Post by Areek Tesarik on Dec 22, 2012 12:41:20 GMT -5
Girard: Wasn't everyday a minstrel runs into someone mumbling spell-like incantations outside an inne. Between then and now Girard had wound up at one of the familiar tables of the inne, curiously eyeing the most silent excuse for a potential spellslinger he'd ever seen. If not for the slightly more golden sheen to the fellow's hair he might well have assumed the man a Magiken, it'd have answered a good deal in his mind! Without Ankar or Chimera around to answer that particular question for the minstrel he'd selected a different course of action. Which currently left the two in something of a bit of sport reflecting an arrow formed from shadowstuff back and forth at the other, only Girard really taking any fun out of it far as he could tell! -d
Chimera: Chimera could sense another Magiken nearby; he could just feel the magic coming off of him. And oh! What a joy it was! It was Grip, one he'd not seen in so very long! With no flash, no bang, no glorious entrance to announce his presence to the world, Chimera just simply appeared there inthe room. Looking around the first he would see was Girard, who at the moment was ignored due to his mission. That mission being to find Grip! Though when the fellow his ken was spotted a wide smile came to Chimera's lips before he moved over to him, feet hovering just inches above the ground as he did so.*Grip! It is so good to see you. I hope you have been well?*
Grip: A sad excuse for a visit to the inne where his ken and kena were supposedly staying now and then. How did they expect him to continue his research without others of his level of superiority to debate with on the subject? Grip lazily redirected the human's shadowstuff projectile with a little magical force each time it came his way. The little game served its purpose in providing a distraction until his ken could appear. The appearance of Chimera brought on shift of his head after the muscles of his neck were given a little exercise as if they'd stiffened during the wait. * A terrible ken
you are Chimera, have you any idea how long I have waited with only this human for company?*
Girard: “A few minutes at best was beginning to wonder if he was one of your people, Fluffy. “Well the Minstrel just wasn't going to bother with the whole Chimera pet name after that incident with the pouncing. Now that the game was overdue to interruption, Girard sighed. Because this meant he'd have to man the bar until Maria showed her face, an event he'd look forward to just to get away from that side of the bar. “I honestly thought Ankar would've been the one to show up... she seems the more... leadership prone of you two... er... three...I guess.” -d
Chimera: That brought a very visible frown to come to his face when Grip said that. Obviously hurt, for a second, by it. Though that smile of his came right back to his lips, unable to stay mad at him for long really. *You have kept us waiting far longer.* A firm nod of his head given to that before he looked over to Girard. His right brow lifting just slightly to the Fluffy comment, though he didn't really mind it. Just, seemed odd. As he didn't get the reference.Though when he said that Shroud was their leader, or about that anyway he shook his head. *We are one of six, and six of one. We have no leader." He puffed out his chest just a bit, despite the fact that Shroud really would be their leader per say, the Magiken were far to proud and arrogant to admit it. *This human is suitable company, for a time.* And sadly, that was a compliment to Girard.
Grip: * My research is much more important than allowing my ken and kena to know my every action and motivation. * The human's reference to his ken as 'Fluffy' earned both the human and Chimera a curious look. * He's minimally talented with shadow magic. Is he not one of your or Ankar's allegiants? * A reasonable enough presumption to make when any spell caster happened to be staying where he knew Magiken to frequent as well.
Girard: “A six lacking three is still only three.” Least that’s how Girard saw it; he had only ever seen three specimens of the Magiken race. If there were more than that he'd not be surprised, yet it'd still be a little surprising. “Suitable company. I can say the same, of Ankar and Grip. " Chimera got a quickly flashed grin out of the minstrel before he'd gone over to play bartender on the other side of the bar. " And you may call me Requiem. I'd prefer it if you referred to me by that name to Chimera. I'd have thought you'd be more comfortable using that sort of name to... “Well one of the few things he knew about the Magiken was their frequent use of pet names over their own other names. -d
Chimera: *No, he is not. He lacks......Focus.* those eyes of his moved over to Girard, staring at him for just a moment, with a near blank stare. And for Magiken, it was more they got their pet names first, so it was a force of habit. Though if he wanted to be called Requiem far be it for Chimera to do differently. After another moment of eyeing the man though he turned back to Grip and smiled again. *Have you come to join us, or are you simply here for a short break?* Luckily Chimera's research could be done pretty much anywhere, thus he stayed close to Shroud for the most part.
