I have lived a very long time.” he pointed out again, ”I have seen many a great king, the leaders of old, drive a stake into their own heart. In the end it is the self, the ego, which is our greatest enemy.” he shook his head as if in shame, ”It is true. We are our own worst enemy.” he said, directing his words around, trying to make eye contact with everyone present, ”It is but our nature, the nature of the living.” he said with a sly smile, ”and I judge them only on their actions tonight, and I must say,” he turned to Eridanus, Imass, and the konti healer, ”I am impressed and astounded that their act has fooled so many of you into listening if only for a second. I must admit,” he said, ”that I too was drawn in, but I quickly saw their folly. I say again that I have lived a very long time,” he paused, ”and do you know how I did it?” he didn’t give them a chance to answer, ”By not following fools.” he said, words of daggers.
”People, I ask that you look around and think for yourselves.” the nuit told them, ”Think for yourselves instead of following blindly those who would hold such petty things as titles above you. Sir Imass,” Ray said the title sounding more like a slur coming from the nuit, ”of the Syliran Knights.” he finished, ”If being a knight gives you the right to threaten all these people with the point of your blade.” he said, the nuit reaching for his own weapon, the ancient family sword that is always strapped to his side, ”Then, I, Rayage Professor of Alchemy at the University of Zeltiva will claim that right as well.” he said, sword slowly being drawn.
The nuit waved it around, pointing it at various people and things, even going so far as to kiss the blade after pretending to stab Miro, the blade sliding between Miros arm and torso ”Is this how you will led around?” he asked sounding quite flustered, ”By the point of a blade?” he asked. He looked around, the fire reflecting a quite ‘alive’ light in his eyes. It seems he has done this more than once before, ”Would you let a scared child afraid of the sun keep you from going outside?” he asked, ”Would you let these scared children tell you of their nightmares and scare you with their boogiemen?”
”I am not denouncing the existence of sickness. Look around you.” he said, ”Everyone gets sick.” he stated the truth, ”Sickness spreads from one person to the next.” he said, ”It only takes one sick person to pass it on to another. If it gets common and infects more and more people you call it a plague.” he told them his words were smooth, almost rehearsed, but had a slightly dramatic flair to them. Is this what the Nuit was doing while he was observing? ”But separating the sick from the healthy is not the answer. It’s the fools answer. Illness cannot be segregated; it cannot be contained in a neat little bubble, in a parameter set scared into submission by this knight’s blade.” he said pointing at Imass ”He speaks about Tryveth, a god he so ‘willingly serves’ and says he ‘revers’. He talks about honor and integrity as a knight.” Rayage laughed as if his next few thoughts amused him so, ”But what I see is the exact opposite.” he said.
”Look at the fool, naked before you all, unashamed.” he said, ”Though, I forgive him.” Rayage nodded solemnly, ”I forgive him for his harsh words and actions.” he said a bit louder ensuring everyone could hear him, ”I forgive him because fools do not know better.” he smiled, loving the words coming forth so willingly, ”He talks about truth, but he spreads fear and false hope. He says he can cure this sickness. He says he is going to unite the sick under one banner. His words are like honey, but then they turn sour,” he looked at the crowd, ”like spoiled milk. Hard to drink, harder to keep inside you, am I not right?” he laughed at his own analogy.
”He talks of honor, but if honor is threatening those who you wish to control,” he put unnecessary emphasis on the last word, ”with the point of your blade,” he continued pointing his sword at the knight himself, ”then I have to say you have no honor.” his personal attack on the knight wasn’t done yet. With those words spoken Ray lifted his blade and kissed it again in a slow and exaggerated, mocking fashion before he sheathed it.
”He seeks to divide us, and then through the new fellowship under his sword” he made sure to say the word ‘sword’ extra loud, ”utterly squish those who would resist him with sheer numbers and strength.” he said. ”Did you not just hear him denounce all of us?” he asked, ”Go home in peace. Or form your own group, for I shall not allow thee to return to the main quest, under penalty of my blade.” He quoted the knights own words back at him, ”Did you hear that? He will not allow us to continue on our quest, which is just as important, if not more so, than the knights mission. Just because we won’t comply and bend our knee to him like he is some lord. I will tell you now that there is nothing special about the naked blue man who stands before you. He just seeks power, and he thinks that we can be intimidated into submission.”
He looked at Eridanus and shook his head, ”What Asylum did you pull this one from Eridanus?” he asked, ”I am ashamed that you, of all people, would support this mockery and shackling of the people’s hands. You, who have talked so much about freedom to have created the Order of Transcendence now wish to oppose the founding ideas of your organization in a play for power.” He shook his head again, ”I’d thought more of you.” he scuffed. ”I say now, discard this mislead man for he is wrong.”
Rayage took a step back, ”Instead of fighting amongst ourselves, splitting ourselves into ‘infected’ and ‘healthy’, let’s look at history.” he said, ”The segregation of the sick and the healthy does not work. People do spread their sickness, yes, but look around you!” he pointed at everyone, ”People are not the problem. Do you not see the pestilence that is following us?” he asked, ”I do. I hear their subtle footsteps when all you mortals lay down to rest. Let us not be searching for a finger to point, a person or thing to blame. Magical or not this illness is spreading.” Ray said, ”Let’s stop worrying about who, let’s stop this witch hunt, and let’s start solving the problem because the answer is obvious. Nature.” he said simply, ”Sickness is a natural thing. Be not deterred by the knights over dramatization of life or death for if this healer” he pointed to the konti, ”Is as good as the knight boasts then you shall not die.” his words held a confident but challenging ring to them.
”But most importantly,” he held up a single finger, ”Let us not be led by scared little children who are more brawn than brain. Denounce the sword put to your throats and throw away the chains of intimidation.”
At that he did not retake his spot in the shadows, but stood in the light proud and unmoving.
“Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed to have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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by Miro on August 26th, 2012, 7:36 am
Miro just shook his head and frowned. It was upsetting, to see some person take charge simply because he was a knight. Yes, Miro knew of them, all did. This was not how they acted in stories. The plague was not making people sick, it was their twisted minds. Syliran Knights were supposed to be valorous and just. What Miro saw was a man who felt entitled to swing his blade at any who would oppose his will. Simply holding a title did not make him their leader, and it definitely did not make his words hold any more sense or logic.
There was an obvious oppression here. The knights spoke in absolutes, as if there was only one way, and of course, it would be their way. Were they not a team in this effort? As far as Miro knew, they were hardly the brains of the team. Why was it then that they found it necessary to threaten the group with blades. To enforce their absolutes with the worst outcomes in mind. It was sickening. Slandering the name of the once proud title of Syliran Knight in Miro's mind. Such treason would hold consequence.
A dream now turned sour. Miro gritted his teeth. It was his dream to be one holding such a title, but if this was how they operated, then it would only tarnish his name. Leaders must hold certain qualities. Sound thinking, reason, these were a few traits that came to mind, absolutes when leading the lives of others. To hide behind religion and duty. Kissing a blade so that it give one the right to slay all that defy. This was not leadership, this was what he claimed it not to be, tyranny.
