Flashback Two Reimancers Walk Into a Bar[Farris]

Two strangers meet by chance, will a friendship develop?

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

Two Reimancers Walk Into a Bar[Farris]

Postby Crylon Stonecraft on August 4th, 2018, 12:29 am


32 Summer 515


Crylon watched as the other apprentices at Thorin's hammered at the forge. Today he was on assisting duty, rather than smithing himself. He had been given time to learn and train before under the supervision of a more skilled apprentice, and so now it was the trade off. He would spend time, as all of the apprentices did, fetching and helping and assisting.

One of the apprentices called out for fuel, and after his half chime break he was back into the thick of it. Running over he grabbed a shovel and loaded some coal onto it. Then turning to the forge he fed it in. His bare torso was sweating from a mix of exertion and heat, and glistened on his back in the light cast by the forge.

Rather than taking the time to grab another tool to tamp it down and level it off, Crylon casually stuck in his left hand and waved his hand about to make it all flat and even. While this might have been a sight or surprise even ten or twelve days ago closer to when he had started, Crylon using his special Isurian arm in place of various tools was old hat now and taken in stride.

The coals leveled Crylon pulled has arm loose, shaking away from himself and the human to remove any excess embers or bits of burning material. He then pumped the forge bellows for the apprentice to get the fire going. Once the new coals were nicely burning he raced off again, leaving it to the man working the forge to get it all even and to the right temperature.

In the time that task had taken him, another forge was in need of some more metal. Crylon raced off to a supply area and grabbed up a case of iron with both hands, more of the load resting on his left arm than his right. He dropped off the load at the forge, and grabbed up the almost empty one. Once he had done that he moved about the room to other forges, distributing the small excess left in the first iron case to top off some of the ones not full but not as empty either.

All of his exertions were tiring him, the task of assisting being perhaps just as if not more so exhausting than actually directly working the forge. But helping in such a way made it possible for the others to keep working, and they all took it in turn to do so for greater efficiency of the smithy as a whole.

Either way his shift was nearing its end, then he would be back to his room at the inn to collapse onto the bed after a quick wash and rinse. He would sleep for awhile, rise and eat, get some more sleep. He had the next day off to rest, and then would be be up early the next morning to work the forges again. On that day of his return though he would be actually working and smithing, and another would be running fetch.

While he had been thinking about this, Crylon had been sitting resting on a closed box full of a mix of tools, resting for a chime or two to catch his breath. That break done though, one of the apprentices shouted a customer was there. Crylon nodded, and headed for the front to see what the person wanted. Grimy and sweaty in equal measures from his work that day, Crylon grabbed clean cloth to wipe down the greater excess from his bare chest. Bits of gunk stuck where his thick leather apron did not cover, and sometimes found their way in under that as well. Somewhat cleaner Crylon headed to the front of the business to greet the customer who had been wait for service for several chimes.

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Two Reimancers Walk Into a Bar[Farris]

Postby Farris on August 4th, 2018, 6:59 pm

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Farris found with the passage of time that his desolation gave way to resolve. While the Reimancer never learned anything about the nature of Aster's disappearance, he was quite certain that the elder wizard was long dead and gone. Hope for his re-appearance dwindled with the season past and in its place, steep distrust and disdain for his neighbors arose. Farris as a younger man was prone to flights of fancy. Discussion among his neighbors turned to drinks at the Malt House or Silver Sliver Tavern. However, those same neighbors understood the burden of his loss and the desire to keep to himself that manifested from it. Gray eyes, once bright with affection for those around him turned brooding and introspective. Lessons taught by Aster turned to mantras to live by rather than ideas to consider. It was not lost to the mage... the irony of growing closer to Sagallius when he suspected that the worship of that God was responsible for his father's death. No, he kept such faith as a well within him. He did not pray to Sagallius nor did he exhibit signs of worship to the God of Puppetry, seeing little point in outing himself as a worshipper of a foreign God in the light of his denial.

Farris resolved to 'bury' his father at long last, a full season and a part of another already passed since his disappearance. To do so, the mage turned to Thorin's. He'd passed by the smithy many times in his life in Ravok, but before today there was no need to step inside. The Forge was rife with activity when the Reimancer entered. His gray eyes cast their gaze about the place with a wide measure of curiosity. Embers sparked from metal surfaces and Farris found himself fascinated with the hustle and bustle that these smiths engaged in. However, his attention was diverted to the hustle of one particular apprentice within the smithy. At first, the Reimancer believed it to be a child, but as he looked closer, it was apparent that the man was something else entirely. His skin was tinged blue and there were vein-like protrusions on his flesh. To Farris, it was an oddity to see such an incredibly inhuman creature dwelling within Ravok. There was also the matter of the short man's thick metallic arm that made him seem somewhat lopsided to the young mage. He couldn't help but be intrigued by Crylon and when the Isur approached him, he was at a momentary loss for what to say.

