Dirt of the Earth[Delos]

by **Clyde Sullins** on April 1st, 2013, 2:19 am

Clyde looked at the pycon, and shook his head once. Perhaps it was just Clyde, but he did love a good argument at times. He rarely if ever lost one, but all the same felt he was better off for having done so.

"But then, it is not really that useless information that you are valuing, by your own admission. Instead, it is this other info, bits about the persons personalities, which you find of value. At its base, the info I said, the pants leg, is still of no importance. It is only indirectly it can gain any importance, and is at its base still pointless."

"Not to mention, that info could easily be faulty or push you to the wrong assumption. Perhaps in that one aspect, they are disorderly, but in others, they are not. You cannot make broad generalizations, just from one aspect of their life. I for instance, tend to wear the same clothes over and over, which would appear to make me the second type. But that in fact has nothing to do with my personality, but my choosing for when I wear my nicer clothes. In other aspects, I certainly find a greater emphasis on symmetry and go about my work rather systematically."

Of course, Clyde did not mention the fact of what that work was. In his eyes, his true work was his magic, particularly his glyphing and magecrafting. But he felt no need to tell this man of his skills in these, or what he did for a living.

Clyde listened as he told him of the plant he was looking for, something called Spring's End. It certainly did seem a bit of an odd variety, but perhaps not one of interest to Clyde. He had little interest in things simply for aesthetics, and refused to buy things that did not have a practical purpose. Anyone who had been in his home would know that.

"Perhaps so. To be honest, I have never found much need to obtain things which only use is to be looked at. It seems a waste to me. I think things should fulfill a purpose, or they should not exist."

Clyde paused for a moment, letting out a breath, as he looked down at the small clay man, and examined him for a few moments... No weapons... No defenses... Small enough that a rabbit could kill him and be done with it. And yet out here alone, with no protection.

"So then, Mr.Scholar, what are you a scholar of? What do you truly know, that would amaze me? Surely you have something to bear witness to. And why are you so foolhardy, so as to venture out here alone, with no protection? How is it you hope to return to Ravok alive, with nothing to protect yourself from even the slightest of threats. What would stop me from taking my hammer here, and ending you once and for all?"

As he mentioned his hammer, Clyde slid his hand over the top of the metal head of his hammer tucked through his belt, poking out the top. Clearly Clyde's change of topic was sudden, and quite dramatic, but to the point. Clyde had suddenly thought of these things, and decided to ask them right away. After all, he thought, best to have an answer, while the observations are still fresh in ones mind.

It was likely Clyde had no plan of killing the pycon, regardless of his answer to the question, but the pycon did not know that. And sometimes a small bit of intimidation did wonders to progress a situation, and to get some answers.

by **Delos** on April 2nd, 2013, 5:58 pm

The scholar had been enjoying this man's rather odd but welcome company... up until the point where Clyde had dangerously changed the subject. The hand sliding over his mallet did not escape his notice, a very blatant threat. Delos was not exactly fond of threats against his person, people always seemed to like him defenseless which often worked in his favor. The man was not outright hostile but since threats were being exchanged it would probably do for Delos to give a threat of his, if for no other reason than to politely encourage the man to back down.

Delos had not been expecting to call upon his reimancy today, however sometimes little displays of power went a long way. The Pycon focused on generating a small amount of Res at his base, moving the liquid along the ground slightly in front of him. This complete the scholar focused the small stream of Res up sharply transmutating it at the same time, forming a small but noticeable spike of earth pointing directly at Clyde. The process was not taxing, it was only a small display but the drain was there as it always was and the dangerous desire to use more Res was as well.

"I would not suggest you do so, Mr. Clyde, the earth is quite a formidable weapon." The scholar said, ready for action in a moments notice should the situation turn violent.

Hopefully the man would see the disadvantage in threatening a reimancer and back down with an apology. Delos did not want to fight today but he had before and he would again if it was necessary. It was unfortunate really, he had been so enjoying this human's company.

by **Clyde Sullins** on April 3rd, 2013, 7:31 pm

Honestly, had the man explained himself, at least in some manner, Clyde would not have done anything, on his threat. Technically, it had not even been a threat, though Delos had taken it that way, but had been more of a question, a pointed one. Though the way Clyde had insinuated it, it did sound like a threat, and Delos took it as one.

At first sight of res, Clyde had been surprised, but he recognized it right away, after all the times he had made it. He had blinked a few times, and within a few ticks this was gone, instead traded for interest.

What would this apparent reimancer do? Some flashy or intimidating attack, to try and scare him off? Lightning? No, lightning was no good, it was to dangerous close up, you did not want to be anywere near it when lightning went off.

Fire? Surely, of all the elements, fire was the most visually intimidating, by its nature, at least to non-magic users. Perhaps he would do that? Instead of interupting, and sending an attack of his own, Clyde waited and let the petty mage work his magics, and form an attack, whatever it would be. He could tell just by the way he handled his res, that he was not to strong, at least in comparison to him.

And something else he found funny, was when he saw what he made... He made... Earth! When he was standing on top of it? What kind of novice was this, that transmuted earth, while he was standing on top of a healthy fresh supply? Or did he enjoy wasting his djed, by creating substance from nothing?

Clyde did the only thing he could do, at seeing the tiny spike of earth the man had created, which was more of a splinter really. He laughed. And laughed hard. And laughed some more, looking down at the petty mage, who thought himself to be so scary.

"Are you petching me? Who put you up to that? I mean really? You think I am scared of a splinter? Really? Ha! Or are you just that petching dumb?"

Clyde threw his head back for a moment, and let out one last guffaw, before becoming serious, his face becoming neutral once more, as he looked back down at the mage.

"So which is it? Are you that petching dumb? Or are you suicidal, that you go throwing a splinter in my face, to scare me? I mean really, a hunk of dirt, scary? At least throw some fire at my face or something, if you can. Go ahead. Throw a fireball at me. Right here"

Clyde took a few steps back, a small grin on his face, and patted his belly a few times with his free hand, like it was a big open target, as he looked down at the clay man.

Transmuting earth. Really. And he thought he was scary. All that showed was how foolish he was, and how little he knew his magic.

by **Cataclysm** on April 17th, 2013, 7:15 am

Helos :

Clyde Sullins :

Safety comes in the oddest forms

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