Why was Syliras even necessary? Yes, they had been told what they were here for. Told what must be accomplished. But what was not told, was that Zeltiva had recruited citizens not to assist in the departments Syliras was lacking, but rather to be commanded like dogs on a leash. Miro had seen and heard it all before, they were worse than the rest. Religious bigots, mage haters, all with one goal in mind. Wipe away those who have true power, a force that could not be counter with just a firm downward hammer swing. Zeltiva was ripe with sharp minds and arcane talent. This was what was offered on their half. What was not apparent was what Syliras had to offer.
If it was tyranny and fear they offered, they could count Miro out. Perhaps it had just now dawned on his mind, but he believed in his fair city of Zeltiva. Though most of them be not of his calibre as a wizard, they were indeed brilliant, each in their own respect. A strong arm had many uses, and in Zeltiva, this balance was struck perfectly. The sailors, each commanding a strong dignity and respect. The wizards, so keen and progressive. Together a harmony was formed that provided strong prosperity and fellowship. It was obvious Syliras was missing something, perhaps it was the duty of those who knew better to point it out.
A voice of reason boomed forth, one familiar. It was that of the wisest man known to Miro, Rayage. His attention turned to the man, his voice echoed with presence and a charisma Miro admired greatly. Almost as if he was prompted, he spoke the words of reason, proving a show for all to see. Satire, what a beautiful tool it was. A blade was thrust under Miro's armpit, prompting him to fall to the ground slain, a broad smile on his face. After a brief moment he returned to his feet, still facing the man to listen. It was reassuring indeed, to see another who saw such tactics for what they were. Zeltiva, sweet Zeltiva, brilliance would rise, in those who held it.
Reason had been lain before them, but Miro would be no better unless he could bring the group together. Surely the knight was only acting as he knew best, but Miro was firm in his belief that it was wrong. They needed to band together, curing the group as a whole, rather than to salvage what healthy few remained. Walking into the light once more, the boy began to speak, a clear tone in which all could hear, if they cared to listen. "I am a mortal man, just as likely to be sick as any. But, I am far from ordinary. We all possess our traits and skills, and we all have a common goal. Sure, some of us signed up for more selfish reasons, but we are all here to accomplish a goal, something greater than ourselves. "
The wizard began to feel slightly embarrassed, not used to being so honest, especially in front of people he hardly trusted. Still he walked forward, coming closer to the fire that would cause him discomfort. If he was a fool, he would be loud about it as well, hoping that others may correct him as he would correct them. Miro looked up, staring into the eyes of each person. Some of them looked scared, he hoped not of him. Speaking louder now, he continued. "I am no traitor to this goal, but I will not stand to see fear lead us to ruin. Turning against one another will solve nothing. Forcing compliance will only breed hatred, something that will lead us to death quicker than any disease." Miro cleared his throat, looking at Imass now.
"Forcing allies to your side by threats of a blade is indeed tyranny. Saying that they may only turn away or follow you, lest the blade of the knights end them now. Threats to control, indeed a tyrants weapon." Gesturing now to all, looking at each person who would hear him. "I can tell you all, no innocent man will be slain while I stand present, be him wizard, knight, or simple suspect of plague. We can overcome this trial, it is only the first of many in our grand quest! I believe in our group, or I would not have followed this far. The Syliran Knights, they are known for the fortitude and honor. And us scholars, Zeltiva is world renown for its brilliance. Together, the answer will be found."
Miro drew in another deep breath, letting it out as a sigh. He began to back away, sweating from the nerves building in his stomach. "I am a wizard, one of unique capabilities. I command the elements with only a whim. From the fire that warms you, to the ground you stand on, to the water in your pouches, to the air in your lungs. When in need, I am capable of providing great service. I serve Zeltiva as a reimancer, in fact. When you need shelter, may I rise the earth to protect you. When cold, I can warm your bones. When your waterskin runs dry, I may fill it. And when the air is too harsh to breathe, I can fill your lungs with fresh breath."
The boy's heart was beating fierce. He hoped that none would think less of him, especially after being denounced as crazy by the man who's name always slipped Miro's mind. Once again his gaze dropped to the floor, ready to offer his head on the chopping block next. "I now offer myself for inspection, not by fear, but because I seek a solution to our troubles. Let the doctor, and the doctor alone inspect me." Slowly, he began to strip his shirt and pants away, leaving only his undergarments on. When prompted, he would strip away that last article. He was nervous about the results, but hopeful for the group as a whole.
There was an obvious oppression here. The knights spoke in absolutes, as if there was only one way, and of course, it would be their way. Were they not a team in this effort? As far as Miro knew, they were hardly the brains of the team. Why was it then that they found it necessary to threaten the group with blades. To enforce their absolutes with the worst outcomes in mind. It was sickening. Slandering the name of the once proud title of Syliran Knight in Miro's mind. Such treason would hold consequence.
A dream now turned sour. Miro gritted his teeth. It was his dream to be one holding such a title, but if this was how they operated, then it would only tarnish his name. Leaders must hold certain qualities. Sound thinking, reason, these were a few traits that came to mind, absolutes when leading the lives of others. To hide behind religion and duty. Kissing a blade so that it give one the right to slay all that defy. This was not leadership, this was what he claimed it not to be, tyranny.
Why was Syliras even necessary? Yes, they had been told what they were here for. Told what must be accomplished. But what was not told, was that Zeltiva had recruited citizens not to assist in the departments Syliras was lacking, but rather to be commanded like dogs on a leash. Miro had seen and heard it all before, they were worse than the rest. Religious bigots, mage haters, all with one goal in mind. Wipe away those who have true power, a force that could not be counter with just a firm downward hammer swing. Zeltiva was ripe with sharp minds and arcane talent. This was what was offered on their half. What was not apparent was what Syliras had to offer.
If it was tyranny and fear they offered, they could count Miro out. Perhaps it had just now dawned on his mind, but he believed in his fair city of Zeltiva. Though most of them be not of his calibre as a wizard, they were indeed brilliant, each in their own respect. A strong arm had many uses, and in Zeltiva, this balance was struck perfectly. The sailors, each commanding a strong dignity and respect. The wizards, so keen and progressive. Together a harmony was formed that provided strong prosperity and fellowship. It was obvious Syliras was missing something, perhaps it was the duty of those who knew better to point it out.
A voice of reason boomed forth, one familiar. It was that of the wisest man known to Miro, Rayage. His attention turned to the man, his voice echoed with presence and a charisma Miro admired greatly. Almost as if he was prompted, he spoke the words of reason, proving a show for all to see. Satire, what a beautiful tool it was. A blade was thrust under Miro's armpit, prompting him to fall to the ground slain, a broad smile on his face. After a brief moment he returned to his feet, still facing the man to listen. It was reassuring indeed, to see another who saw such tactics for what they were. Zeltiva, sweet Zeltiva, brilliance would rise, in those who held it.
