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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is quiet in Eastbank today. The muggy heat of the day as even the bugs laying low, though it is pleasant under the dappled shade of the leafy canopy. It just seems like a really good day to be walking in the woods.<br> <br>Zuri steps up towards the clearing, smiling as he glances around. It was not unusual for the salamander to come explore Eastbank Forest, and he always seemed to find something new and exciting whenever he did. It also helped that it was much more pleasant here than back in Firmament in days like this. The salamander brought little gear with him today, since his trip was intended only to be a pleasure stroll.<br> <br>"Ah! Zuri!" comes a grunted greeting from a small clearing, "I hoped I might see you today! That straitlaced boy of yours not with you?" There, in the clearing ahead is a corpulent, opulently dressed boar seated at a small, well laden table. "Come join me for a bit of refreshment!" he offers.<br> <br>Zuri smiles brightly as he recognizes the boar. The small amphibian dashes over to join him by the table. "Hi Mister Olloch, good morning!" He giggles. "You mean Rokarino? Nah, he's back home. Think he's studying or researching or something along those notes. Doesn't like to be disturbed when he's focusing like that." He looks over the sumptuous banquet, licking his lips. "Don't mind if I do!" He snatches one cream cake out of a neatly stacked pile of confectionary, taking a bite before turning to regard the spirit. "What's the occasion, sir? This is quite the feast!"<br> <br>"I just like to take care of my friends," Olloch says, "We -are- friends, aren't we, Zuri?" The corpulent Spirit waddles over and sits next to Zuri, offering the salamander a chair of his own. "I was hoping to talk to you about a bit of a," he thinks for a second, "Business venture, I suppose would be the best word for it."<br> <br>Zuri plops down on the proffered chair, nodding at the spirit's words. "Of course sir!" He smiles brightly. "We're good friends I'd say!" He takes another bite of the cream cake as he listens attentively, then nods again. "Always up for business Mister Olloch." He grins. "Business makes the world go around, after all! What do you have in mind?"<br> <br>"I suppose you have some idea about the nature of Spirits?" Olloch asks, easing back into his seat and reaching for a round, red fruit and a small knife, "I think your friend Rokarion has probably given you his theories? So I am sure you have heard about how we prefer to acquire mortal agents out in the world, yes?"<br> <br>Zuri swallows his bite of cream cake, then nods slowly. "Yes sir. I uhm.. I fear Rokarion doesn't trust spirits one bit. He feels you're all out on some big game and want to use us beings as pawns, or something like that." He nibbles on his lip. "And actually I was there when Mister Ser'ther acquired one such.. agent, in the House of Night. A friend of mine. Rokarion was pretty miffed at the whole thing."<br> <br>Olloch uses his little knife to carefully slice the large red fruit in his hands in half, revealing the blood red seedpods inside. He sets aside the knife and starts to gently pluck little juice pods out. "I don't mean to offend," he snorts, "But your friend has a very narrow view of the world and a rather puffed up opinion of himself. Honestly, when was the last time you heard of a Spirit, like myself, calling on a mortal to do anything that they were not already doing? Honestly?"<br> <br>Zuri scratches his head. "I haven't heard much of other spirit callers. Met a few in my travels, but never really asked them much of it." He smiles. "I have no ill feelings towards the spirits or their callers Sir. They've never done me any wrong." He giggles. "And as far as I understand you've been around much longer than any of us beings, so if anything we should be trying to get closer to you, ask questions about Promise and try to work with you. I don't know why Rokarion, or any other being, shows so much animosity towards you and the others."<br> <br>Olloch nods, popping another handful of pomegranite pips into his mouth. "Precisely," he grunts after swallowing, "Understand, Zuri, we do not come knocking where we are not wanted. We only come when called." He holds up a meaty, fat hand. "True, I am known to come knocking, just a little bit, but only because I know where I am wanted. And I think that you and I might have something to offer one another."