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Fireballs and Raindrops

Postby Taurina on September 17th, 2017, 7:43 pm

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The Ethaefal could feel the eyes of her fellow Drykas lifted to her as she passed them during her exiting of the pavilion. Each one was like a weight laid upon her shoulders. She felt judged and dirty. Like she was doing something so wrong that she was causing her people to turn away from her. That may or may not have been the case, but whatever the truth really was did not matter. Not when all Taurina could feel was a hollow ache of something like guilt filling her core. She kept her gaze cast down, walking as quickly as possible behind the walahk so that she might be back outside sooner rather than later.

It did not take long. At least his feet were not slow and Taurina moved easily behind him. Soon the pair was back out in Syna’s heat filled light, the golden rays shining bright as ever. Nothing about the day had changed. It was still overwhelmingly hot. Syna still high and bright. The Drykas people still moving about their everyday business. The horses still vying for the coolest spots with the strongest breeze. It was like everything was just as it had always been and nothing was different. The Ethaefal felt different though. She felt as though she had come out of Baultime’s Barrel with a piece of herself no longer there. It was not about the money she no longer had, but about the wound that had been inflicted upon her pride. She felt as though she could never look her people in the eyes again. Never look her family in the eyes again.

The male kept going forward, heading towards wherever his destination was and Taurina moved to follow him, but she had one thing to do first. She could not leave behind Starfire. She may have felt tainted, but she that did not truly change anything about who she was or those she cared for. So she went back for him. Quick work was made of it for his attention was easily gathered, though he did not seem happy to be moving again. Taurina gathered up the yvas in her arms and vocally directed the strider to follow her. She had to run to catch back up to the male, but he was easy enough to find now that she had found him a first time. That hat was easy enough to pick up in a Drykas crowd.

They were probably halfway between the pavilion and where the male eventually stopped when Taurina caught up to him with Starfire following close behind. She was sweaty, her arms aching, and her breaths coming in ragged gasps; but she did not complain. She did not say anything at all, actually. Instead she just followed behind the male, a new uneasiness spreading in her chest. They were going out into the grasses where tents would not surround them. It would be more private there, but.. the grasses. Taurina gnawed on her lower lip, silent curses running through her thoughts. Was history repeating itself? Had she been a fool also in not thinking of this possibility?

They stopped (Taurina stopping just soon enough to avoid running into the male) and the walahk announced his belief that where they stood was a good place to do their work. Taurina looked at him, she looked at the area surrounding them, looked back towards the city. He was right in saying they could still get back, run for it if they had to, she could still see the tents of the Ruby clan. A slow sigh escaped the Ethaefal. They were not within the tent city. They were in the grasses. Last time such a scenario had played out things had not gone to plan, but this would be different. She just kept telling herself that. Things would be different because she would make sure they did not turn out the same.

“Alright,” Taurina agreed verbally before she let the yvas drop from her arms.

Her arms gave an ache of relief as she allowed them to drop to her sides. She sighed and stepped away from the yvas, moving to a clear space. Not that she would need it, as things stood her magic rarely travelled farther than her hands. Hands were raised and she signed to Starfire to relax, but stay near. If the horse understood, he did not acknowledge, but the signs were repeated twice more and Starfire was never more than a hundred yards away. With that done, Taurina was able to focus on what her newest mentor had asked of her.

It was easier to sit and focus. To feel the ground solid beneath her and allow the body to take a moment of rest. Breath came in and out, heartbeat loud in her ears. Taurina closed her eyes for a moment, focusing and allowing her mind to clear. It was so easily clouded by all those thoughts of guilt and all the fears that plagued her. The Ethaefal could not give control over to those emotions, however. Not right at this time. She needed her head clear to focus on the magic. Needed her mind on this one thing so that she might succeed. Everything else could be dealt with later. Would be dealt with later.

Palms faced the sky as steady breaths were drawn in and out. She rested the back of her hands on her knees for her legs were crossed. Taurina allowed her body to relax as she sat there. Chimes passed. Her mind focused on the sound of her heart thrumming in her chest. She just focused on the sound, nothing else, and allowed her mind to clear. Then she silently willed for the magic to come. For a ball of res to begin to form above the palm of her right hand. It did not take so much effort as it had the time before, but it did take her much longer than it had taken the male before her to light his pipe. Much, much longer. When she was done, the Ethaefal only had about a large marble size of res floating above her palm in a rough spherical shape.