Reason had been lain before them, but Miro would be no better unless he could bring the group together. Surely the knight was only acting as he knew best, but Miro was firm in his belief that it was wrong. They needed to band together, curing the group as a whole, rather than to salvage what healthy few remained. Walking into the light once more, the boy began to speak, a clear tone in which all could hear, if they cared to listen. "I am a mortal man, just as likely to be sick as any. But, I am far from ordinary. We all possess our traits and skills, and we all have a common goal. Sure, some of us signed up for more selfish reasons, but we are all here to accomplish a goal, something greater than ourselves. "
The wizard began to feel slightly embarrassed, not used to being so honest, especially in front of people he hardly trusted. Still he walked forward, coming closer to the fire that would cause him discomfort. If he was a fool, he would be loud about it as well, hoping that others may correct him as he would correct them. Miro looked up, staring into the eyes of each person. Some of them looked scared, he hoped not of him. Speaking louder now, he continued. "I am no traitor to this goal, but I will not stand to see fear lead us to ruin. Turning against one another will solve nothing. Forcing compliance will only breed hatred, something that will lead us to death quicker than any disease." Miro cleared his throat, looking at Imass now.
"Forcing allies to your side by threats of a blade is indeed tyranny. Saying that they may only turn away or follow you, lest the blade of the knights end them now. Threats to control, indeed a tyrants weapon." Gesturing now to all, looking at each person who would hear him. "I can tell you all, no innocent man will be slain while I stand present, be him wizard, knight, or simple suspect of plague. We can overcome this trial, it is only the first of many in our grand quest! I believe in our group, or I would not have followed this far. The Syliran Knights, they are known for the fortitude and honor. And us scholars, Zeltiva is world renown for its brilliance. Together, the answer will be found."
Miro drew in another deep breath, letting it out as a sigh. He began to back away, sweating from the nerves building in his stomach. "I am a wizard, one of unique capabilities. I command the elements with only a whim. From the fire that warms you, to the ground you stand on, to the water in your pouches, to the air in your lungs. When in need, I am capable of providing great service. I serve Zeltiva as a reimancer, in fact. When you need shelter, may I rise the earth to protect you. When cold, I can warm your bones. When your waterskin runs dry, I may fill it. And when the air is too harsh to breathe, I can fill your lungs with fresh breath."
The boy's heart was beating fierce. He hoped that none would think less of him, especially after being denounced as crazy by the man who's name always slipped Miro's mind. Once again his gaze dropped to the floor, ready to offer his head on the chopping block next. "I now offer myself for inspection, not by fear, but because I seek a solution to our troubles. Let the doctor, and the doctor alone inspect me." Slowly, he began to strip his shirt and pants away, leaving only his undergarments on. When prompted, he would strip away that last article. He was nervous about the results, but hopeful for the group as a whole.
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An Unavoidable Discussion (PM to Join)
by Wrenmae on August 26th, 2012, 4:20 pm
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This PC has the Blight gnosis. As such, you as a player need to be aware of what that consists of. Wrenmae has an invisible aura that amplifies sickness and disease. Wounds may become infected, small sneezes may become coughing, and a slight fever may become more serious. A nuit's body will also break down faster in the presence of the Blight. These effects may not be immediate, but within the few days following your encounter, the symptoms will manifest. Some sooner than others. I cannot control your character, so creativity will be left up to you. Best wishes and stay healthy!
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An Unavoidable Discussion (PM to Join)
by Nira'lia on August 26th, 2012, 4:38 pm
Once again, the Konti stared, saying nothing. All the while, she wondered why these people were turning on each other. Difference in opinions was only natural, but she felt incredibly uncomfortable at how things were turning out. All she wanted to know was which individuals were infected by the plague. That was it. Witch hunts? A person to put the blame on? All of those didn’t make any sense to her Even Imass’s order to send away those who had the plague and wouldn’t side with him didn’t make sense to the Konti. Nira’lia hated conflict, and she hated how this was turning out. She looked at the Nuit, and while most of his words were truthful, she couldn’t help but speak her mind against a few of his statements. She spoke her mind after Rayage, Miro, and Wrenmae. And Miro’s statement about forced compliance leading to hatred was something she strongly agreed to. “You’re right, we have to go to the root of the problem to really solve this. But that doesn’t mean we have to put aside the fact that there are those who are already sick, and that more will follow. I believe segregating those who are healthy from the unhealthy is necessary,” she said. “This plague takes lives, and it passed on not only by the rodents and fleas, but also by the people infected! What will happen to us all if by the time we reach Sahova, everyone has succumbed to the illness? It may be unlikely, but why take the risk lightly? I don’t know if force is the right idea if one refuses to stay away from the main camp…” After she said the last statement, she glanced at Imass. No, she didn’t believe that force was the right idea at all, but it was in her personality to sugarcoat her disagreements. “…I’m not in the position to tell anyone to leave, or to ask anyone to submit their selves to inspection if they refuse to,” said Nira’lia. “But if you have any value for your life and for the others here, it would only be right to see if you’re a hazard to everyone else.” The Konti was not used to speaking publicly like this. Her discomfort was evident, her words most probably inaudible by those further away. But when she was done, she walked over to Miro. The Konti appreciated his gesture, and she only hoped that he wasn’t a plague bearer—because she wouldn’t wish such a fate on anyone. Alas, he had the same fate as Imass. He had the same horrible mark on his inner arm, near his armpit. She blinked—he was only the second person she looked at today, and both of them had been infected. The Konti pointed at the spot under her own arm, gesturing for Miro to look at his bump. Frowning, she didn’t really need to say anything else. After taking a look at Miro, she turned to Wrenmae. The Konti saw the extensive scars on his midriff, and she hid her curiosity and horror behind a placid expression. What had he been through…? “You’re good,” she said to Wrenmae with a smile. Too good, perhaps, but by simply looking for marks on his skin, she didn’t know that he was much healthier than everyone else in all other aspects. |
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by Evalin on August 26th, 2012, 9:19 pm
So many words were spoken now, so many voices made know through the stillness of the night. Her eyes looked out from the darkness, points of crimson veiled in shadow that gazed at the healer. She watched as the Konti inspected the giant of a man, and a smile graced her lips as the proclamation was made that he, in fact, carried that retched plague himself.
What delicious irony this is. The one who proclaims the separation of the sick and well is, in fact, sick himself? She chuckled, a finger touching her lips, I wonder what will come from all this?
Further words were spoken, and upon a blades edge the knight pledged that he would take all those infected under a single banner, His banner of course.Evalin thought, But then perhaps that is not to be questioned. Would it not be better to lead a troupe of the desolate than become desolate and alone oneself?
Think you of yourself and not of others...