<br> <br>Zuri scorfs down the remains of his cream cake, and reaches over to snatch a chocolate swirl instead. He smiles at Olloch. "You do throw the best parties, Mister Olloch." He chuckles. "And yea, I suppose you do have a lot to offer me." He tilts his head. "But what do I offer you, Mister Olloch? In fact, what do us beings offer to creatures so powerful as the spirits themselves?" He takes a bite out of his cake, eyeing Olloch with genuine curiosity.<br> <br>Olloch sucks thoughtfully on another handful of pomegranite pips. "It is hard to explain," he confesses, "You don't have words for what we really are or how we work. But you give us a place in the world. When beings call upon us, we ARE. I know that does not make much sense, but we need you far more than you need us." The obese boar shakes his head. "That is all I can say, I fear," he snorts, "Rules and all." He grins a tusky grin at the little amphibian. "I DO throw the best parties," he says, "And with your help, along with others, we can throw even better ones. I've had my eye on that Snowmark fellow too, you know. There's a being who knows how to throw a party!"<br> <br>Zuri giggles. "Mister Sven! He's the best!" He smiles at Olloch, then nods. "He's a really good friend I'd say, and he is a lot of fun! And a bit of a hunk.." He nibbles on his lip, then returns to the matter at hand. "I understand Sir, you can't say much. I think us beings are only afraid that the spirits will one day.. dunno.. get us all to fight each other, or whatever. I mean, that Kendrac fellow for example, he's downright psychotic from what little I know of him."<br> <br>Olloch snorts in agreement, eating another handful of pomegranite seeds. "Exactly!" he says, "And they call themselves the Life Court! Ha! Spirits of Battle, Lust and Vengeance claiming to be in the right just because they are part of the basest animal natures! And they call us Corrupt! Ridiculous." The boar smiles again. "Not to say that I am infallible," he says, "I have my dark side. But that just makes me like anyone else, right? None of us are angels." He fishes around in the husk of his pomegranite with a fat finger for the last bits of sweet flesh. "We all overindulge sometimes, but that hardly makes a person evil, now does it?"<br> <br>Zuri takes two straight bites out of his chocolate swirl. He chews happily, tailtip wiggling happily. He does love his chocolate. "Not at all Mister Olloch! What's a cookie for if not for eating, right? And if it tastes good, have another one!" He giggles. "And yea.. I s'pose I have a bit of a dark side myself... not evil, mind, just.. less mainstream." The salamander scratches the back of his head pensively. |
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It is quiet in Eastbank today. The muggy heat of the day as even the bugs laying low, though it is pleasant under the dappled shade of the leafy canopy. It just seems like a really good day to be walking in the woods.
Zuri steps up towards the clearing, smiling as he glances around. It was not unusual for the salamander to come explore Eastbank Forest, and he always seemed to find something new and exciting whenever he did. It also helped that it was much more pleasant here than back in Firmament in days like this. The salamander brought little gear with him today, since his trip was intended only to be a pleasure stroll.
"Ah! Zuri!" comes a grunted greeting from a small clearing, "I hoped I might see you today! That straitlaced boy of yours not with you?" There, in the clearing ahead is a corpulent, opulently dressed boar seated at a small, well laden table. "Come join me for a bit of refreshment!" he offers.
Zuri smiles brightly as he recognizes the boar. The small amphibian dashes over to join him by the table. "Hi Mister Olloch, good morning!" He giggles. "You mean Rokarino? Nah, he's back home. Think he's studying or researching or something along those notes. Doesn't like to be disturbed when he's focusing like that." He looks over the sumptuous banquet, licking his lips. "Don't mind if I do!" He snatches one cream cake out of a neatly stacked pile of confectionary, taking a bite before turning to regard the spirit. "What's the occasion, sir? This is quite the feast!"
"I just like to take care of my friends," Olloch says, "We -are- friends, aren't we, Zuri?" The corpulent Spirit waddles over and sits next to Zuri, offering the salamander a chair of his own. "I was hoping to talk to you about a bit of a," he thinks for a second, "Business venture, I suppose would be the best word for it."
Zuri plops down on the proffered chair, nodding at the spirit's words. "Of course sir!" He smiles brightly. "We're good friends I'd say!" He takes another bite of the cream cake as he listens attentively, then nods again. "Always up for business Mister Olloch." He grins. "Business makes the world go around, after all! What do you have in mind?"