Taurina opened her eyes, looked at the opalescent colored res. She did not turn her gaze to the male before her, but kept her attention on the magic. He did not matter just now. She was not done. Instead, she focused in on that heartbeat again. Found that connection within herself to the magic so that it might shift from gel to liquid. It was not easy, it was never easy, but it was getting better. Faster anyway. The res became like a puddle floating in her palm. A small smile lifted the corners of her lips. It was decent enough.

“I can only change the res from the gel to the liquid as of now. I have not tried the others. I can change the res to water, that’s all so far," Taurina told the male, much calmer now without so much attitude, before demonstrated by letting the liquid res turn to liquid water that dropped into her palm and fell through her fingers to the grass below, “I do not have much control of it. Never was told how to maintain any control after turning it to the water.”

Taurina quieted after that and lifted her gaze to meet the male’s once more. She just stared at him, calm and patient with none of the judgement from before, and waited for his instruction.

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Postby Konrad Venger on September 18th, 2017, 3:00 am

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He learned more from watching than from listening. Her words just filled in the gaps, gave personality to his observations. Konrad watched with his pipe between his teeth, steady tendril of grey smoke oozing from his mouth as he sank down opposite her. He mirrored her cross-legged position, still and patient as a tiger in the long grass.

He measured as he watched, too. Counted ticks. Counted breaths. Got a rough idea of where she was on her path, based on where he'd been on his own. And the past tense was definitely appropriate. A grape-sized ball of multicolored res rose from her hand, bullied and molded into that shape by her will... and it grew no bigger.

Konrad did not know her heart, but he knew a beat when he saw it. And when the beat was right-

-res turned to water, sloshing briefly in her palm before dribbling to the ground.

“I can only change the res from the gel to the liquid as of now. I have not tried the others. I can change the res to water, that’s all so far."

Konrad grunted, nodded, sucked on his pipe. So, a novice she truly was. Some amused voice chuckled in the back of his head, marveling at how fast that he, a good little mage-hater from Sunberth, was now measuring himself against some stripling wizard, and finding her wanting.

“I do not have much control of it. Never was told how to maintain any control after turning it to the water.”

"Yeh can't, not after s'turned," he said bluntly, holding out one hand, resting it on his knee just like she'd done. "Y'can control the res, move it where y'want... but more than that?"

It was, if he was honest, much the same process she probably endured herself. That quieting of the soul, focusing inward so intensely that you could feel the magic under your veins, flowing beneath your blood. Konrad closed his eyes for just a moment, and when he opened them-

Come.

-the scar on his palm glowed. Not a fractal rainbow like Taurina's, but a green-black miasma, like his djed was pulled from a swamp, brackish and foul. The res curled upward like the smoke in his pipe, and he gave it much the same command. It went from a tentacle to a sphere, spinning and glowing like some vegetation-soaked planet... growing to the size of an apple as she watched... and then he raised his hand.

Go.

The ball floated away from him. Linked to him by a thread of res, a necessity for what was to follow, but still... bobbing like a balloon... stopping in the air between them. He let her watch it until-

SNAP

Now.

-his fingers cracked and the planet became an inferno. But the res still flowed into it, and Konrad could see what he hoped Taurina would: that under the orange and yellow, was still the green-black of his djed made manifest.

"Y'see? Only reason I can control it-" he demonstrated by moving his hand, left to right... and the fireball did the same "-s'cuz I still got res goin inta' it. But, y'take the res away..."

The thread was cut. Snipped clean away like marionette strings, fire eagerly gobbling up the hanging tendril, and within a few moments the res inside the burning globe had been consumed entirely. All fuel fled, and once that happened... even magic had to obey some laws.

There was a puff of smoke, and the flame died, eating itself like a snake would its tail.

Konrad sucked on his pipe, and tobacco hissed and burned again. It was hardly late in the day, but the shade of the grass and his hat and the cloud of thin smoke obscured his features somewhat. Enough that when he smiled, his teeth gleamed in the gloom.

"Again. 'member: feed it, dun't jus' make it."

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Postby Taurina on September 23rd, 2017, 5:08 am

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True control was not possible after res was turned to element. Not the sort of control Taurina had thought was possible. It seemed that the magic needed res still active and alive within it for any semblance of control to remain. The Ethaefal was not confused by what the male demonstrated, but there was still a certain amount of disappointment that formed with this news. Along with a weight that came with knowing that there were more things than she had thought that she did not yet know.

