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Post by NortheasternWind on Jan 21, 2011 22:11:56 GMT -5
(Geez, these posts are just getting longer and longer XD) II. Ask him why he thinks he's here. It might help out with the problems of the area just a bit more.
Kent said nothing in response to the belittling gesture, deciding instead to shut his mouth and bear it for now. Behind him, Frabella laughed.
"To be entirely fair, Kent's job is to be suspicious." she said, amused. The captain shot his subordinate a flat glare.
Dhaos, on the other hand, was not paying attention to them. He'd been a little alarmed to hear the apparently meek-hearted Emil chewing his captain out rather loudly, but the surprise then was nothing compared to now. He noticed the same change that Kent had seen, and thought maybe he understood why the boy's eyes had glazed over for a moment earlier.
What eventually caught his interest, however, was the amused grin sent his way, and the statement that came after it.
"Sekundes... The Summon Spirit of Time?" That was already surreal enough: Dhaos had always been told he was merely a legend, and that all the spirits had left Derris-Kharlan. But the idea of being descended from the spirit of time-- and apparently looking exactly like him-- was even more difficult to believe. Though he had to admit there was a small sliver of pride about it somewhere in there.
Imagine if that 'plague' had wiped out the entire line. He wondered if the spirit would have been angry about it.
Dhaos had plenty of questions about that, but was distracted by the name given to him. "...The guardian over the first Giant Kharlan Tree. Am I right?" It certainly explained the ethereal aura about the boy... And the sudden change in personality.
Kent's eyes widened. "Truly?!" Well, now he felt like an idiot.
"It's an honor." Frabella said.
Dhaos was curious about Emil, but that could wait. He scowled in response to the spirit's question.
"The Giant Tree's health has been wavering of late... My best guess as to why would have to be the growing conflict in the south. It was perfectly fine until war broke out. Something down there is draining the mana." If Dhaos was part spirit, it would explain why he could sense the mana levels completely unassisted, and the source of the seemingly random bouts of lightheadedness he'd been hiding lately. "They refuse to listen to any peace talks and seem to believe we are merely being paranoid fools. We would certainly be grateful for any assistance... But first, you should explain. Do you have any idea how you came to be here?"
Or why?
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Post by Dreamer of Words on Apr 26, 2011 7:00:55 GMT -5
Damn. Swearing a lot more; inwardly... He knew why they were fighting...possibly? "Not again with the battles over Mana..." He nearly growled out. It was the same reason he left last time. So he would need to handle it again, if only to be the one to help out. Hrm, it's the fact that the World Tree's Mana is waning; though not this fast by battles alone. And if there is... He made a minor pause, though it was hard to tell if it was out of annoyance or plain determination.
"We've a need to destroy their weapons; those pinheads...are NOT just warring over Mana." He grunted. "And if we are to do that... We're going to be needing all the help we are going to get." It wasn't like him to just up and make a blunt assumption... Still... "What in the name of Aural Rocks are they bickering over to use such a defilement to the planet of Derris-Kharlan?" A grumble... One could tell that the spirit of the first tree wasn't a happy camper, the reason why was that the people were being stupid enough to start another war. For Mana's sake, he didn't live through two wars and a miniature coma (not in that order, exactly) to be PLONKED into a third one!
"...I'm getting too old for this." Even though there was a way to make new spirits - he would need to start from square one or close to it... But - this time, he did have his vassal's cores with him! That meant... "If there's an arena with caged monsters, I would verily like to utilize it in the morrow." Well, he wasn't a slacker when it came to cooking on large scales and not catching up on sleep could prove fatal on counts that wouldn't hurt most in such a weird time. If, by some chance, he could find a right monster in the Arena area, then that would have to be the Ace up his sleeve until he could find another more powerful one! "I'd like to be taken to the sleeping quarters. Fancy or not, I'll make sure to start with my planning in due time after letting my body rest a bit. Somewhat of a long day can do that to anyone."
