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Something Precious

Postby Ixzo on November 28th, 2018, 7:29 am


She hadn’t expected the man to speak so that she could attempt to understand him. Most people jabbered at her, and when it was clear that she wasn’t capable of understanding their quick words, gave up and walked away. A couple times the Sunberthians had tried to take what they wanted, but the Kelvic did not push over easily. Kynier actually slowed his words, and used less of them. He spoke with words that she mostly understood, but still had to glean from his meaning. What had magic done to him? She hadn’t recognized the word, but she didn’t have time to ask, because he was now walking towards her. She uncrossed her arms, bracing them on the sill, reading his body language. It was not an attack, she could see immediately, but he treated her like she would react so, hand open and showing that he held no blade while he approached.

She waited until he got too close to her, trying to show her something in his eye. She looked, her sharp reflective gaze trying to focus on whatever he was showing her. He couldn’t possible have the same magic that the woman had, his eyes were brown. The iris was a bright complex hazel, but still the regular fare of human colors. But as she looked at them, she let her mouth gape slightly, a hunting habit she used as a lion to interpret scents better, but did not work in this form. She saw the iris of his hazel twisting around his pupil and realized that he also had magic of the eyes, perhaps not the same, but similar. She shut her mouth and took a deep intake of breath, curious if she could smell the magic on him. Other than the freshly washed cotton that spoke of his ease of life, she began to smell more. He liked birds, or perhaps was a falconer. He had a warm scent of something that reminded her of home, although she had no idea why. Where one lived had a great impact on their smells, and they tended to share the same strand with others in their dwelling. It was almost as if she could recognize the scent of his home, but could not place why it rung as familiar in her brain.

She nodded in recognition of the magic in his eye, and waited for him to step away, but he did not. The intense stare he had been watching her with from the other side of the room now had changed to scattered and distracted, he was watching something by her arm, and she wondered if his magic sight let him see things that she could not. Could he read her mind? Surely not, as he appeared to want to grasp something just next to the Kelvic, that had nothing to do with her mind. She watched, in slight fascination and slight disbelief, as he told her what he was seeing. So he could see that she was a Kelvic? If he hadn’t put that fact together at this point, he was stupid. But her time with the fortune teller had given her more belief than that, and so she had to assume he had seen it when he had first met her, which was why he had not reacted in fear when seeing her form for the first time.

At the mention of her broken bonds, he stepped away. It would have been a smart move if she had grieved the losses to the point of anger, but she had not. The thing that seized her chest when she thought too hard about Rufio caught her breathe again, and the Kelvic desperately tried to not let him see the agony that the reminder had caused her. She had almost lost her life after Jodoc, and she had no life without Rufio. If she was doomed to forever be alone, she was going to be in pain for the rest of her days. A frown dragged on her lips and an agonizing set upturned the insides of her brow, she wanted to escape from here, to escape from his magic gaze because she now knew she could not hide the agony this caused her. And she noticed the singular use of his words. He thought she had only been broken once, but she could not talk, the thing that tore at her heart seized her voice, and crumpled her shoulders. One hand flew up to stroke her amulet once again, but the movement did not offer the usual comfort. With her other hand she raised two fingers to correct him. Twice. She had felt the fullness and love of a bond twice. And she had been torn to shreds and reduced to nothing twice. She had so many physical scars, and the largest ones could not be seen.

There was a silence in the room, and Ixzo returned to look out the window, attempting to stuff the pain away as best she could. It was not a stone, but an infection, and cleaning it all up when it had been so violently released had always been difficult. She did not like how this conversation had went, and she did not like the perceptive eye of the man. But he called her attention again, this time attacking her amulet. She did not know the Common name for the necklace, just like she did not know what the word ‘saved’ had meant, but he pointed to her necklace, and her thumb paused where it rubbed the agate. With a slow and steady movement she turned her head back towards him, squinting as he commented something on magic. Did he think her necklace was magic? Perhaps he was stupid.

”No.” She answered curtly, unclasping the leather to be able to look at it, as if she hadn’t actually seen it in the three years she had worn it, nearly half of her life. If it had magic, surely she would have known? ”Drykas, no magic.”