A hand moved to touch the necklace at her throat, but a coy smile still lingered, Perhaps so my dear Tsenrika... but I carry no interest in thinking of others.
Just when the girl began to contemplate just where the tides were weakest her concentration was broken by the most odd and unusual sight yet. The man who stood beside her moved, steeping from the shadows of the night to be heard in the flickering light of the fire. Those crimson points narrowed, and what little amusement were left quickly slipped away as the corners of her mouth turned down.
She listened quietly, not moving from where the shadows veiled her. As Rayage spoke Evalin felt a growing sense of unease within her, and a mild distain grew as well, Though I were gracious enough to offer my wisdom in this matter, he carry it not to heart I see... Her eyes looked about the crowd, and from their eyes she saw many did agree with what the esteemed professor spoke. An eyebrow raised and Evalin returned her attention to the man, Though his sway on those around him is to be admired... she thought grudgingly.
As the boy Miro took his turn in the light, Evalin's mind worked on a different matter. This scene could change in many directions. The crowds were but a hairs breath from utter confusion. Two sides... Two sides existed here it seemed, and while one seemed sincere and driven by a true need, the other dripped with barely restrained self preservation.
Her finger traced the surface of her necklace, Tell me... what see you in the voices spoken?
The chill swept through her mind as the Familiar spoke, Each speaks a truth to themselves...
Evalin smiled, Indeed so it seems... But the question is, which truth holds the greatest sway? The girls eyes swept back and forth over those who spoke, and finally they settled on the Konti, There...
The words of a knight may echo with honor, the voice of a learned teacher rings with wisdom. The voice of a young wizard swells with uncertainty, but the voice of a healer...
Can sway the thoughts of kings and turn the tides of war... she finished. Standing slowly Evalin leaned her weight on her staff. As the Konti woman spoke her peace and examined the other two men, Evalin moved as well, staying within the shadows to move closer to Nira and those she inspected.
Tsenrika whispered softly, What is it you plan to do?
Evalin smiled, stepping up close behind the woman and into the fire light so that she might also be seen, It is time I make my own play. I cannot simply allow that man to hold sway upon the crowd now can ?
Stepping to join the Konti's side, Evalin offered the woman a brief smile, seeking out Nira's eyes with her own crimson ones. A grin appeared, parting long cold lips in an expression that did not quite suit a child's face. Then, looking out over the fire and those that surrounded the light Evalin spoke, "My good people..." Her voice wound out, full and loud yet still pitched like that of a little girl's, "I hear many thoughts and spoken opinions, yet still... We go in circles." She tapped her staff twice on the ground, outstretching an arm to emphasize her next words, "Be still your frightened pondering. Let aside your unfounded concerns. We who are are Zeltiva and you who are of Syliras are not so different. No, we may in fact be very much the same." her eyes fell on Nira once more, and she outstretched a hand to touch her gently on the arm. Those crimson points narrowed for the briefest moment, but the smile did not falter, "Be you worried not for here in our midst we have a fine healer. One who will aid us in the coming days and nights. So I beseech you all, offer yourselves to this woman's care." Evalin's hand would fall to grip the staff once more, but her eyes would linger just a moment before looking over at Imass and those who followed him, "Those of you who are wary to be commanded by the sword may yet be justified, yet I still say that the healer is to be heard. Offer yourselves to be inspected, for is it far better to know of a coming danger than to let it creep upon you whilst you sleep unawares."
Her voice was heard, her words, heeded or no, were now left to the open. Evalin looked at Nira once more, nodding slowly and turning to return once more to her spot within the shadows. As she walked her gaze would seek out Rayage's, and a raised eyebrow and faint hint of amusement at the corner of her lips would greet his own gaze. Settling once more under the tree Evalin contented herself to watch, Now then... Shall all come together under the healer, or shall this group tear itself apart? Pulling her hood down lower Evalin grinned.
What delicious irony this is. The one who proclaims the separation of the sick and well is, in fact, sick himself? She chuckled, a finger touching her lips, I wonder what will come from all this?
Further words were spoken, and upon a blades edge the knight pledged that he would take all those infected under a single banner, His banner of course.Evalin thought, But then perhaps that is not to be questioned. Would it not be better to lead a troupe of the desolate than become desolate and alone oneself?
Think you of yourself and not of others...
A hand moved to touch the necklace at her throat, but a coy smile still lingered, Perhaps so my dear Tsenrika... but I carry no interest in thinking of others.
Just when the girl began to contemplate just where the tides were weakest her concentration was broken by the most odd and unusual sight yet. The man who stood beside her moved, steeping from the shadows of the night to be heard in the flickering light of the fire. Those crimson points narrowed, and what little amusement were left quickly slipped away as the corners of her mouth turned down.
She listened quietly, not moving from where the shadows veiled her. As Rayage spoke Evalin felt a growing sense of unease within her, and a mild distain grew as well, Though I were gracious enough to offer my wisdom in this matter, he carry it not to heart I see... Her eyes looked about the crowd, and from their eyes she saw many did agree with what the esteemed professor spoke. An eyebrow raised and Evalin returned her attention to the man, Though his sway on those around him is to be admired... she thought grudgingly.
As the boy Miro took his turn in the light, Evalin's mind worked on a different matter. This scene could change in many directions. The crowds were but a hairs breath from utter confusion. Two sides... Two sides existed here it seemed, and while one seemed sincere and driven by a true need, the other dripped with barely restrained self preservation.
Her finger traced the surface of her necklace, Tell me... what see you in the voices spoken?
The chill swept through her mind as the Familiar spoke, Each speaks a truth to themselves...
Evalin smiled, Indeed so it seems... But the question is, which truth holds the greatest sway? The girls eyes swept back and forth over those who spoke, and finally they settled on the Konti, There...
The words of a knight may echo with honor, the voice of a learned teacher rings with wisdom. The voice of a young wizard swells with uncertainty, but the voice of a healer...
Can sway the thoughts of kings and turn the tides of war... she finished. Standing slowly Evalin leaned her weight on her staff. As the Konti woman spoke her peace and examined the other two men, Evalin moved as well, staying within the shadows to move closer to Nira and those she inspected.
Tsenrika whispered softly, What is it you plan to do?
Evalin smiled, stepping up close behind the woman and into the fire light so that she might also be seen, It is time I make my own play. I cannot simply allow that man to hold sway upon the crowd now can ?
