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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Gathered at the castle at Mione's request, they find Mione already present, wielding what looks sort of like a musket, but clearly not, festooned with plentiful math and constructed of Creator Steel. A priceless artifact.<br> <br>Zevran approaches the castle from the direction of Solacious Manor with Wulf in tow. He is decked out in his spiked black armor and carries his large greatsword on his back. A pack with some supplies is slung over his shoulder. He smiles at Mione in greeting, his attention drawn to the artifact in the scholar's hands. "So, what is it we are looking for?" He asks as he gets within speaking distance.<br> <br>Wulf approaches the weapon quickly, admiration in her eyes "Oh.... pretty! how does it work? Does it have more than one round? Does... oh sorry sir..." she backs away from her looming position over the peice and moves back to stand next to Zevran, still eyeing the object with admiring eyes.<br> <br>He swings the weapon towards them, "Have faith," he says, depressing the trigger. Bright light leaps from the bell at the end, striking Zevran like a medicine ball slapping up against him in energy form, staggering before energy begins to flow powerfully, filling limbs with strange new power. "How do you feel?" asks Mione.<br> <br>Zevran lets out a grunt as the energy ball slams into him. However, he is pleasantly surprised when he is filled with energy instead of pain. He flexes his fingers as he looks at Mione. "I feel...powerful. Like the Creators themselves have given me strength." He smiles.<br> <br>Wulf covers her eyes as the flash of light goes by and stops. "Wow... bright light, I'm seeing spots... Where'd you get that thing from sir?"<br> <br>The aristotic rodent nods towards Zevran, "Quite. Now imagine we could give this gift to all of our gifted citizens? You felt that resistance, did you not? If we were to fire it indiscriminatly, it would overwhelm as many gifted as it would benefit." he explains, "This," He gestures at the weapon in his hands, "Is the unfinished fruit of our efforts. The gifted, we have found are sitting at the edge of their potential. You may have reached the 'end' of one or more of your soul gems, and felt you have learned all there is to learn, but it is a fallacy." He slings the gun over his back, secured in place.<br> <br>Zevran listens intently to Mione's explanations. "Are you saying we have more power than just that granted by our soul gems? Some sort of power inherent in our being gifted?" He asks the scholar, still getting used to his newfound power.<br> <br>Wulf prefers to stay quiet now, listening to the rodents every word with attentiveness.<br> <br>He shakes his head, "Yes, and no. Your talent..." He pauses, seeming to consider this, "You can't hear all that the soul gem is saying. It's like reading an instructional manual, perhaps. With greater grasp of the language, you can draw more from it. You have all done so very well, but we are certain, the King and I, that you can transcend it, and get deeper into the knowledge waiting to be grasped, the power and understanding." He places fingertips together, cradled, "The potential is boggling."<br> <br>Zevran nods his head in acceptance of Mione's explanation, understanding the basics of what the scholar is explaining. "Well, I look foward to unlocking the potential one day." He states. "Although I'm sure we have time for that later. What was it that you called us here to find?" He asks.<br> <br>Wulf nods 'I assume its something that will help to complete that thing, yeah?"<br> <br>A finger is raised by Mione, "One and the same. We have had the gifted gathering parts we need, to bring about that next level, to any gifted that is ready to receive it. The next part is close at hand, but, I admit, I have deceived you. I wanted to see the effect of the device on a gifted. You are a stalwart and hearty being. You still feel well?" The rush is fading, but no hurting or pain replaces it, just a return to normalcy.<br> <br>Zevran nods to Mione, although he seems disappointed as the energy starts to fade. "I feel normal, I suppose. Although compared to how I felt before, my current state doesn't seem as adequate. I suppose that one of your goals is to make the device's effects permanent, yes?" He replies to Mione.<br> <br>The mouse nods, "Quite, yes. We surmise that reaching this next plateau of development will be personal, in some ways. Your gift gives you greater empathy with the universe as a whole," A soft wide gesture is made, "Understanding your part in it must come, if you are to claim mastery of it. While the other nations squabble and cry out in superstitous fear, we want to grasp this secret directly." He taps a foot, looking between the two, "We do not suppose to be as clever as the Creators, but they have to have set in motion this gift for a reason. If they did not intend for us to open this box, why put it inside of us, waiting to be found?"<br> <br>Zevran nods slowly. "I suppose you are right. The Creators would never have granted us such a gift without a reason." He replies. The statement about finding a place in the universe leaves him to rub his chin thoughtfully, wondering what his own place might be.