From Hommlet to Rastor: Role Playing Thread

[GoldenHudge]

Aurum to Arora:
"Arora. I have been meaning to ask you about your time in the military. What sort of organization did you pertain to? What was its purpose? I find myself sometimes thinking about the important balance between experience and education. My time spent at the academy was crucial for developing some of my talents and giving direction to my energies. I find the longer I spend away from it I feel a growing sense of loss at the instruction I am missing...perhaps the reason I am here on this journey is an example of my lack of instruction...But for yourself, often people of divine faith spend time cultivating it in an institutional setting. Between military and religion you can find yourself spending alot of time taking orders. How was that for you?"

Deomin to Melec:
"Every time we get into a scuffle I feel the heat of your fires burning. Naturally fire itself has a passion and wildness in it, but i cant help but get the impression that there is a little of yourself in the inferno. Without exception when I swing a blade or let loose an arrow there is purpose behind it. More often than not the meaning escapes me, but the agression is driven by a part of me that I am aware of. I connect with you easily Melec. Ive noticed that we both strike out in the name of completing a goal but whereas before I used to feel that the ends justified the means I sense lately that the means are the ends. That the way I go is something preconcieved...something natural. Feelings like these make the ethical debates of scholars like Aurum or zealots like Aurora seem silly and unnecessary. How do they not feel the direction of their lives and actions without all the preaching and rhetoric? So tell me Melec...where does the fuel for your fires come from?

Aurum to Arath:
"...The level of intricacy and precision required is maddening! Im not one to shirk studying Arath but seeing you sit here hour after hour in this cart makes me thing you are more machine than eladrin. With all the calculation required to master a spell where do you find outlets for other sides of life? Tests of phisical stregnth? The passion for battle!...or(slyly) other, less hostile activities. Ive been practicing some of the shielding incantations and my articulation of the commands seem decent, but my gestures are clumsy and uncoordinated. Even so I sense some useen source of power being pursueded to move for me."

[Overload]

Arath to Aurom:
"But Aurom, the study of magic is my outlet! The pursuit of physical superiority has never been something that interested me, for even the strongest Orc is no match for the unbelievable might of the arcane! The swiftest man will never outrun an arc of lightning, nor will the stealthiest thief ever be more silent than a powerful silence ritual or spell of invisibility! As for any other activities you may be hinting at... there is plenty of time for that later! You Dragonborn are much like the humans; so eager to do everything all at once. Perhaps it is related to your short lifespans. I imagine even I may be the same way if I knew I had less than a century left in life. But I will be around far longer than that! In a couple hundred years when I have become satisfied with all of my studies, perhaps then I will explore the other pleasures life has to offer, but until that time my books are all I need!" (Despite his confident attitude, you can't help but get the sense that there is less truth in his words than he'd like you to believe.) "Besides, I doubt there are better pleasures in this world than the satisfaction of summoning the raw elements to do your bidding. Calling down a column of fire from the dungeon ceiling to torch a vile goblin makes all of the time studying worth it! You said it yourself; you can feel the power beginning to move for you! The power is why we do this, is it not? It is magnificent! Even if you do not see it yet, I have no doubt that you will soon see what I mean. Keep up your studies and you will see..."

[Nilliac]

Arora to Aurum:

“Do you know of Estagund, Aurum? I imagine one as learned as yourself might have gathered some of the politics and geography of the place in your studies. In Estagund I was granted a position in the temple guard at the temple of Erathis, and in such a place as Estagund there is no shortage of devoted followers worshiping qualities which Erathis of course imbues. Estagund, of course, is a monarchy ruled by Rajah Jasraj Seltrarir and it was my hope that one day I may earn some placement within the Maquar… nevermind that though. Most of my experience outside the temple was that of Honor Guard, mostly unofficial business and escort of priestesses and dignitaries to various functions and activities. Hardly exciting but spiritually enriching to see such people do the good work of Erathis before my eyes. Inspiring. I miss that most of all, I must admit and I am sometimes a poor reflection of the qualities I live by. Erathis asks much of her followers, but nothing more than any person should be willing to give. I suppose this is the difference between the Academy and the Temple, learning is of course important in both but I am not subject to the blind commands of any mortal. In the end it is only Erathis who may order my hand or move my feet. I do this for the people of course but people worry about so many things, they are easily distracted by self-serving gluttony and ego. I suppose the short way of putting it is that I take orders from my heart and my heart alone which is guided by Erathis. As long as I am in good company I am never far too far from her to bear."

[GoldenHudge]

Aurum to Arath:
Power... I wonder what power I really have. Power to have an impact? Certainly. I rarely have concerns that I will be unable to accomplish my goals. The meaning of this impact is what often troubles me. Until the loss of my closest friends I felt like my accomplishments were all defining events in my life and others. The attention i received as I matured and excelled at my duties in Lurar, my homeland, meant the world to me and I thought my help was equally important to those that I served. I crossed half of Toril with a caravan as lead guardsman overcoming fatigue, attack, and the elements to arrive safely at my academy and deliver supplies that I assumed were crucial to its structure. As I rose in the ranks and challenged the intellectual ideas and school policies that governed my new home I felt like I was rendering a tremendous service to my community. All that changed when I lost ones that I couldnt save. Things completely external to me have instantly drained the meaning from anything that I have done. I feel now that all my "accomplishments" were much more about my development than really helping anyone in a significant way. Whats more, after losing meaning without any means to stop it, it seems to be entering once again without any action of my own again. My time with our little troop has been...an education in itself. glancing at his badge "Honored ones?"...It has been an honor.

[GoldenHudge]

Deomin to Arora:
As the troop begins to rest Deomin finds a moment to come crouch by Arora who is on her knees with a hammer trying to bang out some of the latest dents in her armor.

You change as quickly and markedly as the seasons dwar...er...Arora. I rarely understand the nature and severity of your objections to...well just about everything. My life has only found solace from terrible experiences and emotions by retreating from things you are rather bent on promoting. Nonetheless, there are as they say more ways than one to skin a cat... under his breath terrible expression. No, what I mean is that despite our different origins and, (with a chuckle) though we may die first, different destinations, you are one of the bravest people I have ever met. From what I have seen you dont face down any of these beasts for any glory of your own, yet as you swim through tentacles and knock back dragon claws Ive seen nothing wavering in youre resolve to stand in front of danger until it passes. Enjoy a well deserved rest, you are never far from home roof or not.

As he leaves, Arora notices on the ground that he has left for her a room key from the Inn of the Welcom Wench. Clearly the rogue pinched it when they last left. Despite this It is comforting for her to see a small token of civilzation so far from her home as she readies herself to go to sleep in a dragons cave.