Stepping to join the Konti's side, Evalin offered the woman a brief smile, seeking out Nira's eyes with her own crimson ones. A grin appeared, parting long cold lips in an expression that did not quite suit a child's face. Then, looking out over the fire and those that surrounded the light Evalin spoke, "My good people..." Her voice wound out, full and loud yet still pitched like that of a little girl's, "I hear many thoughts and spoken opinions, yet still... We go in circles." She tapped her staff twice on the ground, outstretching an arm to emphasize her next words, "Be still your frightened pondering. Let aside your unfounded concerns. We who are are Zeltiva and you who are of Syliras are not so different. No, we may in fact be very much the same." her eyes fell on Nira once more, and she outstretched a hand to touch her gently on the arm. Those crimson points narrowed for the briefest moment, but the smile did not falter, "Be you worried not for here in our midst we have a fine healer. One who will aid us in the coming days and nights. So I beseech you all, offer yourselves to this woman's care." Evalin's hand would fall to grip the staff once more, but her eyes would linger just a moment before looking over at Imass and those who followed him, "Those of you who are wary to be commanded by the sword may yet be justified, yet I still say that the healer is to be heard. Offer yourselves to be inspected, for is it far better to know of a coming danger than to let it creep upon you whilst you sleep unawares."
Her voice was heard, her words, heeded or no, were now left to the open. Evalin looked at Nira once more, nodding slowly and turning to return once more to her spot within the shadows. As she walked her gaze would seek out Rayage's, and a raised eyebrow and faint hint of amusement at the corner of her lips would greet his own gaze. Settling once more under the tree Evalin contented herself to watch, Now then... Shall all come together under the healer, or shall this group tear itself apart? Pulling her hood down lower Evalin grinned.
Wretched Aura: As a Wretched One Evalin possesses an unnatural aura about her that causes unease in those who get too close. It can come as a prickle of the hair on the back of the neck, a sense of 'wrongness' about her. How people experience it is different depending on their personality and how they handle the unnatural and unknown. Animals tend to become more agitated, more easily sensing how wrong Evalin is and often avoiding contact with her.
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An Unavoidable Discussion (PM to Join)
by Eridanus on August 27th, 2012, 5:08 pm
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omg you guys post so fast! it's my fault for being so busy but... give me a chance to stick a post in? xD haha. anyway this is a really excellent round, props to everyone for individually pushing the plot forward and presenting such intriguing choices and opinions. Btw Evalin that is one sweeet spankin' new post box-code you have there.
As the knight saw his fate as be-spelled by the konti healer, it was evident that his face fell with disappointment. However, he seemed to recover quickly and reached a sort of internal resolution, for his next words surprised the ethaefal. Surprised at his utter boldness at imposing such a blunt ultimatum. It was not one of diplomacy, but one that might cause the already high tensions in this camp to turn into a violent one. As if by instinct, he felt the need to mentally brush against the aura of the young wizard again, for he was the greatest threat in the bunch. Not only his ridiculous power, but also the obvious rift between the two camps that was clearly beginning to form. If anything boiled down to conflict he had to be the first to be taken down, lest everyone suffering massive collateral damage as a result of the powerful spells that would get unleashed.
Before Eridanus had a chance to contemplate seriously, another figure stepped into the fire, and the ethaefal's eyes widened in surprise again as he spotted a very old acquaintance. Rayage the Nuit Alchemist. The undead spoke words of cutting rhetoric and satire, but the logic was sorely missing. It could be appreciated by academics well-versed in the fine arts of literature, poetry and stage, but scholars of logic such as he would destroy the man's argument. However, this was beside the point, for most of the crowd here were common folk, not highly educated elites such as the rare few of them present. They would not appreciate nor understand such thinly veiled satire. Instead, all they would see is a douchey corpse speaking in a posh manner.
Miro and Wrenmae stepped in, and even another child prodded the group to follow the healer. The celestial child had been dithering for too long, pondering his choices. He had to make a move, even if it was declaring a non-move, he had to make one than remain silent. He had to make his presence somewhat felt or risk being a non-stakeholder. The direction that this was heading was not a beneficial one, and though the child who approached Nira'lia defused the emotions in the air somewhat, it was still going downhill.
"We have heard the words of various people, ladies and gentlemen," Eridanus began addressing the crowd, his voice ringing with the wisdom of age and the urgency of command.
"Professor Rayage, it is a pleasure to meet you, though I am afraid that we must postpone our reunion for a little while," Eridanus told the alchemist in an aside. There were many things that he wished to rebut the man about, but this was not the time for academic debate. Mortals had a limited memory, and the crowd's attention span was already stretched by the many speeches before his. He would achieve little if he sought to readdress previous points.
Continuing his loud proclamation, he continued, "Ser Imass may have said it rather crudely, but we must agree that there is no point in infecting the main host. Professor Rayage, your point that sickness is natural is certainly valid. However, with respect to the context here it is simply a fallacycouldn't resist teehee
. Sickness of this magnitude and scale may be a product of nature, but it cannot be dismissed as a simple cold. It is an anomaly that must be addressed and resolved if we hope for our continued survival."
Of course, illness could be natural. In the end, the origin did not matter, for it could be said that the relics that inhabited Mizahar were natural too. Yet, they were detrimental to the survival of the pre-Valterrian races and thus the combined effort of the mortals resulted in the almost extinction of the relics. The same could be said about this plague.
"Again, we must excuse the wizard's paranoia. We are not here to point fingers, and to go on a witch-hunt. I implore the rest of you to not join in this... boy's hysteria and to conduct yourselves logically and in a mature manner. We aim to seek to resolve this issue of the plague, for what Nira'lia said is right. Fail to resolve it, and we all succumb to it. Is it not enough that we face unknown dangers ahead? That we are able to address this known variable but choose not to? This is not preparation, this is not bravery. This is stupidity."
Taking a moment for it to sink in, he picked up his rhetoric, "Fellow comrades. I do not speak for the Knights, for I am merely a consultant like some of you. However, I do know that they do not seek to subjugate everyone else; do not be swayed by the fear-mongering of the vocal minority. I have experienced their honor and chivalry first-hand, and I know that the gods they serve would not appreciate corruption."
In the end, it was up to the crowd to decide. For he would not force them, unlike Ser Imass, but he would do what he could to guide their direction. He was an observer after all, and since long ago he had chosen not to interfere too strongly in the petty struggles of mortals. Perhaps it was fortunate that the unranked knight had threatened the use of force, for the knights would stand behind their own if reasonable, and Imass had certainly acted with reason, even if his public relation skills required a severe brush up. That way, the ethaefal could remain passively at the sides, pushing the tide of the discussion in a way that would benefit everyone.
"I pray we do not dwell on threats and ridiculous claims. Ask yourselves, would you, as a fellow mortal, willingly bring your infection and subject other healthy innocents to your disease? If that was not enough, also risk failing the grand quest and possibly leading to the ruination of the mission and the resulting deaths in hundreds, even thousands? If you are still as determined to soldier on, I applaud you. It is reasonable to join under one banner so as to not affect the rest of the group, but also doing your part. I repeat, Ser Imass does not seek to subjugate our fellows under the pretext of leadership. It is a democratic and meritocratic banner, and just a subgroup like any other. Once again, consider the good reputation of the Knights and what they have done for civilization. The knights do not seek subjugation and domination. This is an alliance, a partnership, and teamwork. Is it too much to ask for each of us to display comradeship and teamwork in the face of such danger?"
