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Post by Teh Donut on Jul 30, 2010 18:37:59 GMT -5
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Frederik raised an eyebrow, but made no other move. "Depends. What do you mean by 'what do you mean?'"
When Janis posed his question and then received the reply, Ragnvaldr was coming back down the stairs. By the time Janis would finish any reply of his own, he would have crossed the room and headed out the door, seemingly oblivious to any conversation.
*Kegan*
The tall man shook his head as he took his hand off his comrade. "Many years, much study and even more practice, lad. Yet even all the preparation in the world can guarantee success. Many sages have wasted many decades trying to learn or replicate this...'absorption'. But, this power represents a great responsibility; it's not as simple a matter as placing your hands upon someone and willing them 'better', and it's a much more complex task than mere healing. Ceomus only grants it to those who have demonstrated themselves worthy of it."
By this time the shorter cleric had hobbled over by the door.
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 30, 2010 19:51:23 GMT -5
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"I mean just that," Janis answered back, but with curiosity. "Are these Riders a special organization or do you just mean that you are from Darnathir?"
*Kegan*
The eyebrows above Constance's blindfold furrowed in thought. "So it is a gift directly granted to you by your god?"
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Post by Teh Donut on Aug 2, 2010 22:53:34 GMT -5
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"Oh, well then, yes on both counts," Frederik responded as he eased up. "I simply said 'of Darnathir' because the Imperium has it's own cheap knock-off version, but yes, we're a special organization. Something like an elite unit, if you will. We're one part police force, and one part vanguard for the kingdom; there's barely two legions of us though because not many are cut-out for this job, so we're often stretched thin like this, but if anyone invades it's our job to die as slowly as possible until the main body of the army arrives." He ended his last clause with a nonchalant chuckle, as if there's something funny about the main army actually doing anything.
Tobias came out from the kitchen, carrying a small platter upon which rested an omelette-like substance with cheese on it and some manner of berries inside, and a mug of hot cider. He placed it before Zionix. "Enjoy, miss."
*Kegan*
"Gift? Hardly." As he had been from the moment they entered, the tall man's tone was neutral, making it hard to tell if he was being frank or sarcastic. He adjusted his bifocals as he started walking back to his seat behind the room's only desk. "To claim this as a boon is to claim being run through the heart with a spade is preferable to a botched beheading..."
The tall man, having reached his seat, sat and clasped his hands upon the desk. "...But to answer your question, yes...and no. Do you know much of Ceomus Hemamus?"
Igashu had closed his eyes for a moment, his arms crossed. When the question was posed, he was the first to speak, before anyone else had the chance to deny. "Yeah. He was the right hand and mortal servant of Aris, goddess of Justice and Order. Long ago, when the gods still walked our world, Aris and her brother Dalymeus were in constant conflict, fighting both through their armies of celestial beings, and through their mortal followers. Ceomus was loyal until the day Aris commanded him to execute a group of people who worshiped to Dalymeus. Ceomus, seeing that the killing would simply be reciprocated on Aris's followers by Dalymeus should he do it, refused. Aris immolated his mortal flesh with her fires, but Ceomus had spent so much time in her presence as her servant that the fires could not touch his soul. Cryr took pity upon him for his fatal defiance in defense of his own enemies, and had him deified."
The two men were silent for a moment, blinking. Igashu opened his eyes and looked around the silent room, then shrugged his shoulders. "What? Sometimes...sometimes I listened to my lectures..."
"Right," the tall man at the desk broke the silence. "Ceomus has no body, and has no avatar. It is not his power to directly act in this physical world. But, his influence does touch us all, and by dilligently following in his life and becoming living manifestations of his creed, his spirit's much more likely to hear us when we call upon his name and ask him to flow through us to perform these...'abilities'."
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Post by Ninmast on Aug 3, 2010 7:48:46 GMT -5
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"Oh, I think I understand," Janis nodded in response to the explanation. "You seem more confident, though, in your own abilities than in those of the main army. I don't like conflict and violence, myself, but I understand that sometimes it is a necessary evil. Why, then, does Darnathir permit its army to suffer in whatever way lends it such scorn by its more elite agents?"
*Kegan*
Constance listened intently throughout to both sides. However, when the explanations finished, he addressed the initial question. "It seems to me the concept of it being a gift or not is in the eyes of the beholder. It allows someone to take a blade meant for another even if they were not there to do so when it happened."
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Post by Psi on Aug 4, 2010 23:53:55 GMT -5
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Zionix's face brightened as she saw Tobias. She watched the food as it came and thanked Tobias bother verbally and with a nod. She inhaled deeply, preparing, and dug right in, enjoying the food. Though she was mainly preoccupied with eating she managed to throw some of her attention towards Janis and Frederik.
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Post by Teh Donut on Aug 28, 2010 4:08:52 GMT -5
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"Haha, oh, I didn't mean it like that. It's just a pride thing, you know?" Frederik laughed while waving off the question with his hand. He looked out the window at the morning light, and continued, "Really though, we've tarried long enough here. We can talk later as we travel, and then you can ask all the questions your heart desires. You're ready to go?"
*Kegan*
"Perhaps so, but is it any better to save that one man by taking the sword meant for his heart and directing it to another's? To the former I'm a saint; to the latter, a demon." The tall man opened the book on the desk, took up his quill and, no longer watching his visitors, began to write in the open book on his desk. "You're welcome to stay and philisophize with me as much as you like, stranger, however your friends are still in need of attention. Brother, please escort our guests upstairs."
The shorter man, still obviously wracked with the pain of breathing with his newly smashed ribs, nodded, and began to lead them back out of the room and up the stairs, Igashu not taking long to decide to help him up.
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Post by Psi on Sept 21, 2010 20:11:28 GMT -5
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Zionix looked up from her food and at each of them wondering if they were going to start without her.
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