Grip: Grip took in this mention of a lack of focus on the human's part without a show of acknowledgement. If neither of the Tesarik's the human had met before him thought to make him an allegiant than there was no reason to break from the unwritten policy. Chimera acquired answer almost immediately after the question. * My resources elsewhere have been exhausted recently. There is no other choice than to go where there are others of our kind, as my ken you and Ankar are as I, the closest to our Creators. Therefore the closest remnant of their ken and kena. * A long-winded sort, no doubt the benefit of telepathy made it easier to get out without a breath. * I need those capable of debating my research. Otherwise I may just make the same mistake T'risk xun Tesarik made and become something lesser than I am. * Grip most certainly proved one of the more passionate examples of a Magiken.
Girard: Didn't take much listening in on that conversation to lose interest in it for the minstrel. Instead he'd headed into the back to make himself some tea, assuming he could figure out what was where without winding up poisoning himself. Eventually he'd come back with something steaming in a cup, hopefully it was tea. -d
Chimera: *I see. I've yet to find a mind sharper than mine.* He gave a firm nod of his head to that. And in fact, you'd be hard pressed to find anyone around smarter than Chimera. The man lived for knowledge. His problem was that he lacked lot of common sense, and his sense of humor came and went with the winds. But if you needed to know something? Oh, he was bound to know it. All Magiken could access the leymind, but he made it his focus. Trying to
learn the ins and outs of it, how to navigate it's vast knowledge to pin point just what was needed for any given task. Shroud, well she was the most balanced of them. Likely the perfect blend. Though sometimes he thought she put herself in too much danger with her silly sword play. *Tell me of your research, or what you have found thus far.* Curious....Curious he was.
Grip: * How much do you know the ken and kena of our Creators, Chimera? * Continuing on from that point would be pointless unless his ken was aware of what had happened to one of those kena of the prior Six. * I seek to end the Plague, Chimera. * It was not as if other Magiken had not tried to escape it, T'risk impaticular was the one Grip knew well. * Fairspirit, T'risk , accomplished ending its threat to only one, selfishly. I have made only minor progress but without fully understanding everything about the Plague of Arcanum I can make no further leaps. *
Chimera: He listened to his ken, taking the time to float just a bit closer where he would lift his legs in a crossed pattern. His elbows coming down to rest on his knees as he placed his chin in his hands. If someone didn't know any better those two would look rather odd staring at each other as theywere, with no movement of their lips. *I see. The plague is not something I seek to win over. I see it as a.....Gift.* Chimera, was odd. He saw the sacrifice of giving ones body to become the magic, the very thing magiken used, as the greatest gift he could give to the world.....Aside from his presence. Though, if needed, he would not risk the Magiken race to die out, and would gladly bond with another to birth more Magiken, if the time came. Thus, he hadn't done much in the looking department on the subject. *The plague, as I know it, comes due to the constant contact with magic that we have. Over the years it seems to degrade our bodies slowly. I have not given the subject much thought, though I would take guess to say that is why we regenerate. To recover from, and hold off the plague. I would also go as far as to say we are all effected by it as soon as the day of our birth, yet we simply don't see the force it takes on us until much later.* As he had said, he didn't do any research on the subject, as it wasn't one that interested him, so he could be wrong on all levels , either way it was his point of view on the matter. Though, for sake of his kens research he would gladly search the leymind for what he could find. And in fact, he was doing so at that very moment.
Girard: " Magic always has its price, whether taken from the mind. " Yes, the minstrel had started talking, lifting a hand up to motion to his head. " The soul, or the body. Its price must always be paid in full, and it may be resisted. But it will always claim its due. " This was something a man who had sacrificed memories and more just to acquire the power of magic could know very well through first hand experience. The minstrel set down his cup of tea, looking between the two Magiken while they chatted on that telepathic wavelength. " It sounds like your kind is .. to sum it up.. a living representative of magic itself. The art is always there, but it recedes over time..and much like the waves of the sea it always comes back, renewed. " -d
Grip: Between the response of his ken and the words of the human Grip had become silent. * Fools. Magic is the birthright of the magiken, we should never have been subject to its whims, but it to ours. The plague is an imperfection to our kind, Chimera. It has kept us all from the perfection that should be ours. * The fairly obvious alternative was that the results of the plague were the very perfection he sought. A pity Grip could not see it.