Taurina knew she should not have been surprised finding out that total control throughout a spell was impossible considering she had never been able to maintain control, but she had simply thought she had been doing something wrong. Now she knew that that was not the case. What she had thought was possible was not and now she had to shift her expectations.

A little sigh was blow out as the Ethaefal watched the male’s fire consume the remaining djed and die in the wind. It was kind of amazing that the flames had not simply just fallen to the ground and turned the whole sea of grass into a sea of ashes and smoke. She could see it happening even though it did not, the echoes of wildfires remaining from the season past. The destruction fire could cause out here when air and grasses were so very dry. It would not take much, just some sparks, and everything would be gone. Consumed by flame. A shiver swept through her body despite how very far away she was from being cold.

The Ethaefal had never been the biggest fan of water, ocean water specifically. There was something about waking up in the waves of a raging sea one day and knowing that she had been cast back into the mortal world that had left a permanent stain upon her soul. From that day on, Taurina had carried a dislike for large bodies of water. Not a very prominent one for there were many more things to dislike and fear, but it was there hiding beneath the surface. Strong enough that when she discovered her first element to be water, she had been more than a little unhappy. This day, though, she was thankful. Thankful it had been water and not flame. Thankful that what she had been given, if and when she could learn to control it, might actually be of some help in these bleak times when the land was dry and its people, her people, were desperate.

"Again. 'member: feed it, dun't jus' make it."

A nod was all Taurina gave in response to the instruction before she utilized nose and mouth to draw in a deep breath. Eyes closed and mind was pulled into focus. The Ethaefal thought about all that was in her, made the connections to herself once more as Aoren had told her to a year prior. Her breath was released in a slow stream from her nostrils as she pictured the inner workings of her body in her mind. The pumping of her heart, the movement of her blood, the strength in her bones, the in and out of her lungs. She was alive and she was Drykas. She was determined not to fail.

Res came and it pooled in the Ethaefal’s right hand just as before. This time, however, she willed it to turn to liquid res as she went so it took on the shape of a misshapen puddle instead of a sphere like before. The continuous stream of res the male had showed her he knew how to maintain with his magic did not come easily. It felt almost unnatural to not just form a small shape of some res and work with only that as she had all the times before this. To continue the connection to herself was a challenge. One she was willing to meet and attempt to conquer.

The puddle of res that formed was the size of a marble -at best- once again. The woman with multicolored hair did not mind, though, for this was not about the amount of res she could draw out at once. She knew more was possible, but too much more and she would burn out. The temptations would come, the metal taste in the mouth, the pounding headaches, or even something worse that she had yet to experience. Taurina wanted to stave all that off for as long as possible. Little amounts and attention to the details, that was all she knew to do to keep herself sane.

The strand of res still being fed into the puddle was wobbly and faint at best. One had to work to see it, but it was still there. Slowly growing the grape size puddle of liquid res from the inside out. Taurina stared at her progress. Her concentration was solid, but she did not feel that this could be maintained much longer. She could feel herself beginning to slip and what was worse was that she did not know where to go from where she was. Did not know how to turn the outside to water while keeping the inside res.

Taurina opened her mouth to ask what to do next, but her concentration began to fracture in that moment. The wobbly stream of res feeding into that marble sized puddle turned into something so faint, Taurina knew her chance at trying with this round was going to be gone soon. So she willed the res to turn to water and tried her darnedest to keep that faint little stream still connected to her feeding into the puddle. Liquid res once more turned to water as the Eth held her breath. The water hovered in place. It only lasted the short side of a moment, but caramel eyes saw it stay before water splashed into her palm and slipped through her fingers to the ground.

The res was gone, the magic evaporated, but that caramel gaze lifted anyway for the moss green eyed male to see that a new light of success had been set ablaze.

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Postby Konrad Venger on September 26th, 2017, 2:06 am

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She knew how to listen, at least. Whatever attitude she brought to him when they were elsewhere, she stowed it when the time to learn came. Konrad nodded gently as she summoned her djed, watching carefully as the magic flowed and forms changed... and not just on what she wrought into the air between them.

He looked at her face. Her eyes. The steadiness of her hands. The sheen of sweat on her skin. The rise and fall of her chest. All those telltale signs that he'd seen in himself, when working wyrd stretched on and on into something-

Too much.