It wasn’t quite true, she had found it after helping the Drykas search for the slavers that had infected the Sea of Grass, but she assumed it was of Drykas origin, and the horse was carved with the care that the Drykas people had for their horses, the horses that she could not get near let alone learn to love as well. And yet when the Kelvic got the piece, she assumed it as one of her greatest possessions, it’s value only increasing the further she reached from her last home. Still, she studied it once more, as if she did not know every millimeter of the thing, or how her thumb had flattened some of the detail on the front after three years of rubbing it whenever she felt slightly uncomfortable. She supposed he would tell her the truth, but she wasn’t sure how much he knew. ”How?” She asked, finally giving in.

Whatever he answered would remind the Kelvic of her question from earlier. What had ‘saved’ meant? What had magic done to him? ”’Saved’,”[/] She tasted the foreign word in her mouth. [b]”What that mean? Why magic?” She reiterated her earlier question, wanting an answer although she wasn’t confident she would be able to understand it entirely.

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Something Precious

Postby Kynier on November 28th, 2018, 6:50 pm

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The slow motions were precautions for his own safety. Ixzo was a stranger, one that had the body language of someone with disinterest of the whole situation until they had started asking each other the questions. And she was a predator. One that he had seen in action. It would take to long to generate any magic to protect himself if she attacked in either form from this far. The cold iron blades could possibly deter her human skin, but the night lion form may not see much threat from the shorter weapons. So, each movement was to display that he wasn’t trying to provoke her.

Ixzo’s confusing reflected in him. The sensation skittered up his spine and around his ears as though something were crawling around inside of him. That nagging sensation that he couldn’t understand. Somehow, his comment about magic saving him had not been understood. His own discouragement grew due to the language barrier. Trying to explain how it had would very likely not be understood, as it involved explaining a large portion of his past. History that only two other living souls knew of. One because he had been present for it, while the other…

When he spoke about her broken bond, sadness welled up within the Kelvic. So much so, that it overflowed into him as it tried to seize his chest and stifle his lungs. It hurt so much that it was difficult to believe. Ebon had this much pain but it was not the same flavor. It wasn’t until Ixzo turned away and held up two fingers. “No,” the word escaped him, filled with disbelief. The sadness of understanding filled his eyes when his hand fixated on her fingers. Ixzo had been spiritually broken twice. Even as he experienced a reflect of the pain that lingered within the Kelvic, Kynier could not imagine that agony.

The mention of the amulet being magic seemed to distract her from the pain of recollection for a moment. There was a trace of disbelief for several moments before she undid the knot and examined it more closely for herself. Then she asked “how?” and Kynier took a step closed. The fingers of one hand gently cupped the agate but he did not pull it away from her. Without taking his Auristic focus from Ixzo, he settled it on the amulet as well. Normally his senses were strongest with feeling when using the discipline. And yet, when he peered at its dormant magic, his sense of smell was what received the most input.

Fresh winds carrying the smells of flowers and grass filled his lungs. The mage felt as though he could run through an endless expanse of fields. The taste of grass was on his tongue and the cool breeze rippled over his skin as he focused even longer on the amulet’s aura. The small multicolored mist shifted to form small tendrils similar to what the Kelvics had. The urge to fulfill a connection ran over his mind. Not one as strong as a Kelvic’s bond, and much more… particular. In his Auristic vision the aura changed again to make the amulet appear more alive. The etchings of the horse looked more real than what the stone could accomplish, and Kynier understood what it was.

“Magic,” he said tapping a finger from his non-cupping hand on the surface of the agate. “Makes a bond to a horse.” The space behind his eyes began to sting. The mage’s brow furrowed slightly at the discomfort and he closed his eyes. Letting go of his hold on the amulet’s aura eased the pain and removed the smells and tastes of the Sea of Grass from his senses. The first sign of overgiving did not completely fade, so Kynier released his focus on Ixzo as well and ended his use of Auristics. Hazel irises would appear still and mundane like any other human’s now. With a sharp inhale, he opened his eyes and took his hands away from the amulet. The smell of feces and dirty water was apparent again now that magic was no longer overriding his sensory inputs.