Chimera: He listened to them both, looking to Girard as he spoke, only to look back to Grip after words. *If that is the case, it was a mistake in our past that caused such. Yet, we are born of magic, by means of magic, with magic as our life blood. Our creators give their lives to produce the magic needed to form our lives. It is a curse of us all.* Still, thats how he saw it with what minimal research he'd done yet. *We are able to use magic as no other can due to this.
Grip: * You say this while every advancing century has proved the humans, the elves, even gnomes ever encroaching on magics that were once only ours to command. This occurs while others of our kind discover exactly as I have that there is another way. What they will not do is realize Fairspirit's mistake if they travel her path. If we are not lose to the Plague, then Fairspirit's Legacy will be the doom of the Magiken in its place. I, we cannot allowed that to happen!* Grip always had been a very passionate sort of Magiken, a pity he could no have come to obsess over something much less dangerous on the individual, if not the racial, level.
Chimera: There would be a small shake of his head given to Grip at that. *No other race can use magic as effortlessly as we. While yes, others are learning new magics, and discovering new tomes to cast spells with......We are creating new magics, and making those tombs they discover.* With that being said he smiled a little, knowing that he and his kind were ahead, and would always be ahead of any other race that claims mastery over magic. *You say you wish to end the plague.....To what end? Do you wish to live for all time, regenerating as often as needed and never fade away. Or do you simply wish the end of our lives to be less.....Painful?*
Grip: Grip acquired a familiar expression when faced with Chimera's words and what he knew Fairspirit to have done to escape the Plague of Arcanum. This knowledge alongside what he knew to be T'risk's last moments as a Magiken. All he could really think the first time he'd become aware of it was ‘Why?'. * Something about the Plague drove a Tesarik to forsake everything she was, to become a slave to escape the threat of it. That is the only way I can possibly view what she did. If the threat of such pain could make one of us resort to such means to escape, what else can I do, but seek a way to lessen the pain? *
Girard: The minstrel decided, faced with this particular sort of conversation between the two magiken, to take his tea and disappear into the backroom for a time. He suspected Maria would eventually come along by the time the two were finished, right? -d
Chimera: Chimera also was not aware of what T'risk had done, or not done in the past. Sure, he had the memories in his mind, but those memories were not dug into to find just what had happened. Though that wouldn't stop him from putting in his opinion. *To become magic itself is perfection. It is what we all should strive for, unless a bonding is required. Do you not agree? I would gladly face the pain of the plague in order to do so.* There was a small nod of his head given to that before he spoke again. *Though, I will not deny that a painless transition to such a state would be more pleasant. Perhaps you are seeking a magical means to a magical condition, and there is not one?*
Grip: Not for the first time Grip found himself faced with an instant where he thought if only he could speak with T'risk himself he would have all the answers required for this puzzle. The thought always ended with the simple fact that T'risk, Fairspirit had practically enslaved herself forever to a species he found difficulty not finding more vile and threatening than the dread Kyra. * You believe I look for a solution to a problem that does not exist. * He saw no reason to believe Shroud would think any differently. * Better I debate with ken who disagree, than sycophants who can do nothing but agree with my discoveries. *
Chimera: *Perhaps the problem is simply not the pain, but the process?* He wasn't sure if he was agreeing with what Grip had found in his research. But he was voicing his point of view on the matter, with the limited knowledge that he had on the subject. *Perhaps you should seek another way for Magiken to meld witht he forces of magic, and become one with the very thing that we are, and not how to remove the pain that we would otherwise suffer for it?*
Grip: * Your suggestion is.. something I must consider, Chimera. I wonder if Shroud would have a different opinion from your own. * Always something to consider, these opinions and thoughts of his ken on the subject of his research. * Sometime you should follow in my curiosity of the ken and kena of our Creators, Chimera. They were fascinating individuals. * By drawing his mind away from the matter of his research, Grip slowly came to be far more sensible rather than argumentative. * Where is Shroud, I expected her to be near this inne, will I have to travel to the ruins? *
Chimera: He gave Grip a light smile and nod of his head. It would be wise to find other ways of doing the same task. Even if he did solve the problem of the plague, there would be no harm in also finding another way of doing it. *Perhaps I will. Though my research dives into the leymind itself, and how to better use it to repair, or create new leypoints.* Though when he spoke of Shroud he looked around, almost expecting the woman to appear out of nowhere to join them right then. *Perhaps she is to busy in her own research.....Or resting. I would expect her to be here.* He then looked back to Grip before he shook his head slowly. *I do not expect her to be near the ruins at this point. She should be nearby.*
Grip: * Perhaps we will have a new empire yet with a mind like yours on that goal. * They all possessed their own goals, his led to learning of those who came before them, the matter of the Plague distracted greatly from that. * I thought she'd have come after I've spoken of her more than once since my arrival. It’s almost distressing. I suppose I could bide my time by testing the shadow casting human's capabilities in the meantime. *
Chimera: *A new empire will be had before long.* There was a small shift of his eyes to the left before he looked back to Grip. *Do not worry. She will seek you out when she is able. She has missed you as much as I have. We are both eager to hear all of your research, and your travels.* He smiled all the more as he knew it to be the truth. They had often spoken of how they missed the others, and wished they would return to have the six together once again. Though, they knew how unlikely it would be, as they all had their tasks that needed to be done.