She knew her limits, too. Before her wyrd could rebel against her, the bobbling ball of water collapsed across her hand, making it shiny and slick, rest of it dribbling onto the ground. Konrad pursed his lips and made an approving little "hmph" around the stem of his pipe. As she watched him, he tapped out the dead, charred leaves into the grass, stowed the precious little device back into his pocket.

Worn wood clinked against scuffed-up brass knuckles. No matter who he was, or what he was, always a fighter lurked. And a damned dirty one, too.

"See? Better, innit?" He had no issue with stating the obvious: sometimes a little praise was what a person needed to hear, not flowery, scholarly words. "Good t'see y'know how t'follow orders, too. Or teachin', whatever yeh wanna t'call it."

He breathed in, and he closed his eyes. Things had changed so much. Konrad wasn't much for introspection, but even he was struck dumb at the man he'd become since Three Eyes had tried to put him down. A year, wasn't it? More? It didn't seem to matter, really. It was further back than that, anyway. He'd become a mage in Kenash, and a year before that, he'd hated them. Feared them.

There was an angry, blotchy scar on his chest from where a spear made of petching ice had nearly killed him, years ago. The handiwork of a mage, butchered mere ticks after. Konrad was a Sunberth boy. He hated mages, hated magic, trusted in steel and blood and muscle and cunning.

What are you now, then?

Easy: the man who can do this-


He breathed out and spread his arms... and the green-black gas started trailing out of his mouth, like vines and ivy pouring through the ground. But it was head up and into the air, controlled and willed into twin orbs, hovering above his palms.

"Y'don't need yer hands."

His words came from a thousand miles away. He spoke even as his lips tingled and sizzled with the res bubbling up from them.

"Yer body jus' makes it easier, y'know? Somethin' solid... somethin' real... but alla' dis?"

He closed his mouth and willed the gas to cease. Hells, it could have come out of his eyes, his ears, or his petching arsehole if he wanted it to. This was just the best way of getting the point across. Pushing the girl, his student, to try more, do more, practice more.

Only way you get better, is by doing. Leastways when it comes to this shyke.

"S'just what yer mind makes it."

He didn't snap his fingers that time. He just thought the word, or what he wished to happen, and it did. The two balls of gas burst into life and Konrad could sense the res in the center of them. The last control he had. He felt the heat on his palms, crackling through the air, and the control, that which she'd sought from him-

-he grunted and felt a spasm of howling energy rip through him as he thought-

Up!

-and the two balls flew into the sky-

To die. Burning bright like captured Synas finally escaping, glowing as the flames ate the res within... and then they were gone again. Konrad opened his eyes and his breath was ragged. His face shone. His skin prickled and twitched like it was crawling with bugs and he wagged a finger, partly to cover the fact that his hand was shaking.

"But y'cant push it. Practice, an' get tougher an' better wit' it... but don't ferget: there's always a cost."

He looked briefly at his palms. The scars. Remembered the strange, wonderful, terrible invasion of his flesh and soul by that old mage, seasons ago. What he'd gained, and what he could never be again. His gaze flicked back to those soft brown eyes and she smiled... not entirely kindly.

She hasn't felt that edge, yet. Hasn't felt it slice into her. She needs to. Needs to know where it is.

"Now... again."

It was a tone that brooked no argument, and Konrad waited for Taurina to fling herself onto her sword.

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Postby Taurina on October 5th, 2017, 4:32 pm

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Lips pursed and a flare of malice shone in the caramel eyes for the span of a single moment, but Taurina said nothing. Did nothing. There had been praise on his lips, in his little ‘hmph’ sound, and that was something she had not really expected. Not from him at least. It almost made up for the words that came after his praise. Almost. It took no small amount of effort to keep her mouth shut, and her attitude in check. Especially when it was there stalking around like a beast waiting to rear its ugly head just beneath the surface of her emotions.

“I am here to learn,” was all Taurina allowed herself to say in a quiet voice with the smallest and weakest of smiles on her lips.

It was easy to drop back into silence after that. The shine of success no longer lingering in her eyes now that it had been tempered by words and unsavory feelings. The Ethaefal stepped into an uneasy calm, just watching her mentor as he moved on into his next lesson. Not that they had mastered the first lesson, but it seemed as though it was the concepts the Eth was to get down during this time. The mastery would come later when she practiced in solitude.

Eyes lingered as green and black smoke began to rise. It poured from his mouth, just like his words so ugly and foul. There was something almost beautiful about the way the res moved, however, it was not all just a trick of the magic meant to dazzle and amuse. His usage of it in this way showed Taurina that there was more than one way to will the res to come, that it was more apart of her than she had yet to realize.