"I suppose you have some idea about the nature of Spirits?" Olloch asks, easing back into his seat and reaching for a round, red fruit and a small knife, "I think your friend Rokarion has probably given you his theories? So I am sure you have heard about how we prefer to acquire mortal agents out in the world, yes?"
Zuri swallows his bite of cream cake, then nods slowly. "Yes sir. I uhm.. I fear Rokarion doesn't trust spirits one bit. He feels you're all out on some big game and want to use us beings as pawns, or something like that." He nibbles on his lip. "And actually I was there when Mister Ser'ther acquired one such.. agent, in the House of Night. A friend of mine. Rokarion was pretty miffed at the whole thing."
Olloch uses his little knife to carefully slice the large red fruit in his hands in half, revealing the blood red seedpods inside. He sets aside the knife and starts to gently pluck little juice pods out. "I don't mean to offend," he snorts, "But your friend has a very narrow view of the world and a rather puffed up opinion of himself. Honestly, when was the last time you heard of a Spirit, like myself, calling on a mortal to do anything that they were not already doing? Honestly?"
Zuri scratches his head. "I haven't heard much of other spirit callers. Met a few in my travels, but never really asked them much of it." He smiles. "I have no ill feelings towards the spirits or their callers Sir. They've never done me any wrong." He giggles. "And as far as I understand you've been around much longer than any of us beings, so if anything we should be trying to get closer to you, ask questions about Promise and try to work with you. I don't know why Rokarion, or any other being, shows so much animosity towards you and the others."
Olloch nods, popping another handful of pomegranite pips into his mouth. "Precisely," he grunts after swallowing, "Understand, Zuri, we do not come knocking where we are not wanted. We only come when called." He holds up a meaty, fat hand. "True, I am known to come knocking, just a little bit, but only because I know where I am wanted. And I think that you and I might have something to offer one another."
Zuri scorfs down the remains of his cream cake, and reaches over to snatch a chocolate swirl instead. He smiles at Olloch. "You do throw the best parties, Mister Olloch." He chuckles. "And yea, I suppose you do have a lot to offer me." He tilts his head. "But what do I offer you, Mister Olloch? In fact, what do us beings offer to creatures so powerful as the spirits themselves?" He takes a bite out of his cake, eyeing Olloch with genuine curiosity.
Olloch sucks thoughtfully on another handful of pomegranite pips. "It is hard to explain," he confesses, "You don't have words for what we really are or how we work. But you give us a place in the world. When beings call upon us, we ARE. I know that does not make much sense, but we need you far more than you need us." The obese boar shakes his head. "That is all I can say, I fear," he snorts, "Rules and all." He grins a tusky grin at the little amphibian. "I DO throw the best parties," he says, "And with your help, along with others, we can throw even better ones. I've had my eye on that Snowmark fellow too, you know. There's a being who knows how to throw a party!"
Zuri giggles. "Mister Sven! He's the best!" He smiles at Olloch, then nods. "He's a really good friend I'd say, and he is a lot of fun! And a bit of a hunk.." He nibbles on his lip, then returns to the matter at hand. "I understand Sir, you can't say much. I think us beings are only afraid that the spirits will one day.. dunno.. get us all to fight each other, or whatever. I mean, that Kendrac fellow for example, he's downright psychotic from what little I know of him."
Olloch snorts in agreement, eating another handful of pomegranite seeds. "Exactly!" he says, "And they call themselves the Life Court! Ha! Spirits of Battle, Lust and Vengeance claiming to be in the right just because they are part of the basest animal natures! And they call us Corrupt! Ridiculous." The boar smiles again. "Not to say that I am infallible," he says, "I have my dark side. But that just makes me like anyone else, right? None of us are angels." He fishes around in the husk of his pomegranite with a fat finger for the last bits of sweet flesh. "We all overindulge sometimes, but that hardly makes a person evil, now does it?"
Zuri takes two straight bites out of his chocolate swirl. He chews happily, tailtip wiggling happily. He does love his chocolate. "Not at all Mister Olloch! What's a cookie for if not for eating, right? And if it tastes good, have another one!" He giggles. "And yea.. I s'pose I have a bit of a dark side myself... not evil, mind, just.. less mainstream." The salamander scratches the back of his head pensively.