Chimera: Chimera could sense another Magiken nearby; he could just feel the magic coming off of him. And oh! What a joy it was! It was Grip, one he'd not seen in so very long! With no flash, no bang, no glorious entrance to announce his presence to the world, Chimera just simply appeared there inthe room. Looking around the first he would see was Girard, who at the moment was ignored due to his mission. That mission being to find Grip! Though when the fellow his ken was spotted a wide smile came to Chimera's lips before he moved over to him, feet hovering just inches above the ground as he did so.*Grip! It is so good to see you. I hope you have been well?*
Grip: A sad excuse for a visit to the inne where his ken and kena were supposedly staying now and then. How did they expect him to continue his research without others of his level of superiority to debate with on the subject? Grip lazily redirected the human's shadowstuff projectile with a little magical force each time it came his way. The little game served its purpose in providing a distraction until his ken could appear. The appearance of Chimera brought on shift of his head after the muscles of his neck were given a little exercise as if they'd stiffened during the wait. * A terrible ken
you are Chimera, have you any idea how long I have waited with only this human for company?*
Girard: “A few minutes at best was beginning to wonder if he was one of your people, Fluffy. “Well the Minstrel just wasn't going to bother with the whole Chimera pet name after that incident with the pouncing. Now that the game was overdue to interruption, Girard sighed. Because this meant he'd have to man the bar until Maria showed her face, an event he'd look forward to just to get away from that side of the bar. “I honestly thought Ankar would've been the one to show up... she seems the more... leadership prone of you two... er... three...I guess.” -d
Chimera: That brought a very visible frown to come to his face when Grip said that. Obviously hurt, for a second, by it. Though that smile of his came right back to his lips, unable to stay mad at him for long really. *You have kept us waiting far longer.* A firm nod of his head given to that before he looked over to Girard. His right brow lifting just slightly to the Fluffy comment, though he didn't really mind it. Just, seemed odd. As he didn't get the reference.Though when he said that Shroud was their leader, or about that anyway he shook his head. *We are one of six, and six of one. We have no leader." He puffed out his chest just a bit, despite the fact that Shroud really would be their leader per say, the Magiken were far to proud and arrogant to admit it. *This human is suitable company, for a time.* And sadly, that was a compliment to Girard.
Grip: * My research is much more important than allowing my ken and kena to know my every action and motivation. * The human's reference to his ken as 'Fluffy' earned both the human and Chimera a curious look. * He's minimally talented with shadow magic. Is he not one of your or Ankar's allegiants? * A reasonable enough presumption to make when any spell caster happened to be staying where he knew Magiken to frequent as well.
Girard: “A six lacking three is still only three.” Least that’s how Girard saw it; he had only ever seen three specimens of the Magiken race. If there were more than that he'd not be surprised, yet it'd still be a little surprising. “Suitable company. I can say the same, of Ankar and Grip. " Chimera got a quickly flashed grin out of the minstrel before he'd gone over to play bartender on the other side of the bar. " And you may call me Requiem. I'd prefer it if you referred to me by that name to Chimera. I'd have thought you'd be more comfortable using that sort of name to... “Well one of the few things he knew about the Magiken was their frequent use of pet names over their own other names. -d
Chimera: *No, he is not. He lacks......Focus.* those eyes of his moved over to Girard, staring at him for just a moment, with a near blank stare. And for Magiken, it was more they got their pet names first, so it was a force of habit. Though if he wanted to be called Requiem far be it for Chimera to do differently. After another moment of eyeing the man though he turned back to Grip and smiled again. *Have you come to join us, or are you simply here for a short break?* Luckily Chimera's research could be done pretty much anywhere, thus he stayed close to Shroud for the most part.