Striding forward to his companion, he stopped, taking a while to compose himself. Uttering prayers to Leth, to Priskil, to Wysar, to Yahal, to Myri, he closed his eyes as dread began to form in his heart. It was like standing with a blade at his neck, but not knowing if the blade was sharp or blunt until the very last moment.
"And so just like the others before me, I shall practice what I preach. Nira'lia, consider me thus," He ended, removing his outer garments such that only his thin inner clothing can be seen.
The moonlight gleamed as it struck off the moon-child's body, a structure of perfect smoothness and beauty. One that was unnerving yet alluring at the same time. A body that belonged to another dimension, with its surreal wonder and otherworldly presence. A body that might just be infected by the mortal concerns of the mundane world.
Before Eridanus had a chance to contemplate seriously, another figure stepped into the fire, and the ethaefal's eyes widened in surprise again as he spotted a very old acquaintance. Rayage the Nuit Alchemist. The undead spoke words of cutting rhetoric and satire, but the logic was sorely missing. It could be appreciated by academics well-versed in the fine arts of literature, poetry and stage, but scholars of logic such as he would destroy the man's argument. However, this was beside the point, for most of the crowd here were common folk, not highly educated elites such as the rare few of them present. They would not appreciate nor understand such thinly veiled satire. Instead, all they would see is a douchey corpse speaking in a posh manner.
Miro and Wrenmae stepped in, and even another child prodded the group to follow the healer. The celestial child had been dithering for too long, pondering his choices. He had to make a move, even if it was declaring a non-move, he had to make one than remain silent. He had to make his presence somewhat felt or risk being a non-stakeholder. The direction that this was heading was not a beneficial one, and though the child who approached Nira'lia defused the emotions in the air somewhat, it was still going downhill.
"We have heard the words of various people, ladies and gentlemen," Eridanus began addressing the crowd, his voice ringing with the wisdom of age and the urgency of command.
"Professor Rayage, it is a pleasure to meet you, though I am afraid that we must postpone our reunion for a little while," Eridanus told the alchemist in an aside. There were many things that he wished to rebut the man about, but this was not the time for academic debate. Mortals had a limited memory, and the crowd's attention span was already stretched by the many speeches before his. He would achieve little if he sought to readdress previous points.
Continuing his loud proclamation, he continued, "Ser Imass may have said it rather crudely, but we must agree that there is no point in infecting the main host. Professor Rayage, your point that sickness is natural is certainly valid. However, with respect to the context here it is simply a fallacycouldn't resist teehee
. Sickness of this magnitude and scale may be a product of nature, but it cannot be dismissed as a simple cold. It is an anomaly that must be addressed and resolved if we hope for our continued survival."Of course, illness could be natural. In the end, the origin did not matter, for it could be said that the relics that inhabited Mizahar were natural too. Yet, they were detrimental to the survival of the pre-Valterrian races and thus the combined effort of the mortals resulted in the almost extinction of the relics. The same could be said about this plague.
"Again, we must excuse the wizard's paranoia. We are not here to point fingers, and to go on a witch-hunt. I implore the rest of you to not join in this... boy's hysteria and to conduct yourselves logically and in a mature manner. We aim to seek to resolve this issue of the plague, for what Nira'lia said is right. Fail to resolve it, and we all succumb to it. Is it not enough that we face unknown dangers ahead? That we are able to address this known variable but choose not to? This is not preparation, this is not bravery. This is stupidity."
Taking a moment for it to sink in, he picked up his rhetoric, "Fellow comrades. I do not speak for the Knights, for I am merely a consultant like some of you. However, I do know that they do not seek to subjugate everyone else; do not be swayed by the fear-mongering of the vocal minority. I have experienced their honor and chivalry first-hand, and I know that the gods they serve would not appreciate corruption."
In the end, it was up to the crowd to decide. For he would not force them, unlike Ser Imass, but he would do what he could to guide their direction. He was an observer after all, and since long ago he had chosen not to interfere too strongly in the petty struggles of mortals. Perhaps it was fortunate that the unranked knight had threatened the use of force, for the knights would stand behind their own if reasonable, and Imass had certainly acted with reason, even if his public relation skills required a severe brush up. That way, the ethaefal could remain passively at the sides, pushing the tide of the discussion in a way that would benefit everyone.
"I pray we do not dwell on threats and ridiculous claims. Ask yourselves, would you, as a fellow mortal, willingly bring your infection and subject other healthy innocents to your disease? If that was not enough, also risk failing the grand quest and possibly leading to the ruination of the mission and the resulting deaths in hundreds, even thousands? If you are still as determined to soldier on, I applaud you. It is reasonable to join under one banner so as to not affect the rest of the group, but also doing your part. I repeat, Ser Imass does not seek to subjugate our fellows under the pretext of leadership. It is a democratic and meritocratic banner, and just a subgroup like any other. Once again, consider the good reputation of the Knights and what they have done for civilization. The knights do not seek subjugation and domination. This is an alliance, a partnership, and teamwork. Is it too much to ask for each of us to display comradeship and teamwork in the face of such danger?"
Striding forward to his companion, he stopped, taking a while to compose himself. Uttering prayers to Leth, to Priskil, to Wysar, to Yahal, to Myri, he closed his eyes as dread began to form in his heart. It was like standing with a blade at his neck, but not knowing if the blade was sharp or blunt until the very last moment.
"And so just like the others before me, I shall practice what I preach. Nira'lia, consider me thus," He ended, removing his outer garments such that only his thin inner clothing can be seen.
The moonlight gleamed as it struck off the moon-child's body, a structure of perfect smoothness and beauty. One that was unnerving yet alluring at the same time. A body that belonged to another dimension, with its surreal wonder and otherworldly presence. A body that might just be infected by the mortal concerns of the mundane world.
NOTICE: I am currently mostly inactive til August. As such, guild activities are temporarily halted (watch out for major revamps, changes and organizations when I'm back in full force). Any activity with Eri will be rather slow as well, but I am slowly readjusting back to "Mizahar life", so to speak, so do PM me if we have a thread that I left hanging and we'll talk.
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by Miro on August 27th, 2012, 5:35 pm
Awe struck Miro as the horned man spoke. It was not the voice he had heard before, not confusion or fear, it was reason. A loud cheer escaped from the boy's lungs, finally able to see clear. His eyes shone yellow, a sign of great joy. It was for the first time that he was able to acknowledge this man, the first that any had clearly conveyed what Miro wished to say.
The wizard was no longer on guard, no longer afraid of the worst. Miro had heard dire news, finding he was sick, yet no longer was he on guard. Almost beyond his control, he began to clap his hands together with vigor. "That is what I like to hear! Let all men and women hear what this man had said. We need fear nothing! We are a strong group, and together, not even this plague may stop us from our quest."