The wait that Farris experienced wasn't a nuisance to him at all. In fact he was curious to watch the short blue man, particularly as it gave him cause to indulge himself in a practice he'd not taken to since his father's passing. Djed welled from the depths of the young mage's soul, rising up to flare within his eyes. A glint materialized within his cool, gray gaze as he trained it on the Isur. As Crylon approached him, the djed just began to take to his eyes and he sought to create a link with the Isur's aura. Immediately the mage noticed the disparity between the Isur's body and the metallic arm. It seemed a part of him and yet... there was a presence that lingered upon the limb that Farris didn't quite understand. He peered deeply into the man's aura and felt a rush overcome him as the manipulation of djed invoked pleasure and curiosity in equal measure upon him. The arm was suffused with powerful magic that Farris didn't understand and would be sure to inquire about if possible. But, for the moment he was stopped by the Isur's path towards him and the expectant look that sat upon his face. Farris. a rather tall human, was forced to look down at the Isur, his gray eyes losing a measure of the glint within. Still, he'd train upon Crylon's aura, but he had business to attend to, as well.

"Uh, hello there," he began, some measure of uncertainty in his tone before he continued on, swallowing once. It wasn't fear that stalled him, but a distraction. The flaring aura of Izentor caught Farris off guard. He knew of gnosis, but to identify them was impossible and it left a deeper curiosity that bored into his mind like a drill.

"I'm in need of some nails. Also, with that, I have a more personal request. I'd like to place an order for five metal letters, meant to spell a name," he informed the Isur.'

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Postby Crylon Stonecraft on August 5th, 2018, 12:47 am


By the time Crylon made his way over to the human customer the human male had been waiting for several chimes. As he headed over he felt an odd sensation he could not quite fully describe and did not know how to place its source. By reflex Crylon quirked his head to the side as he began to feel it on his approach. To Crylon's mind it was akin to the rubbing of flesh along a burred metal object, unfinished and uncleaned, an odd sensation and texture one did not feel often. However he felt this odd sensation upon the back of his neck, but not on his neck. It was a strange concept, an awareness, which he did not yet comprehend.

As it appeared that said human was about to speak, Crylon kept silent to avoid interrupting as he pondered the odd feeling. However the longer he waited and the man said nothing, the more he felt he should say something. Clearly the man wanted something, and would say what it was when he knew.

It also did not help that the man stared at Crylon, almost as if seeing him while seeing something else. Another odd thing he could not place or recall having senses or experienced before.

When the man finally spoke and greeted him, Crylon simply nodded. Even his basic understanding of the language allowed such simple transnational verbiage to be exchanged, but he had yet to hear a question and so assumed the man was planning to continue. And get to the point, the Isur thought to himself.

He had seen such behavior before, particularly in Ravok. Humans, particularly in Ravok, were not as used to non-humans. Other cities while not commonly visited and lived in by Isur were perhaps better about accepting and integrating non humans. Ravok and Ravokians though did not seem to make much of an attempt in this regard, simply expecting non humans to adapt to the humans way of things. Living on a body of water was bad enough, particularly for an Isur who knew next to nothing of swimming beyond basic theory which was likely mostly wrong, but the people who lived in it exacerbated things far beyond that initial issue of terrain.

Still, it was to be expected, they were not Isur and so could not be held to the same high standards and expectations of his own industrious and relatively cohesive race. They had clans, but the kingdom of Isur was one entity beyond clan and with each contributing.

Regardless, the odd feeling of the burs was fading as the human started to stare less and began to look at him and not through. Crylon could not recall having the feeling another time, let alone just by someone looking at him, but it rose his suspicion and unease just that bit more in dealing with the human.

“Nails simple, can fill now. What measure... Amount want? How many? How much?”

Once the human answered, Crylon would head off to fetch the requisite nails, bringing them back in a small wooden box. If they were numerous enough, they would be held in a larger but still small box of simple unadorned wood with an open top.

“Letters take time. Maybe come tomorrow, check if ready. Or tell then when to pick up. What metal made of? Iron? Steel? Copper? What made of? And how big, tall, wide, each letter? ”

As he asked these questions, Crylon would take out a bit of scratch parchment and begin to scratch out the order as the human informed him of the custom requirements.