<br> <br>Wulf nods quietly, the thought flitting across her mind a jumbled mess as she tries thinking about too much in too short a time about the Mouse's words. "Well I think to understand that, one needs to understand themselves first yeah?" shaking her head she sighs "enough philosophy, let's get whatchya need for that thing, sooner we get it the sooner we can use it to our benefit, yeah?"<br> <br>Mione continues with a hand flip, "So, this is as much a matter of personal discovery, as it is pushing what we know, mathematically. The mathematics are almost complete, I am proud to announce, in no small part due to the bravery and responsiveness of the gifted of our kingdom."<br> <br>He then looks towards Wulf, "The second to last part is coming from across the sea. We sent a group to fetch it with negotiation. Shralesta is not fast in releasing its artifacts. They guard every Creator trinket as if it was the last, and even generous amounts of money barely moves them. I admire their dedication, though it is quite inconvenient."<br> <br>Zevran shrugs. "Money isn't everything. You could always take it by force. Although it may not be wise to make more enemies, especially during our current strife with the Cliffsiders." He notes, although the use of force is more of an observation than a serious suggestion.<br> <br>Wulf nods quietly "Indeed, besides, your take wars one enemy at a time if you can help it, though it's best to have none at all."<br> <br>Mione gives a soft sigh, "Besides. If you have not heard, Shralesta is being quite helpful in our conflict with Cliffside. We bear them no animosity, and have no desire to incite a conflict with them. Trade has been quite beneficial both ways between our people, and our shared past has been largely peaceful. So, we wait. We need that piece, however, before we can be certain that the last and final piece is the correct one." His tone of voice betrays that he is quite eager indeed to have that bit, to be working instead of waiting.<br> <br>Zevran shrugs again. "If we have to wait, then perhaps the time spent waiting can put towards something else beneficial." He says, although he has not the slightest idea how the time could be spent.<br> <br>Neither does Wulf. "So what are you proposing then? We go retrieve it from them orr something?"<br> <br>He shakes his head, "No no, put them out of your mind for now." He pauses a moment, considering, "But I can think of something you can do. Go to the arc. It should be safe, the shadow have left it a month ago and no sighting of them has occured. Meditate on your..." he wobbles a hand, "Your gifted nature. You may even want to take off your gem for a short time, no more than an hour, and try to hear what the gem drowns out." |
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Gathered at the castle at Mione's request, they find Mione already present, wielding what looks sort of like a musket, but clearly not, festooned with plentiful math and constructed of Creator Steel. A priceless artifact.
Zevran approaches the castle from the direction of Solacious Manor with Wulf in tow. He is decked out in his spiked black armor and carries his large greatsword on his back. A pack with some supplies is slung over his shoulder. He smiles at Mione in greeting, his attention drawn to the artifact in the scholar's hands. "So, what is it we are looking for?" He asks as he gets within speaking distance.
Wulf approaches the weapon quickly, admiration in her eyes "Oh.... pretty! how does it work? Does it have more than one round? Does... oh sorry sir..." she backs away from her looming position over the peice and moves back to stand next to Zevran, still eyeing the object with admiring eyes.
He swings the weapon towards them, "Have faith," he says, depressing the trigger. Bright light leaps from the bell at the end, striking Zevran like a medicine ball slapping up against him in energy form, staggering before energy begins to flow powerfully, filling limbs with strange new power. "How do you feel?" asks Mione.
Zevran lets out a grunt as the energy ball slams into him. However, he is pleasantly surprised when he is filled with energy instead of pain. He flexes his fingers as he looks at Mione. "I feel...powerful. Like the Creators themselves have given me strength." He smiles.
Wulf covers her eyes as the flash of light goes by and stops. "Wow... bright light, I'm seeing spots... Where'd you get that thing from sir?"
The aristotic rodent nods towards Zevran, "Quite. Now imagine we could give this gift to all of our gifted citizens? You felt that resistance, did you not? If we were to fire it indiscriminatly, it would overwhelm as many gifted as it would benefit." he explains, "This," He gestures at the weapon in his hands, "Is the unfinished fruit of our efforts. The gifted, we have found are sitting at the edge of their potential. You may have reached the 'end' of one or more of your soul gems, and felt you have learned all there is to learn, but it is a fallacy." He slings the gun over his back, secured in place.
Zevran listens intently to Mione's explanations. "Are you saying we have more power than just that granted by our soul gems? Some sort of power inherent in our being gifted?" He asks the scholar, still getting used to his newfound power.