Finally able to let a sigh out releasing built tension. It was a great relief. His res was of some use, but he figured it best not to put people on guard. Slowly he willed the material to slide along his clothing and into the ground, where he transmuted it to ice. Perhaps Morwen also would smile on them. It was a naive thought, but he hoped that the ice may give her vision on this camp. She would have faith in his cause, he was sure.
"I am infected, as is Ser Imass. May I ask where it is I should stay, as not to spread my sickness or anger the knights. If it is okay, I'd like to get treatment soon. If any herbs are of use, I volunteer myself to hunt them. Well, to the best of my ability. Nobody here needs to die, not if we work together. Also, I think we should listen to what Rayage had to say. Rats are invading our camp at night, the dirty scoundrels. If we focus some efforts on killing them, it could help contain sickness greatly. Can now we all focus on ways to prevent the sick from consuming us? I do not wish to use my magic to bury the dead. Not when it can do so much to keep us all alive."
The wizard was no longer on guard, no longer afraid of the worst. Miro had heard dire news, finding he was sick, yet no longer was he on guard. Almost beyond his control, he began to clap his hands together with vigor. "That is what I like to hear! Let all men and women hear what this man had said. We need fear nothing! We are a strong group, and together, not even this plague may stop us from our quest."
Finally able to let a sigh out releasing built tension. It was a great relief. His res was of some use, but he figured it best not to put people on guard. Slowly he willed the material to slide along his clothing and into the ground, where he transmuted it to ice. Perhaps Morwen also would smile on them. It was a naive thought, but he hoped that the ice may give her vision on this camp. She would have faith in his cause, he was sure.
"I am infected, as is Ser Imass. May I ask where it is I should stay, as not to spread my sickness or anger the knights. If it is okay, I'd like to get treatment soon. If any herbs are of use, I volunteer myself to hunt them. Well, to the best of my ability. Nobody here needs to die, not if we work together. Also, I think we should listen to what Rayage had to say. Rats are invading our camp at night, the dirty scoundrels. If we focus some efforts on killing them, it could help contain sickness greatly. Can now we all focus on ways to prevent the sick from consuming us? I do not wish to use my magic to bury the dead. Not when it can do so much to keep us all alive."
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An Unavoidable Discussion (PM to Join)
by Imass on August 28th, 2012, 2:25 am
Secret :
OOC- The reaction of the crowd that I am portraying has been confirmed with Paragon through PM.
I know this is a long post, but I decided to go into analysis of everyone's speech in order to explain why the crowd is reaction this way. (at least why I think the crowd would react like this). Either way I hope this is enjoyable to you all and not a boring wall of text.
I know this is a long post, but I decided to go into analysis of everyone's speech in order to explain why the crowd is reaction this way. (at least why I think the crowd would react like this). Either way I hope this is enjoyable to you all and not a boring wall of text.
Imass' proposal sent a shockwave through the crowd. The whole crowd began to murmur for a few tense seconds. A brave squire yelled out in support of Imass to attempt to psych up the crowd. Almost the entire Syliran crowd was in support of the Knight. Any Syliran who took the time to go on this quest respected the knights greatly, and thus aligned on their path. These mercenaries and warrior-monks all understood Imass. They were men of the blade, not men of the book. They understood what he meant and agreed with him. Those with particular conviction and faith took Imass' vow seriously. They also understood his ultimatum.
The Knight saw that many Zeltivans supported him as well. Many looks to frustration left their faces. They understood that the organization was the most un-corruptible group in Mizahar. Despite their militant ways, the Knights were truly trying to better humanity. This was common knowledge. A vow from a Syliran Knight was taken seriously, even to other countries such as Zeltiva.
The Akalak knew this fact well. He knew no matter what was said, they would not take his conviction and faith away. None would have the right to say he did not act in his very best judgment and good will. None, not even the nuit who approached first and spat in Imass' face, would be able to take his zealousy away. Personal conviction and demonstrous faith was his only argument; such argument as the one Rayage proposed would never win the hearts of the majority of people. It didn't matter what the nuit thought or what the nuit believed to be true. His extremely rude and pretensious tone of voice turned down many people in the crowd. In fact, the blue knight barely understood the nuits arguments. Rayage lost him so early, he didn't even fully understand all the insults the vile scholar said. Regardless, Imass did not like this nuit who seemed to be in league with Eridanus.
The young lad who had spoken out before also chimed in. He was buying into the words of the nuit. He wasn't thinking clearly in the Akalak's opinion. Miro was swayed by Rayage's words of manipulation and deceit. Speaking non-sensual speculate talk seemed to be a specialty among the Zeltivans. Imass was not imposing tyranny. However the issue of the plague was black and white. Imass did admire Miro though. The guy was fierce with passion and actually meant his words, unlike Rayage. The knight loved this, despite his error.
The shadowed man spoke up next. His words brought up so much more tension than Rayage or Miro's rants did. The psychopathic wave guard chose his words carefully. He was not a master of rhetorical and elite-talk arguments like the nuit, but rather a master of manipulation. His word served no purpose in the Knights mind other than to divide the peoples. His words only sprinkled salt on old wounds and encouraged the outrage from more Zeltivans. After he rebuked Imass in an open and clear manner, more opposition to the Knight cheered in the shadowed background. Although a majority of the crowd seemed to side with Imass, Wrenmae drove a wedge into many people’s hearts. He had effectively sealed Rayage and Miro's argument more allies, by rebuking Imass' alliance.
Imass put his simple tunic and pants back on, but left his armor off.
Luckily, Nira'lia innately understood the problems that these Zeltivans were creating. She stepped in and laid down the facts. Through her tone of voice and facial expression, it was apparent in Imass' eyes that she rather not get very involved the politics of the situation. She clearly stated that it was necessary to segregate the plague, however she was quick to state she would not impose anything on everyone. Nira'lia appealed directly to the hearts of the people. The konti healer made it clear that she was working in the best interest of all living and breathing peoples. The scaled beauty naturally supported Imass with her words and bolstered his cause.
When she was done speaking she went to inspect Miro and Wrenmae.
Her words rang with the truth of a healers insight, however her voice and demeanor was not that of a politician or leader. Her words were more than likely drowned out by whispers of people and the fire, which was roaring by now. Luckily for the Konti Seer, a shadowed woman appeared and spoke out for the healers cause. Imass sighed in relief. Evalin was playing into the knight's hand whether she knew it or not. Nira'lia's intentions aligned with Imass, therefor getting people to listen to Nira's suggestions would in turn lead them straight into the Akalak's embrace for action. Even though the female nuit still sided with the Zeltivans, her words would bring the light of just reason into people’s hearts. Imass respected Evalin for that, despite she was seemingly siding with Rayage in the end.
As Evalin finished talking Nira'lia announced that Miro was infected and that Wrenmae was clear of the plague.