Once that was done, Crylon would cant his head the other way, pondering for a moment before speaking as he scratched the back of his neck with his right hand.

“Before you speak... You feel... Odd? I feel something... Prick... Then gone. But not prick, no blood, no cut.”

Crylon of course in asking this had no idea what the human had been doing or its source, though he had felt something perhaps in response to it.

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Two Reimancers Walk Into a Bar[Farris]

Postby Farris on August 5th, 2018, 2:11 am

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Djed flowed from Farris' gaze like tendrils that sought to identify and understand the world around him. The employ of Auristics brought a thrill to the Reimancer that he sought to hide from his visage. Though magic wasn't frowned upon in Ravok, its practice employed, particularly as Farris took to doing so, might not be received well. On the rough visage of Crylon's aura he felt the years of work the Isur underwent. The blazing heat of the Forge was muted at their distance and yet from Crylon's presence he senses the exposure the Isur had to it. As time went on and the Isur spoke in short, curt sentences the Sight waned from his gaze. Rather, he allowed himself a breath before shutting the sense off entirely.

Crylon's questions were direct to the point, with little in the vein of conversation to soothe the brunt of Crylon's tone from hitting his ears. Farris heard a good amount of awkward speaking on a regular basis, with his regular passage into The Slave Market exposing him to the broken dialects and awkward words that slaves used as potential masters inspected them for flaws. The Reimancer, however, didn't see the Black Sun on the Isur's wrist nor did the man have the bearing of a slave. This forced Farris to assume that he was just a foreigner who didn't take the time to consider where he was. Ravok tolerated some of the non-human races of Mizahar, but their ilk were expected to learn the language and assimilate properly into society. It also brought Farris to question whether or not the Isur was a citizen or a visitor... But none of that mattered. There was business at hand and rather than ask more questions than were proper for two individuals that had just met, Farris was inclined to keep his business professional in nature.

"Er... I'm not sure. I'm happy to come back tomorrow for the letters. Maybe you can help me figure the details out, yeah?" he began, a hand rising to sift into his beard. It was awkward, coming to the store to meet a non-human, but there they were. Farris collected his thoughts, as if trying to ascertain exactly what it is he wanted.

"I'm trying to build a floating memorial to someone. I'll need enough nails to hold together a tiny barge about... two feet long? Three feet tall? I'm not sure how to build such an object, either... The letters I want to be three inches long per."

Farris despised the notion of insecurity. Not being in the know always struck the Reimancer on a sensitive chord, and his mind constantly sought to discover answers when they weren't immediately made present to him. When the Isur spoke next, he was struck by what he was asking him. Farris was rather uneducated in Auristics, when compared to the expertise he held in Reimancy. His father had taught him the basics of each discipline with the intention of elaborating them over time, but his untimely disappearance left Farris at odds with the two magicks he knew least. When Crylon expressed that he felt something... prick him, he was stunned. He sought to cloak the surprise from his expression and with some difficulty forced odd laughter into the situation.

"A prick, hm? I'm not entirely sure what might have done that... What sort of prick?" he asked, quite curious to know what the Isur might reveal of himself. In Farris' mind, there were two causes. The first was Farris' djed interacting with Crylon's aura and the other was that some freakish coincidence tripped the Isur up. The mage was unsure of how to react and simply left it at that. He arrived at the Forge with a reason behind his step and it was slowly coming to fruition. Should he indulge the Isur's question with a real answer? Time would tell, but for the moment, Farris remained careful of what he revealed to the Isur. After all, in his eyes, enemies existed everywhere. Paranoia set upon the Reimancer's senses and he couldn't be sure who was the correct target of his misgivings.

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Postby Crylon Stonecraft on August 5th, 2018, 2:02 pm



Crylon listened as the human described his plans. He had no experience in building floating structures, let alone boats, but it seemed this man did. On the other hand he also seemed unsure of what to get materials wise, so perhaps not... And as he continued on, he then openly admitted he did not know what he was doing, which squashed Crylon's prior meandering thought process.

Perhaps he wanted to learn something new, to build something beyond him as a test of his devotion to the one had had lost? This seemed the most likely to Crylon, something that made sense to his Isurian sensibilities. Of course this man being human perhaps it did not translate... But perhaps it did, and the races had more in common than he had previously known.

“Nails are... Five silver rimmed mizas per pound. Do not sell wood, must buy other place. I think nails, amount... Depend on how build. But probably better too much than not enough, yes? If not know what doing, will waste some yes? So best buy some more extra. Couple pounds maybe? Cannot say, have not built such things before. Other things, but not one those. I always learning new things though, best way yes?”