Despite herself, Taurina was enthralled by this. Her eyes were wide and watching, taking in all that she saw and storing it within herself for later use. So many paths there were to take when it came to learning this magic. So many ways it could be done. Not just one narrow road, but many roads crossing and turning. It scared her a little bit, but she was slowly learning to be excited by it instead. What wonderful things she could imagine herself one day knowing how to do. What a great help she thought she may one day be able to be to her people. All it would take was knowledge, control, and practice. Things she could do. Things she could gain.

The balls of res lifted into the air before they were set aflame and, once more, soon all that was left was ash and smoke. It was nearly mesmerizing, but Taurina had seen the magic cast that way before. The effect was dulled somewhat because she had known what to expect. Did not matter much, though. She was not here to be dazzled by his flame, but to learn what his usage of it could teach her.

Hands were not needed. It was mind over matter. There is always a cost to that which gives power.

Taurina did not know what the price he had paid was. What price he was still paying now. She did not know that she wanted to know. Then she might feel sorry for him and she did not wish to feel sorry for him. It was easier to dislike him. To put him in a place in her mind where there was no other thoughts about him besides teacher and magic user with brutal scars and a worse personality. She could keep herself separated from him this way. Part ways and never think of him again while still remembering the lessons he had taught her.

The Ethaefal knew that she had not paid a heavy price yet. Had not used the magic enough to know truly how much it was going to cost. Soon, though, she knew that she would. It was only a matter of time. If she was going to practice, if she was going to keep learning, than she was going to give herself away piece by piece. All she hoped was that in the end there was still something left of her. Her soul still intact. Her heart still throbbing in her chest. Taurina did not wish to give her life, not for this. That was where she had drawn her line in the sand.

Instructions to cast again were given, demanded, and Taurina simply nodded in reply. She spread out the fingers of her hands before tensing muscles and releasing. There was still more within her. A well just barely tapped into. But Taurina was determined to be careful. Determined not to step into realms she could not return from. Aoren had taught her that it was the mage who did not pay attention to the details, who rushed himself, that was the bringer of his own undoing. Taurina did not want to be that mage. She was not going to let anyone force her to become that mage. There was too much to live for.

It had become normal to look to her palms and will res to pour forth from them. It was normal to sit and stare at scarred hands until what she desired came into being. This time, however, Taurina attempted to do what her teacher had done. Will it to come from another place because it could come from anywhere. There was an exhale of breath before she ran the tip of her tongue out over her lips in an effort to moisten them before she let her lower jaw relax and those lips part slightly. The goal was to will the res to form there, pour out from the corners of her mouth. So mind was quieted once more and eyes shut as a concentration so deep that an ache began to throb at her temples was tapped into.

The res came. It flowed like a congealed river of opals down the skin of her face, shimmering like a brilliant gemstone in Syna’s bright light.

It was not such a simple success, however. The res did not pour from her mouth, but from the tear ducts embedded within her eyes. Down her cheeks the res streaked like so many heavy tears of sadness. With it came the taste of blood heavy in against her tongue, and a shaking that caused hands and shoulders to quake. Control was not so easy when one did not know what they were trying to control. This unexpected course of action had Taurina thrown off her concentration. She did not know how to stop the magic from coming. Did not want to stop it from coming.

Res did not fall to the ground, but was guided by will to pool in the center of palms. Like her teacher before her, Taurina was able to get the res to form into a spheres that hovered there above her hands. Eyes were opened and she looked at him. There was not success in her eyes this time, but a look of one both drunk on power and desperate for it to stop. There was a part of her deep within that was desperate and pleading. It was that part of her that wanted to live. That wished to remain sane and standing upright.

“What fun is staying sane, Rina?” the child of nightmares was there, speaking, along the frayed edges of Taurina’s worn mind.

Gaze turned to look, to find, but the image of the girl was not around. Before her was only the teacher. This was just the voice. The voice of one who Taurina did not wish to know.

“Keep going,” the child pressed, voice demanding.

“No,” Taurina spoke in barely a whisper, outlaid.

“Keep going,” the voice requested again.

“No.” The Eth’s voice was stronger this time.

“Yes,” said the voice, sweeter this time.

“No!” Taurina growled, that part of her fighting finally breaking through.