Finally, Eridanus stepped forward and hammered the nail into the coffin, so to speak. Eridanus the scholar was truly a man of justice and reason, the blue man concluded. Imass was happy to have the Son of Leth as an ally. Eridanus explained the Knight's intentions and words in a manner of speaking that everyone, including the Zeltivans, could understand more readily. He explained the logic behind Imass' words and reminded everyone that the Knights were innately good by nature. He confirmed everything that the warrior-monk was saying in terms that non-soldiers could understand.
Several cheers rang from the crowd after the Ethereal's speech. In Imass' mind everything was settled. There was no more need for conversation on the task at hand; Eridanus explained everything Imass couldn't have hoped to explain. They needed to inspect the group, decide who was joining the coalition, then they could start making more plans. At least this is how the militaristic knight viewed it. Even Miro had a change of heart after hearing those on Imass' side speak. He even volunteered himself to help with the efforts to find the cure to the plague.
Although he couldn't convert everyone, Imass was happy with the reaction of the crowd. The majority was on his side. He would not fail them. He would make do with his vow.
The Knight stepped forward with a somber, yet serious look on his face. He wasn't playing around when he spoke up, "Thank ye Eridanus, Scholar of Reason! This man has explained to thou in words more elegant than mine, for I am not a well versed in the art of rhetoric. I am a warrior of faith. I speak with my sword!" Imass said with a clear ringing voice. He spoke with passion, "But rest your minds! My sword speaks for goodness and justice! I will do everything in my power to lead us to victory over the plague!" No matter what individual people's opinion were, Imass was speaking the truth when he said these words. He was really trying to be a just and good knight. One did not need Tyveth's gnosis mark to know he wasn't lying.
The Knight stepped forward and addressed everyone with his arms open wide, "Do not forget that this plague is fatal! Despite what your opinion is, listen to Nira'lia the Konti healer as this woman has said. If you have the plague you are doomed to die... this is very scary. Ye have no idea how truly frightened I am. Know this well good peoples: if you have this plague the inevitable conclusion is death. Be scared! Be very scared for your lives, because this is REAL! This isn't some philosophical argument," he said looking at Rayage, " or old rivalries," he said looking at Murdock.
Imass took a deep breath. He did not wish to be long winded, "Have courage in the face of doom! Dig deep into your soul and find the conviction to fight back against this plague! Stand with me and together we will find the courage to endure this omen of doom!" The squires and the most faithful in the crowd began to cheer Imass. The squires in the camp even approached the firelight. The began to gather closer around Imass; their faces were full of pride and resolve. They knew what Imass was all about and they supported him. The squires also began to line up to get inspected by Nira'lia. There were about a half dozen of them in total right now standing in front of Nira. The others waited for their turn around Imass. They were cheering.
The Knight was not done though. He raised his hand for quiet, before stepping forward to Miro. The Akalak offered a firm handshake for all to see in the fire light. The six foot six Akalak towered almost a whole head above Miro, so he instinctively took a knee in front of him, "I admire your courage, I admire your resolve," the knight said directly to Miro whilst looking at him in the eyes. Next Imass spoke over his shoulder in a loud, clear voice for all to hear, "Witness All! Zeltivans AND Sylirans! This man has the plague and has volunteered to devote the rest of his life regardless of own personal comfort and his own experience. This guy is a REAL MAN OF COURAGE! May you all learn from this man, for he is a Zeltivan who has seen beyond out petty arguments!"
The squires began to clap and cheer on Miro. They yelled out small words of support and inspiration.
Imass turned back to Miro and whispered to him, "I would make you a squire immediately if you desired. You have shown to me you have the mental resolve needed to be a knight. It is hard to find the courage to stare danger in the face, but you have shown these people it is possible. You have inspired me son to bring more people together."
The Knight stood now and spoke to the crowd with open arms, "I beg thee to come forward and know if ye have the plague or not. Then I ask those cursed with the plague to join me. I BELIEVE that all of you have the capability to stand in the face of this plague," Imass wrapped an arm in caring embrace of the squire next to him, "I BELIEVE that you ALL can build strength through team work!"
Imass would place another arm around Miro, if he let him, "I BELIEVE IN YOU! I THINK THAT WE ALL HAVE THE COURAGE TO GET THROUGH THIS TOGETHER!" Imass' eyes glistened as emotion poured out of him. He looked at Miro, "I believe in you," he then looked at the squire to his left, "I believe in you," he looked up, "I believe in all of you! Together we can kick this plague's arse!!!"
"Now who is with me?!" The squires cheered loudly, as well a majority of those in the Syliran crowd. Many of those in the Zeltivan crowd cheered as well, however all in all, there were still people that did not agree with Imass.
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An Unavoidable Discussion (PM to Join)
by Nira'lia on August 28th, 2012, 10:24 am
OOCJust wanted to fit in another post. Eri’s the last of the bunch. FYI, all you other PCs are clear.  The Konti listened to the child. She blinked, amazed—such a young girl, but she spoke with wisdom. And when the girl touched Nira’lia’s arm, the Konti discovered the reason. The girl was a Nuit. Images of a girl with another face, from centuries past, flooded Nira’lia’s eyes. It had been the moment Evalin had been transformed to a Nuit. There was another person as well, but Nira’lia couldn’t recognize him. She had no way of knowing that it was Rayage. Evalin had been in pain… a lot of pain. But when she woke up, there was new, endless life, and intense happiness. Happiness that was brought about by an endless future. Before this moment, Nira’lia had no idea how Nuits were made. And the only reason she had been able to piece it together was the change of bodies. For all she knew, she was wrong—but at the moment, that was her conclusion. When Evalin had touched her arm, she had flinched and tried to pull away, but it had been too late. After the images were gone, though Evalin’s happiness was still fresh within her, Nira’lia smiled at the girl as a sign of appreciation. The Konti was happy that Evalin had backed her up. She also appreciated that Miro had taken his own results well. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how exactly to cure this plague,” said Nira’lia in response to Miro’s question. The plague was… different from all other illnesses she had seen. Even the healers back in Zeltiva didn’t have an answer. “You can keep the symptoms at bay, though. There are herbs that can keep the swelling subsided. There are also medicines that can treat fevers, colds, coughing… but in the end that would only slow the plague itself down,” she apologized again, “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to get rid of the disease completely.” Perhaps there were more knowledgeable healers at the main camp? Nira’lia mentally noted to seek them out later on. Following Miro and Wrenmae, several other people chose to be inspected as well. They were mostly squires, and Nira’lia was happy to know that while a few of them had the same symptoms, most of them were clear. That was refreshing to know. There were a couple whose infected bites had already terribly festered, and she felt sorry that they had not know sooner that it was something more serious that nasty wounds. Eridanus was infected with the plague as well. He had the same bump on his inner arm, just like Miro. Nira’lia felt sheepish—her own companion was infected, and she had not known. While Imass spoke zealously to the crowd, the Konti found a moment to talk to her Ethaefal companion. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to group with Ser Imass. I’ll follow you,” she said to Eridanus, although the statement was already a given. “It would probably help for me to learn more about the plague anyway.” |
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