~~~ Ratatosk seems to have a plan, but there's more than one set of sleeping quarters here. Though if anything is to be done, he wants to rest the night first. Whom will take him, and where?
You can:
I. Have Frabella take him to the Lower castle near the Library and the Kitchen. It might be sub-par, but there is a nice view to the gardens. II. Have Dhaos take him to the Dignitaries chambers, because it's close to your room and has a direct link to the stable-services. Besides that, the beds are some of the best around in the castle. III. Have Kent take him to the soldier camp. Sure, it's not the best of locations or the easiest night's sleep, there is nothing better than to be around an entirely separate mess and a general repair shop.
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Post by NortheasternWind on May 14, 2011 13:04:01 GMT -5
((...Crap, what time of day is it? >__> Just tell me and I'll change it.))
II. Have Dhaos take him to the Dignitaries chambers, because it's close to your room and has a direct link to the stable-services. Besides that, the beds are some of the best around in the castle.
Dhaos listened to the spirit speak with a frown. So this had happened before...? It would make sense, actually. If this was the spirit of the old Giant Kharlan Tree, than of course he would be familiar with wars over Mana. It sounded as though he could guess what was going on, as well as what was going to happen, simply through past experience.
Unfortunately, by the sound of his voice, those were not happy predictions.
It sounded like the other knew about as much as Dhaos did regarding how he'd come to arrive here, so the king abandoned that train of thought for now. There were more important matters at hand.
"We do have an arena, in fact." Frabella said. "We usually keep at least two sentries posted there in case the monsters break out, but that doesn't happen very often."
"I certainly hope not." Kent muttered. There were some powerful monsters down there, and he would not be pleased if they had to track down and kill any of them.
"...This way." Dhaos turned on his heel. The Dignitaries' chambers were this way... He was not going to deprive the spirit of a night's rest if he wanted one, and would rather have him close by if something happened. The knights would keep an eye on him, and Dhaos rather doubted the spirit was incapable of defending himself, but if something turned up Dhaos wanted to be the first to know.
Kent saw the direction in which Dhaos had turned, and immediately frowned. No matter how old and revered the spirit was, he did not think this was a good idea... But the king's trust was not easily won, and so Kent would trust his judgment.
"Then we'll see you later." he said.
Frabella smiled. "Breakfast at eight."
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Post by Dreamer of Words on May 21, 2011 19:35:27 GMT -5
((Oh, you'd think I have trouble. Early Evening.))
Following the Sekundies-look-alike, he pulled a fruit tart from his bag to nibble on, how it was undamaged; he didn't know. This isn't near a place where I could find a map so easily. However, the placement of the stables would be easy to manage there. Ah, if anything... "There's one more question I'd like to ask." It figured that he had thought of a few snags of how to get there. "Do you happen to have any abandoned stables for the mounts of sorts? I'd like those schematics, and the reasons why it was shut down... If possible, a save point near there if I'm lucky enough in the morning... With that, I thank you and wish you well tonight." He said, smiling in a mysterious way. Those that knew Ratatosk would say that it was a bit hard to pull this stunt off, but those that knew Sekundies would say it was feasible.
Raining lightly in the morning, Emil could guess that most of the others weren't exactly in the best moods. So what are we to do today...? Emil asked, looking about for the mess hall at SEVEN. Yup, he was back to being meek, but his intuition was quite well. As he found himself at the source of the food just by smell alone. Finding a poster of a of jar of honey was awkward - and very suspicious when it covered a spice rack. "...Um, excuse me I'd like some cloves for some pancackes..." As if right on cue, there was a poof as he took a step back. seeing a rather...genteel; yet uncannily familiar half-elf holding a huge spoon. Except for the longer silver hair, he didn't notice the boobs right off.
But then that one spoke up in a rather feminine voice: "Hoooooney~! Someone found me! And the weirdest thing is, he asked in Aselian!"
A second poof, but then a older man with the same kind of face and more blond than gray, appeared, with an over-sized knife. "Aselian! By the powers; it HAS been too long since someone understood us!"