Holding up a hand, Crylon motioned for the man to wait before walking off calling one of the other smiths who had trained him.

“Joe! Man wants letters, metal. For memorial. Floating one. What metal to use?”

The man paused after finishing his next swing of the hammer, and turned to face Crylon. “What? Ah, well lets see. Gonna be on the lake, near water, getting splashed, and such. Want it sturdy, but not corrosive. That rules out iron, copper, both are gonna corrode a lot from getting wet... Maybe steel but, nah not right either... Probably brass would be best, tell him that. ”

Crylon nodded, returning from the forge and continuing on his conversation as if he had only paused a moment or two.

“Joe says brass good for getting wet. Use that, perhaps best for your use. Copper, iron, not good for getting wet. Steel not right. So brass yes? We nail to memorial? Need holes? See letters from afar? Or just up close? Might tell us better how to make, how big. Three inches? Yes, can do. What letters we use?”

When the man asked about the prick Crylon had noted, he seemed to laugh it off. Which at once made Crylon more suspicious again. The man appeared, and he had an odd sensation he had not felt before, intrusive in nature. And now rather than being confused, as Crylon himself was and he assumed others would be by such a question, he found it funny? Odd, to say the least, to Crylon's mind. Still, he had nothing but vague feelings to go on, and the feeling had passed while the man remained...

“I feel a prick, like when touch unfinished metal, the burrs before clean and finish. But on my neck back, like rubbing with bur. But not on my neck, nothing there, no harm. Odd. Now gone. Came before speak, leave soon after start.”

Shaking his head for a moment, rather like a dog trying to dry himself, Crylon focused his eyes on the human.

“If you need wood, can ask, get reference for place to buy. What kind of wood you need? I off work shortly, perhaps can get directions if need. Where you building float? Would need to get stuff there as well. And carry to water when done building. You have other tools to build, or need those as well? Hammer? Saw? Tools? Or need those to?”

Crylon asked additional questions, trying to clarify what exactly the man had, needed, and would be doing, to consider what he should offer him. He was unsure how skilled in building the man was, and so erred on the side of caution by covering all the things he might need to make the desired end product. Planning it out so to speak in his head, and working through the steps.

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Postby Farris on August 5th, 2018, 9:41 pm

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Farris wasn't an architect. While the young man was educated, he wasn't so learned in mathematics and its various applications to have such aspirations. Rather, Farris' education was an understanding of djed. In his time, he'd come to learn three personal magicks, one of which he'd grown to understand somewhat well. He relished in the study of it, but also found his curiosities branching wider. The world outside of Ravok was unknown to Farris, who was born and raised in the relative peace and quiet that settled upon the lake city. The Reimancer listened to Crylon intently, aware that this was but his first stop on a journey that might take days to come to fruition. Patience was not a virtue the mage understood very well, but when plans formed or an idea encompassed the forefront of his thoughts he wasn't the type to simply back down due to time. He nodded at the price, finding it reasonable and the suggestion to buy more than a single pound was one he'd heed. Crylon began moving away and so, the Reimancer followed him with his voice,

"Yes, two pounds sounds fine. I prefer round numbers, anyway," he mused, preferring to use a single coin over a bunch of them. He didn't draw his coin from his rucksack just yet. Instead, he nodded as Crylon motioned that he was leaving. He heard the Isur shout to get a "Joe"'s attention and the mage allowed a moment of musing to occupy the space. The aura he read from Crylon rose to his mind. Though the Sight flickered from his gaze he remembered the visage of it. Thick djed welled within the aura of Crylon's arm but the interaction between his and Crylon's aura struck him as incredibly odd. It felt like probing against a metal surface, with little give and a resistance that set upon him. It didn't stop the mage from observing such an aura, but Farris gleaned little in the light of the peculiar aura at the arm.

What was that... prick he mentioned? Did he feel my djed interact with his? From my understanding, only those with knowledge of djed have a sense for such subtle employ of magic. Is the arm magical in nature? Is that what allowed him - to if that's the source at all - sense what I was doing?

This encounter was truly becoming interesting for the mage, who found curiosities occupied his attention far more readily than the mundane and normal. Perhaps some found solace in the predictable, but mages, by nature, often avoided such stagnancy. When Crylon returned, Farris nodded in agreement. The barrage of questions came at long last when it was apparent that Farris was here for more than a conversation and the Isur turned from scarcely understandable and unhelpful to an asset to accomplish his task. The Reimancer mused upon the questions but the Isur seemed to already know what needed to be done. His questions became more specialised and almost rhetorical in nature that Farris simply nodded through the vocalized musings and let Crylon finish speaking entirely before answering any of them.