Then, Ixzo asked a question he did not expect. One that gave clarification to the confusion that he had sensed in her earlier. She did not know what “save” meant. Kynier gave another thoughtful sigh as he crossed his arms. How could he explain the concept? Trying to think of a simple explanation to something so surprisingly complex was stretching his creativity. “Save,” he said aloud before a long pause of thought. His eyes roamed the room as he contemplated the riddle and fell on the makeshift sack with Ixzo’s heads in it. His head tilted slightly as a thought came to mind.

“Save,” he repeated only louder this time. “Is to uh… stop death.” That didn’t sound very clear, even to him. Kynier went over to stand by the severed heads resting against the door frame. He pointed down at them while locking eyes with the Kelvic. “Death. Not ‘saved’.” Kynier waited a moment for Ixzo to digest the thought and hopefully understand the general concept of saving that the had just given. Then he tapped his fingers against his chest again and repeated his earlier statement. “Magic saved Kynier.” And it was true. Magic had been introduced to him at the right time in his life to save him. When his entire world had been taken from him violently, magic had entered his life to fill the void and distract him from the pain.

The conversation reminded him of something that he had seen earlier. Something that Ixzo had done. Kynier knew of some of the gods, but his knowledge was not all encompassing. The gnosis mark on Lolan was one that he did not recognize, nor was he familiar with the one on Ixzo’s palm. He came back over after a chime or two he took a step forward. “Ixzo,” he pointed at the palm of his hand then pointed at her gnosis. “What… God?” That sort of divine magic was something he had never seen and did not understand. Ixzo was not a mundane sort of Kelvic since she had attracted the attention of some divine entity.



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Something Precious

Postby Ixzo on December 4th, 2018, 9:27 am


Saved. It must have meant some sort of life, or at least not death. The Kelvic was having trouble assigning a direct meaning to the new word, but she had understood at least the Magic had kept this man from death. Curiosity burned on her tongue, and again she wished she had known the Common Tongue already. Even as unstable and aloof as she, curiosity and the drive to be with humans ruled her every thought, directed her every move. The lioness sighed in frustration, accepting his explanation with a nod, although she wasn’t sure she had entirely understood it. It was then that he asked her a question.

Like children throwing a bladder they seemed to be taking turns asking questions, which was just about as much as the Kelvic could handle in such a complex conversation. Her attention was drawn to her left hand, and the inevitable question was asked. He wanted to know which deity had taken interest in someone like her. The Kelvic often wondered if she still deserved such a mark. Evil had never been an interest in the chaotic lion’s heart, everything she did was in devotion to bettering the world around her, just as her Goddess had asked her to do. But still, she had just beheaded two corpses in order to keep their scalps as trophies. To her, at least, this was not evil, but simply necessary. A product of a harmless tradition. They were already dead, weren’t they?

But the question was not important for the Kelvic to reflect on if she still deserved the gnosis she had earned, but rather how he would react to such a thing. If Kynier had been watching her initial interaction with Kithias and Lolan, which he had made clear that he had, then Ixzo supposed he had seen her Gnosis use, and yet had not recognized it. He was no child of Priskil, that was for sure, but did that mean he worshiped darker Gods?

”Priskil,” The Kelvic purred her patron Deity’s name after a too-long pause. Silver eyes lazily pulled across the room to meet his, almost a dare to see if he would react negatively to the name. Hope, vigilance. She signed the words deliberately now, knowing he would not understand the Grassland signs, but comforted by the somewhat familiar language. ”Hope.” She clarified in Common. She wanted to show the man, partially to educate him on the powers vested in her, but also to see how he would react. Those with good intentions always seemed to benefit from the glow, while those with bad intentions shied away from the light. Lolan had grown in confidence, while Kithias had devolved to petty returns. But how would Kynier react?

They seemed in a standoff, each attempting to stake out their half of the disgusting and abandoned room, only to cross the neutral zone when the conversation required. And now it was now her turn to approach slowly. She did not raise her palms, they both knew the action was no indication of whether she was dangerous or not. Instead she held her left one out, face up, and when she was within and arm’s length of him, she curled her fingers into her palm, asking.