Emil had to do the best thing to avoid drawing even more attention... I have to think fast or people will stare! "Y-you m-must be Mister and Missus Wonder Chef...right?"
The male spoke up again. "He knows of us...wait..." He paused, sidestepping a spoon to the toque. "?"
"You're not asking the important things until after we teach him a recipe!"
"Y-yes, cutie-pie..." And true to form the fighting stopped. after which, he had learned a recipe for some sort of dish called Mabo Curry.
"U-uh...Thanks... And last I knew of it, your son, if he does hold a over-sized fork, is fairing quite well on Aselia. It's nice to meet you and I would suppose; the next time that you are here in the castle, I would suggest trying newer recipes at the camp. They would certainly love the company, I think?" Another fifteen minutes getting peppered about the son's whereabouts and he had basically worked through three batches of pancakes.
"You certainly know how to make pancakes and other foods, according to your recipe knowledge. The fact that you know of us has lit the kettle for this one's traveling tea parties again~. We'll see you soon... Prodigy!" And off they went both in a single poof!
Not perturbed, but they had given him a slight headache... He was at least in a halfway good mood as Ratatosk was laughing loudly. What a pair!
Eight am, and he was bringing out some of the food he made and sighed. "I just had to get up early to find my way around, I apologize." Once again, he was timidly speaking that butchered Summontone. "Though there were some interesting guests in the kitchen...to say the least!" A shrug, but the male had done a nice job with the food presentation and preparation. And he ate just like anyone; just to prove it wasn't poisoned.
~~~ Well, it looks like Emil is the one you're dealing with in the morning; just because Ratatosk might still be in a bit odd mood. What was the plan?
You can:
I. Wait until after breakfast, then have Kent give him a tour of the arena. II. Wait until after breakfast, then have Frabella help him by support of this world. III. Wait until after breakfast, then Dhaos should give him a status update on the request he asked. IV. A combination of the above, in any order. You may only pick TWO of the THREE above options.
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Post by NortheasternWind on May 21, 2011 20:55:47 GMT -5
I. Wait until after breakfast, then have Kent give him a tour of the arena.
...A save point. What in the seven hells was a save point?
Dhaos frowned. "The stables in the west wing were recently emptied due to maintenance issues. I doubt you would be able to use them unless you had extraordinarily well-behaved mounts." It was certainly an unusual request and, combined with the inquiry about the arena, Dhaos had to wonder. "If you would like, I could show them to you tomorrow."
He wasn't sure what he thought of that smile. He certainly wanted to believe that the spirit wasn't hiding anything he needed to know, but he wasn't exactly being forthcoming with his reasons. Spirits... They could be gratuitously mysterious and vague at times. Of course, Dhaos had no right to be saying that, if he was a descendant of the spirit of time.
...Come to think of it, he himself certainly did an awfully large amount of being vague.
"...Mm. Sleep well." He turned on his heel-- again-- and left the spirit there. He would think on this tonight...
The next day, Kent sought out the spirit and, upon finding him, made his way over. The boy was just finishing his meal. Well, he certainly knew how to cook, at any rate...
...That looked very good, actually. Wow. Kent looked away from the food.
"You wanted to see the arena." he said, just a litte curtly. And then, after a moment: "...Who was in the kitchen?" The fact that the boy would be spending his time wandering the palace freely was somewhat irksome. He could stumble upon something he did not need to see.
...Not that His Majesty had anything to hide. But the king liked his privacy.
"...At any rate, if you're finished...?"
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Post by Dreamer of Words on Dec 31, 2011 23:09:12 GMT -5
As Kent found him trying to socialize with a scholar in the castle while eating some warm pancakes, nodding slightly as the youth fled before he could ask about a map. ...Huh? The aura told him it was the swordsman, and he sighed slightly, turning around to stare at a plate of pancakes. "I...did?"
