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Post by Diocles on Dec 17, 2020 13:46:02 GMT
Jevunlok balks. "Back? No!" After he calms a bit, he asks, "You don't mean Nistaran's fire?" That is the fire which burns in Nirrion and in every Skenje city, fires that never go out.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 17, 2020 13:49:07 GMT
"Oh, no," I say, shaking my head. "Not Nistaran's fire. That is for priests alone." I sigh. I am sure that there are other Dragon cults around, and I suspect that they will be much more active now, too. Are they not responsible for this darkness?
I suddenly realize that I blame them for this. In some way, I think that they were not only prepared for this, not only in place to take advantage of it--no. They could not be so ready if they were not at least partly responsible.
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Post by Diocles on Dec 17, 2020 13:50:12 GMT
"Well, whatever it is," the druid says, seeing that you're deep in thought again, "you shouldn't risk a return to Nirrion."
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 17, 2020 13:53:30 GMT
"You are probably right," I say. "And even if I wished it, I doubt that His Highness would do so. It would be unjust to all his people. They no doubt need him back in Arinport." I push aside my concerns for now. I will have more time to think on them when I am next alone. For the time, I am with Jevunlok, and I hope to get to know him better.
"Thank you for showing me the spell," I say. "It was very kind of you, and it has helped me a great deal. I know that only druids are graced with that spell, and were it not for a Sentinel of my acquaintance, I would never have known it existed."
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Post by Diocles on Dec 17, 2020 13:55:01 GMT
"The sentinels are the leaders of trading caravans, correct? How did you become associated with one?"
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 17, 2020 13:57:36 GMT
"They are, more precisely, the guardians of trading caravans, and they must all spend time studying beasts at Ravenwood. The one I knew was of the Clan Ironeye, and he had returned to Ravenwood to expand the texts of its bestiaries, sharing information about a new monster he had faced."
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Post by Diocles on Dec 17, 2020 13:59:37 GMT
Jevunlok nods like he understands, but he doesn't. "A man studying an affinity for beasts is a good man in my book. The natural world must be protected and maintained in its complex balance. That's what druids do."
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 17, 2020 14:01:04 GMT
I take the turn of the conversation, and I ask, for I am always interested in learning more, "How did you know that you wished to be a druid?"
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Post by Diocles on Dec 17, 2020 14:02:12 GMT
"I was taken as a baby and raised by druids. It was, in a way, my destiny. How did you know you wanted to be a mage?"
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 17, 2020 14:04:24 GMT
"In a way, it was a similar thing," I say. "I was four years old, living in Elunia." I gesture to my flaming hair. "And the mages of the Academy came to my father's village and said that they had sensed the potential magic in me. They collected me and took me to the Academy." I smile. "I am glad of it, for it was a privilege to study there. No doubt you feel the same way about studying with your druids?"
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Post by Diocles on Dec 17, 2020 14:07:17 GMT
He shrugs. "I know no different, but I think that even if I did, I would not regret having been taken. We druids... well, we're set apart." You sense pride from him.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 17, 2020 14:08:32 GMT
"It is a signal grace," I say. "A gift, as being taken by the Academy is a gift."
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