Grip: Grip took in this mention of a lack of focus on the human's part without a show of acknowledgement. If neither of the Tesarik's the human had met before him thought to make him an allegiant than there was no reason to break from the unwritten policy. Chimera acquired answer almost immediately after the question. * My resources elsewhere have been exhausted recently. There is no other choice than to go where there are others of our kind, as my ken you and Ankar are as I, the closest to our Creators. Therefore the closest remnant of their ken and kena. * A long-winded sort, no doubt the benefit of telepathy made it easier to get out without a breath. * I need those capable of debating my research. Otherwise I may just make the same mistake T'risk xun Tesarik made and become something lesser than I am. * Grip most certainly proved one of the more passionate examples of a Magiken.
Girard: Didn't take much listening in on that conversation to lose interest in it for the minstrel. Instead he'd headed into the back to make himself some tea, assuming he could figure out what was where without winding up poisoning himself. Eventually he'd come back with something steaming in a cup, hopefully it was tea. -d
Chimera: *I see. I've yet to find a mind sharper than mine.* He gave a firm nod of his head to that. And in fact, you'd be hard pressed to find anyone around smarter than Chimera. The man lived for knowledge. His problem was that he lacked lot of common sense, and his sense of humor came and went with the winds. But if you needed to know something? Oh, he was bound to know it. All Magiken could access the leymind, but he made it his focus. Trying to
learn the ins and outs of it, how to navigate it's vast knowledge to pin point just what was needed for any given task. Shroud, well she was the most balanced of them. Likely the perfect blend. Though sometimes he thought she put herself in too much danger with her silly sword play. *Tell me of your research, or what you have found thus far.* Curious....Curious he was.
Grip: * How much do you know the ken and kena of our Creators, Chimera? * Continuing on from that point would be pointless unless his ken was aware of what had happened to one of those kena of the prior Six. * I seek to end the Plague, Chimera. * It was not as if other Magiken had not tried to escape it, T'risk impaticular was the one Grip knew well. * Fairspirit, T'risk , accomplished ending its threat to only one, selfishly. I have made only minor progress but without fully understanding everything about the Plague of Arcanum I can make no further leaps. *
Chimera: He listened to his ken, taking the time to float just a bit closer where he would lift his legs in a crossed pattern. His elbows coming down to rest on his knees as he placed his chin in his hands. If someone didn't know any better those two would look rather odd staring at each other as theywere, with no movement of their lips. *I see. The plague is not something I seek to win over. I see it as a.....Gift.* Chimera, was odd. He saw the sacrifice of giving ones body to become the magic, the very thing magiken used, as the greatest gift he could give to the world.....Aside from his presence. Though, if needed, he would not risk the Magiken race to die out, and would gladly bond with another to birth more Magiken, if the time came. Thus, he hadn't done much in the looking department on the subject. *The plague, as I know it, comes due to the constant contact with magic that we have. Over the years it seems to degrade our bodies slowly. I have not given the subject much thought, though I would take guess to say that is why we regenerate. To recover from, and hold off the plague. I would also go as far as to say we are all effected by it as soon as the day of our birth, yet we simply don't see the force it takes on us until much later.* As he had said, he didn't do any research on the subject, as it wasn't one that interested him, so he could be wrong on all levels , either way it was his point of view on the matter. Though, for sake of his kens research he would gladly search the leymind for what he could find. And in fact, he was doing so at that very moment.
Girard: " Magic always has its price, whether taken from the mind. " Yes, the minstrel had started talking, lifting a hand up to motion to his head. " The soul, or the body. Its price must always be paid in full, and it may be resisted. But it will always claim its due. " This was something a man who had sacrificed memories and more just to acquire the power of magic could know very well through first hand experience. The minstrel set down his cup of tea, looking between the two Magiken while they chatted on that telepathic wavelength. " It sounds like your kind is .. to sum it up.. a living representative of magic itself. The art is always there, but it recedes over time..and much like the waves of the sea it always comes back, renewed. " -d
Grip: Between the response of his ken and the words of the human Grip had become silent. * Fools. Magic is the birthright of the magiken, we should never have been subject to its whims, but it to ours. The plague is an imperfection to our kind, Chimera. It has kept us all from the perfection that should be ours. * The fairly obvious alternative was that the results of the plague were the very perfection he sought. A pity Grip could not see it.