"As I said, two pounds is more than fine. Letters made of brass is acceptable. I don't believe that this memorial will exist for very long," he assured the metal-armmed man. "Holes at the top and base of each letter seems the best solution to keep them in place for long enough... The letters are 'A', 'E', 'R', 'S', and 'T'," he completed. Then, Crylon answered his questions of before. The Isur mentioned a touch similar to grating against an unfinished metal and Farris was struck by the comparison. He, too, noticed a gruff scraping sensation when interacting with Crylon's aura and found his mind working yet again to ascertain what happened.

He's not an Aurist or he'd understand what's going on. Unless he's trying to hide something. My assumption now is that this strange, short man is a mage and he sensed my djed reaching out to his. Maybe that's something to watch out for in the future... To not use Auristics in such a callous manner, he reasoned.

"What... kind of wood? Assume I know nothing of what I'm trying to do. Maybe you have some suggestions?"

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Postby Crylon Stonecraft on August 5th, 2018, 11:02 pm


Though some of the details were worked out, Crylon was coming to understand how little the human knew about building. While he knew the basics at least of most such things, but was by no means an expert on any specific topic, this man seemed to need everything explained and had not planned out or reasoned what he would need to complete his task. An odd task Crylon felt to set oneself. But if he wanted to do it, then Crylon could if nothing else help him figure out what he needed.

Nails, settled. Letters, settled, along with some additional information. Crylon quickly scratched out some additional notes, which would be added to the orders to complete later tonight or tomorrow morning. Size, material, holes at the top and bottom... And the specific letters needed. AERST. He answered Crylon's question about wood with more questions, showing he once more knew nothing of the topic. And to the question on tools, if he needed or had them, the human ignored the query or simply missed it with how many questions Crylon had asked at once.

“For memorial... Not simple firewood, not raw logs or chunks... So processed. Cut, planks, yes? Can further cut and use, make structure. Is best for you use. Not sure where to get in city, can ask. Will need to go there to get, we not sell.”

Crylon did his best to mentally work out the math of the wood needed. It was to a degree simple addition, sort of, but a bit more complex than what he was used to. He was not trained mathematician, and so the thinking process took some time for even such simple usage and left the human in silence.

Two feet long, by three feet tall... Basically a floating box. Two feet by two feet, so four square feet on the base... Three feet tall... So four, plus four, plus four. Twelve square feet total? He was unsure if his math was quite right, unsure if he was working with all of the right dimensions, but he could always err on the side of being a bit high.

Then he realized the dimension he had been thinking in, and that if it was a box it was basically six disparate but similar sides. The bottom and top, each four square feet. Eight total. The sides, four of them all the same... Two foot by three foot... So six square feet... Four of them, so six, plus six, plus, six, plus six... Six, twelve, eighteen, twenty four... Plus the original eight. Thirty two total for all six sides, assuming a hollow center and no waste.

“Is hollow? Just six sides? Then should be about... Thirty two square feet. For all six sides. With no waste, no extra, no center but hollow. So good get extra, yes? Will ask where to get.”

Running off again, Crylon got Joe to further clarify.

“Joe! Also needs wood! We not sell. Cut wood, planks. Where to get?”

Letting out a sigh Joe kept working this time, not responding at once or bothering to look at Crylon. After a moment of thought though he did speak.

“In the city, maybe Trigol would have some. I think he is an Isur, like you. He is over in the merchant's ring. If he does not have any on hand, the guy is probably going out of the city. Maybe the Calico company, they sell wood. Tell em we sent him, that he heard of them from us either way. Or tell him to tell them.”

Crylon nodded, returning to the human again.

“In city, Trigol might have. Over with Merchants. Or not have. If not, must go out of city, to Calico's for cut wood. Tell we sent you. Lot of wood to carry though, not easy. Also will need tools, to build. You have to make, or need? Hammers? Saws? Things If not may need buy. Ah, and I am Crylon. You?”

It was only after talking all of that time, that Crylon considered he had not gotten the humans name. In turn he gave his own name, or at least his first name. While he seemed interesting enough, getting into wood and things, building, he was still just a human and did not perhaps yet warrant his family name. And he had yet to mention his clan name to a human, had not gotten to know any enough for them to have earned it or deserved it.

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Two Reimancers Walk Into a Bar[Farris]

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