”Hand.” The words came out as more of a demand, but the Kelvic still held relaxed shoulders. She waited until he put his hand in her palm. But if he did not give it to her, or misunderstood, the Kelvic would reach down and simply grab it, forgetting for the moment that they were not supposed to trust one another. Clasping his hands between her palms, she let the glow grow until they could both see the light seeping out between the cracks in their fingers. The Kelvic was focusing on Kynier’s face. She had always had some difficulty empathizing and understanding the human emotions, but she was hoping that when she paid attention she would be able to tell.

It was while she was watching the muscles in his cheeks and brow for sign of an emotion that might be a result of her Luminance, that the Gnosis alerted her to another thing. There was candlelight in another room. Distracted, her head snapped towards the wall where she had noticed the rat droppings had been disturbed. She hadn’t thought anything of it before, but now she was curious if there was a reason that she could feel the light of something behind the wall. Had Kynier led her to a trap after all? Was he playing some long game for something? Her head snapped back to him, evaluating his reaction for whether she would remain suspicious or not.

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Something Precious

Postby Kynier on December 7th, 2018, 6:57 pm

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Language was something that he had taken for granted. The value of being able to communicate and comprehend with another person often was overlooked simply because it occurred on a daily basis. It wasn’t until faced with the ability to understand only a handful of words and meanings did people realize how important the signification of words were. Kynier could not tell if Ixzo had actually understood what he was trying to convey. Judging from how she sighed, he suspected that he hadn’t been able to explain it well. Still, she nodded, and they moved on in what could barely be categorized as a conversation.

Ixzo studied her own gnosis for a long time before she purred out the name of the divine entity that had placed it there. Priskil. A vaguely familiar name. But the extent of Kynier’s religious studies were limited. They had been brief and occurred a long time ago. Names and significances of their domains slipped from memory during that time. Then the Night Lion performed more hand gestures. Whether it was a single meaning or multiple, he had no way of knowing. The motions seemed more subconscious. When Ixzo stared at him intently, Kynier looked back at her silver eyes questioningly. He sought to understand what she may have been thinking by looking for the facial tells, but the woman’s expression appeared very neutral, if a little curious.

Her approach was slow. Kynier watched the hand peripherally as it came up between them. The word she uttered sounded like a command. What was she intending? Kynier squinted his eyes a little as he gradually lifted a hand to set atop her own. For a moment, he felt nothing, but was unaware of what was occurring too. The mage’s gaze was on the Kelvic’s face rather than their connected hands. But then he felt it. A sensation trickled up his arm as Ixzo’s Luminance affected him. Kynier felt infused with optimism and stood a little straighter. The squint of his gaze relaxed as his eyes kept hold of Ixzo’s. The goddess of secrets and the night had blessed him, but he was not a child of darkness that opposed the ancient deity.

When her head snapped to the side, Kynier followed her gaze. The shelf that opened to his employer’s secret dwelling was the focus of her gaze. Kynier hadn’t heard anything. No muffled noise coming from the other side of the wall and its shields. He brought his gaze back to her. Had Ixzo somehow sensed something from the other room? Perhaps it was a mistake bringing her here. Doler was not a person to make idle conversation, but Kynier suspected that the man preferred to keep the knowledge of his existence unknown to the majority of Sunberth. When Ixzo looked back at him again, he was looking at her quizzically.

Gently, he withdrew his hand from hers and the radiant light that her gnosis was producing. Kynier took a step away from her and thought about what he was going to do. After a moment, he decided that he would take the same precautions that he had taken before. He’d offer coin to the urchins to track the Night Lion for him. The places she went. The sort of people she interacted with. From the gnosis, it felt as though she were a good-hearted being. With his Auristics he could see that she was living with a constant ache in her soul. And by the battle with the other mages, she was merciless and brutal.

With no real means of being able to communicate, he could not really consider her a potential ally. And could not gage her opinion of him to know if they were going to be enemies. For now, she would be an undecided agent. An acquaintance. “Ixzo,” he said with a tone of seriousness, “keep… magic,” he pointed at himself, “secret. Tell no one.” Who she was able to communicate clearly to was something that would bother him for some time. Not having a strong grasp of the common tongue meant that she may not be able to clearly communicate his secret if she decided to share. But it was his life he was putting at stake. Perhaps the lives of those he dwelt with as well. He needed to be sure.