Wulf prefers to stay quiet now, listening to the rodents every word with attentiveness.
He shakes his head, "Yes, and no. Your talent..." He pauses, seeming to consider this, "You can't hear all that the soul gem is saying. It's like reading an instructional manual, perhaps. With greater grasp of the language, you can draw more from it. You have all done so very well, but we are certain, the King and I, that you can transcend it, and get deeper into the knowledge waiting to be grasped, the power and understanding." He places fingertips together, cradled, "The potential is boggling."
Zevran nods his head in acceptance of Mione's explanation, understanding the basics of what the scholar is explaining. "Well, I look foward to unlocking the potential one day." He states. "Although I'm sure we have time for that later. What was it that you called us here to find?" He asks.
Wulf nods 'I assume its something that will help to complete that thing, yeah?"
A finger is raised by Mione, "One and the same. We have had the gifted gathering parts we need, to bring about that next level, to any gifted that is ready to receive it. The next part is close at hand, but, I admit, I have deceived you. I wanted to see the effect of the device on a gifted. You are a stalwart and hearty being. You still feel well?" The rush is fading, but no hurting or pain replaces it, just a return to normalcy.
Zevran nods to Mione, although he seems disappointed as the energy starts to fade. "I feel normal, I suppose. Although compared to how I felt before, my current state doesn't seem as adequate. I suppose that one of your goals is to make the device's effects permanent, yes?" He replies to Mione.
The mouse nods, "Quite, yes. We surmise that reaching this next plateau of development will be personal, in some ways. Your gift gives you greater empathy with the universe as a whole," A soft wide gesture is made, "Understanding your part in it must come, if you are to claim mastery of it. While the other nations squabble and cry out in superstitous fear, we want to grasp this secret directly." He taps a foot, looking between the two, "We do not suppose to be as clever as the Creators, but they have to have set in motion this gift for a reason. If they did not intend for us to open this box, why put it inside of us, waiting to be found?"
Zevran nods slowly. "I suppose you are right. The Creators would never have granted us such a gift without a reason." He replies. The statement about finding a place in the universe leaves him to rub his chin thoughtfully, wondering what his own place might be.
Wulf nods quietly, the thought flitting across her mind a jumbled mess as she tries thinking about too much in too short a time about the Mouse's words. "Well I think to understand that, one needs to understand themselves first yeah?" shaking her head she sighs "enough philosophy, let's get whatchya need for that thing, sooner we get it the sooner we can use it to our benefit, yeah?"
Mione continues with a hand flip, "So, this is as much a matter of personal discovery, as it is pushing what we know, mathematically. The mathematics are almost complete, I am proud to announce, in no small part due to the bravery and responsiveness of the gifted of our kingdom."
He then looks towards Wulf, "The second to last part is coming from across the sea. We sent a group to fetch it with negotiation. Shralesta is not fast in releasing its artifacts. They guard every Creator trinket as if it was the last, and even generous amounts of money barely moves them. I admire their dedication, though it is quite inconvenient."
Zevran shrugs. "Money isn't everything. You could always take it by force. Although it may not be wise to make more enemies, especially during our current strife with the Cliffsiders." He notes, although the use of force is more of an observation than a serious suggestion.
Wulf nods quietly "Indeed, besides, your take wars one enemy at a time if you can help it, though it's best to have none at all."
Mione gives a soft sigh, "Besides. If you have not heard, Shralesta is being quite helpful in our conflict with Cliffside. We bear them no animosity, and have no desire to incite a conflict with them. Trade has been quite beneficial both ways between our people, and our shared past has been largely peaceful. So, we wait. We need that piece, however, before we can be certain that the last and final piece is the correct one." His tone of voice betrays that he is quite eager indeed to have that bit, to be working instead of waiting.
Zevran shrugs again. "If we have to wait, then perhaps the time spent waiting can put towards something else beneficial." He says, although he has not the slightest idea how the time could be spent.
Neither does Wulf. "So what are you proposing then? We go retrieve it from them orr something?"
He shakes his head, "No no, put them out of your mind for now." He pauses a moment, considering, "But I can think of something you can do. Go to the arc. It should be safe, the shadow have left it a month ago and no sighting of them has occured. Meditate on your..." he wobbles a hand, "Your gifted nature. You may even want to take off your gem for a short time, no more than an hour, and try to hear what the gem drowns out."