He sounded a bit...confused. Normally, after coming to a new place; the fighting of anyone wasn't high on his priority list. "Oh, just people that give out recipies to people if you tend to cook. They're Half-Elves, and they've got Aselian as a first language. They're fun if not a bit the kind to chat a tad too much should you know some family... They were blocking the spice rack for pancake extras..." He hadn't eaten yet, which was a good thing... "I still need to eat, so why don't we chat over food? I saw you eyeing the pancakes, too... Don't worry, I'm not telling anyone; should you not like it." He slid the plate to Kent, and then took one himself.
This is gonna be awkward... Emil sighed, upon eating some of the pancakes himself, taking another bite and humming slightly. "...Seems like this place has been needing rain by some of the flowers in the garden... Doesn't make it pleasant by any means." Well, Efreet had a high dislike of water, and he bet Kent just loved to complain about it in the same way.
A voice in his head drawled a bit. As much as you like to make pleasantries, you should get a map after the arena tour's finished. You'll need to find a healer for this occasion, and if Frabella's up; ask her. She did help with our injuries, did she not?
Emil frowned a bit, replying as he bit into his second pancake, banana chip was a litte odd in a breakfast treat, but the brown sugar made it good. True, though the term friendly rivals for differing ranks makes an important point. A sigh. "If I'm going to be stretching a bit of tension in the arena, I'd like it if you and Frabella would accompany me."
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No, Emil's not finished his meal. But hey; free food! He agreed to being led to the arena after eating... But now, he's trying to earn your respect, as an apology of sorts. Where to take this conversation? You'll need to ask something to pass time while you both eat.
You can:
I. Talk about duties. II. Try to figure out why he would need the help. III. Keep the subject on less sensitive topics, like the food or weather; like Emil is. IV. Talk about what sorts of things you've done to get your rank. V. Comment on your views of things in the nearby areas, like tournaments, and possible complaints of the villagers.
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Post by NortheasternWind on Jan 1, 2012 0:39:13 GMT -5
I. Talk about duties.
"...Blocking the spice rack." More importantly... "If they are Aselian, how did they get here?"
But that was not a very urgent issue-- except where it concerned such curious beings finding their way into the palace, which seemed to be happening a lot lately anyway. Kent had already eaten, but it would be rather rude to decline Emil's offer... Unbecoming behavior indeed, especially after the previous day. ...And he was right, those pancakes did look rather appetizing.
So Kent took a seat and accepted the food. They could talk a little, he supposed...
He nods at Emil's request-- he would have wanted to go with, anyway, though likely for very different reasons. "We are here to assist, if that's what you'd like. Frabella should be there as well."
He took another bite out of the pancakes. "In this time of war, the knights ought to have more to do, but the people seem to prefer peace over glory-- which sometimes makes it difficult to be a knight, but it's preferable to being expected to act a certain way."
The people, as it happened, seemed to have reached the point where they believed the King could do no wrong-- if His Majesty were to suddenly change his mind and order the knights into battle, Kent is sure all of the country would be behind him in an instant. It was... heartening, but it put pressure on His Majesty.
Not that he couldn't handle it, of course.
"Nowadays the Royal Guard is mostly ceremonial, serving as..." ...the King's personal task force, but that wasn't a very flattering way to put it. "...an escort, or more importantly, the head of the army. His Majesty is perfectly capable of defending himself--" --though he often wouldn't-- "--and while each of the Royal Guardsmen is sworn to protect him, their oath is to their nation-- not their sovereign."
Though many of Dhaos' knights held the same opinions as his subjects, Kent thought.
"You'll find that many of the officials in the palace serve an extra role not obligated by their position," Kent said. "The court magician's purpose is to advise the King on matters of magic-- but as he is perfectly adept in it himself, she instead serves as yet another overseer regarding this pointless war. More specifically, the mana levels and their effect on the Tree."
She was also, as popular rumor held it, a personal favorite of His Majesty-- and while Kent could believe it, King Dhaos had done an admirable job of giving the impression of impartiality.
"In any case, you're free to ask for help, as long as we're not occupied at the moment."
...Oh, wow, he finished those pancakes. Those were good.
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