After a silent moment, Kynier slowly walked to the door. There, he glanced back at Ixzo one last time. Kynier hoped he wasn’t making a mistake as he flipped the hood of his cloak back up. Then he opened the door and stepped out into the street. With a quick scan of the street, Kynier began making his way north with an indirect route to ensure he wasn’t being followed. The two mages had found them earlier with unusual ease. Kynier did not want to direct them towards home if he could help it.

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Something Precious

Postby Ixzo on December 8th, 2018, 2:08 am


The Night Lion lingered in the room for only a tick more, her palms still glowed with the essence of Priskil. She felt for the familiar flicker of a candle in the other room. It was only one, which suggested it was to comfort a shadowed corner of the room rather than to light the whole thing. Or perhaps it had been lit and forgotten about. The Kelvic couldn’t tell, but she didn’t care to investigate. It likely wasn’t a trap, Kynier had no way of knowing that she could sense light in other walls, it wasn’t created to lure her in. Perhaps the next building was simply closer than she had thought, letting her gnosis alert her of the light as if it was in the same structure. As soon as her silver gaze watched Kynier turn the corner, Ixzo stooped to gather her trophies and then also left the building, the glow beginning to cease. Curiously she did a loop around the building, not finding any walls to be pressed too closely up against another and frowned to herself, and stared back north where the strange mage had left once more. If she’d understood him correctly he had asked her to keep his magic a secret. She had half the mind to follow the strange man, but the sane part reminded her that she had given up this day’s work. The pelts she had been commissioned to deliver would still have to be delivered; only now they would be late. Frustrated with herself, and easily distracted by the next interesting thing, the Kelvic headed westward herself. The little mud hut that she had recently decided to call home came to the front of her mind, the two blankets that served as her nest beckoning her in her memory. The sun was careening through the sky and the nocturnal hunter was overdue for some sleep

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Something Precious

Postby Kynier on December 13th, 2018, 10:12 pm

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  • Acrobatics +1
  • Interrogation +5
  • Intimidation +2
  • Investigation +2
  • Logic +5
  • Persuasion +1
  • Planning +2
  • Running +1
  • Scouting +1
  • Tactics +1
  • Unarmed Combat +3

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  • Common Tongue: Saved means “not death”?
  • Humans: Hips were better placed than shoulders
  • Kynier: Not a coward
  • Kynier: A mage
  • Kynier: Can see things with magic
  • Kynier: Magic did something to him
  • Kynier: Can see her broken bonds with magic
  • Kynier: Says her amulet has magic
  • Kynier: Smells like birds
  • Kynier: Has a warm scent that reminds her of home
  • Kynier: Did not shy away from her Luminance
  • Lolan: A Sitai dynasty Slave
  • Luminance: Instilling hope into another
  • Self: Doesn’t like the taste of humans
  • Stealth: Buys tie for an attack, but strength is what wins
  • Sunberth: No laws, but territories


 
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  • Acrobatics +1
  • Auristics +3
  • Duel Wield +2
  • Interrogation +5
  • Intimidation +2
  • Logic +3
  • Projection +1
  • Running +1
  • Socialization +5
  • Unarmed Combat +1
  • Weapon: Short Sword +2

Lores Learned:
  • Acrobatics: Rolling to recover from tripping
  • Auristics: Divine Magic is gold colored
  • Auristics: Useful in a battle against other mages
  • Auristics: Watching someone die
  • Flux: Enhances physical ability
  • Ixzo: Is Kelvic Night Lion
  • Ixzo: Beheads her kills
  • Ixzo: Speaks very little Common
  • Ixzo: Was a slave of the Paille dynasty
  • Ixzo: Was bonded twice
  • Ixzo: Marked by Priskil
  • Lolan: A Sitai dynasty Slave
  • Lolan: Is Favored by a divine he doesn’t recognize
  • Reimancy: Generating a wind to take someone off their feet


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