Res was cut off. The spheres in her palms turned to water splashing into the grasses. Taurina crossed her arms and shook with uncontrolled trembles. Her heart pounded in her head while the taste of blood and metal clashed with her tongue. She brought her body low to the ground, letting caramel eyes stare at shaking blades of grass. The nightmare child was still there, speaking along the edges of the mind. Taurina was ignoring her, trying desperately to push her away. She would not go. Like the other symptoms of too much magic cast too fast, that voice was not done reeking havoc.

“Enough,” Taurina breathed, raising her gaze to the man’s face, “Enough.”

Too much. She had given too much. Failed to keep herself accountable to the details. Gone too far too fast. No more. Not this day. It was over, no matter how much she wished to continue. She was determined not to give in.

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Postby Konrad Venger on November 24th, 2017, 7:10 am

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The girl reached her limit, and Konrad watched her arrive. It was interesting. Not just becoming tired, or succumbing to exhaustion. That was a purely physical sensation: your body forcing you to shut down, relax, take it easy, stop being such a bloody fool until it could repair itself. But res was not just the body; it was so much more, and Konrad had asked Taurina to go further than just running far or lifting much.

Cold, calm eyes observed her reimancy splatter onto the grass and her composure shatter like glass. They blinked, quick and reptilian, and his hands stayed on his knees. He listened to her pant and cough and offered no words of advice. A water skin was not offered, nor any kind of cloth to dab her streaming, steaming brow.

This was the lesson, sure as the words and the demonstration. What she was feeling, every painful inch of it. Instruction carved into her memory, never to be erased. The girl looked up at him and spoke the same word twice. Konrad nodded and got to his feet without ceremony. Such was his nature, after all.

"Aye," he said, in that slightly breathless way that one does, rising quickly and speaking as the same time. "Fer now."

He looked around and could feel the night unfolding around them both. Laughter and music. Crackling fires and sizzling meat. Spilled beer and horse shyke. An eternal whirl of diamonds over their heads, and a black abyss beyond the lights of Endrykas. The hungry sea, the hungry void, and them trapped down in a speck of light so easily snuffed from all notice.

A chuckle eased its way out of Konrad's mouth. More and more, he could make that sound and it felt... something approaching natural. Like he could do it more often, if he wanted. Grimy teeth, yellow and black and iron, glittered and glistened as he looked down at the young mage.

"Now yeh'll remember fer nex' time, methinks," he said, squaring his hat back on his head, masking half his face in shadow. He tipped the brim of it, green eyes glittering like broken emeralds. "Yeh knoww here t'find me, aye? So when yer ready, do dat. Until den... dun eat t'night. Jus' water, an' bed."

He started walking, and his receding back was the only farewell Taurina would get. An easy fistful of coin, he thought to himself as he wound past tents and corrals and pavilions. And more to come, I'd wager...

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Note: As of Fall 517AV, Konrad is known only as "Hansel" in Endrykas
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Fireballs and Raindrops

Postby J'Ak on January 25th, 2018, 11:13 am

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T A U R I N A
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Investigation +1
Endurance +1
Socialization +1
Negotiation +2
Leadership +1
Meditation +2
Reimancy +3
Rhetoric +1
Observation +2

lores

Investigation: Asking around in search of someone
Endrykas Location: Baultime's Barrel
Endurance: Thinking of the positives of an unpleasant situation
Negotiation: Offering what's mutual
Negotiation: Pay a share now, pay a share later
Negotiation: Giving away too much information makes haggling harder
Reimancy: Once res is fully transmuted to element it can no longer be manipulated
Meditation: Body-scan
Reimancy: Partially transmuting res
Reimancy: Exuding res from one's eyes
Konrad: A foul man but a fair teacher
Overgiving Effect: Temptations to cast

penalties

- 20 gold mizas



K O N R A D
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Negotiation +1
Reimancy +3
Rhetoric +1
Intimidation +1
Teaching +3

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Negotiation: Stating what your knowledge is worth
Sunberth: A deadly place for a mage
A lack of haggling suggests desperation
Intimidation: Blackmail as a subtle tool
Teaching: Using one's experience to get a sense of where students are at
Reimancy: Exuding res from one's mouth
Teaching: Pushing a student to their limits to teach them where those limits are

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+20 gold mizas



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Such an enjoyable read to watch these two contrasting personalities come to a mutual arrangement. Great work guys! Konrad, don't forget to pay Fall 517AV living expenses!



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