Chimera: He listened to them both, looking to Girard as he spoke, only to look back to Grip after words. *If that is the case, it was a mistake in our past that caused such. Yet, we are born of magic, by means of magic, with magic as our life blood. Our creators give their lives to produce the magic needed to form our lives. It is a curse of us all.* Still, thats how he saw it with what minimal research he'd done yet. *We are able to use magic as no other can due to this.
Grip: * You say this while every advancing century has proved the humans, the elves, even gnomes ever encroaching on magics that were once only ours to command. This occurs while others of our kind discover exactly as I have that there is another way. What they will not do is realize Fairspirit's mistake if they travel her path. If we are not lose to the Plague, then Fairspirit's Legacy will be the doom of the Magiken in its place. I, we cannot allowed that to happen!* Grip always had been a very passionate sort of Magiken, a pity he could no have come to obsess over something much less dangerous on the individual, if not the racial, level.
Chimera: There would be a small shake of his head given to Grip at that. *No other race can use magic as effortlessly as we. While yes, others are learning new magics, and discovering new tomes to cast spells with......We are creating new magics, and making those tombs they discover.* With that being said he smiled a little, knowing that he and his kind were ahead, and would always be ahead of any other race that claims mastery over magic. *You say you wish to end the plague.....To what end? Do you wish to live for all time, regenerating as often as needed and never fade away. Or do you simply wish the end of our lives to be less.....Painful?*
Grip: Grip acquired a familiar expression when faced with Chimera's words and what he knew Fairspirit to have done to escape the Plague of Arcanum. This knowledge alongside what he knew to be T'risk's last moments as a Magiken. All he could really think the first time he'd become aware of it was ‘Why?'. * Something about the Plague drove a Tesarik to forsake everything she was, to become a slave to escape the threat of it. That is the only way I can possibly view what she did. If the threat of such pain could make one of us resort to such means to escape, what else can I do, but seek a way to lessen the pain? *
Girard: The minstrel decided, faced with this particular sort of conversation between the two magiken, to take his tea and disappear into the backroom for a time. He suspected Maria would eventually come along by the time the two were finished, right? -d
Chimera: Chimera also was not aware of what T'risk had done, or not done in the past. Sure, he had the memories in his mind, but those memories were not dug into to find just what had happened. Though that wouldn't stop him from putting in his opinion. *To become magic itself is perfection. It is what we all should strive for, unless a bonding is required. Do you not agree? I would gladly face the pain of the plague in order to do so.* There was a small nod of his head given to that before he spoke again. *Though, I will not deny that a painless transition to such a state would be more pleasant. Perhaps you are seeking a magical means to a magical condition, and there is not one?*
Grip: Not for the first time Grip found himself faced with an instant where he thought if only he could speak with T'risk himself he would have all the answers required for this puzzle. The thought always ended with the simple fact that T'risk, Fairspirit had practically enslaved herself forever to a species he found difficulty not finding more vile and threatening than the dread Kyra. * You believe I look for a solution to a problem that does not exist. * He saw no reason to believe Shroud would think any differently. * Better I debate with ken who disagree, than sycophants who can do nothing but agree with my discoveries. *
Chimera: *Perhaps the problem is simply not the pain, but the process?* He wasn't sure if he was agreeing with what Grip had found in his research. But he was voicing his point of view on the matter, with the limited knowledge that he had on the subject. *Perhaps you should seek another way for Magiken to meld witht he forces of magic, and become one with the very thing that we are, and not how to remove the pain that we would otherwise suffer for it?*
Grip: * Your suggestion is.. something I must consider, Chimera. I wonder if Shroud would have a different opinion from your own. * Always something to consider, these opinions and thoughts of his ken on the subject of his research. * Sometime you should follow in my curiosity of the ken and kena of our Creators, Chimera. They were fascinating individuals. * By drawing his mind away from the matter of his research, Grip slowly came to be far more sensible rather than argumentative. * Where is Shroud, I expected her to be near this inne, will I have to travel to the ruins? *
Chimera: He gave Grip a light smile and nod of his head. It would be wise to find other ways of doing the same task. Even if he did solve the problem of the plague, there would be no harm in also finding another way of doing it. *Perhaps I will. Though my research dives into the leymind itself, and how to better use it to repair, or create new leypoints.* Though when he spoke of Shroud he looked around, almost expecting the woman to appear out of nowhere to join them right then. *Perhaps she is to busy in her own research.....Or resting. I would expect her to be here.* He then looked back to Grip before he shook his head slowly. *I do not expect her to be near the ruins at this point. She should be nearby.*
Grip: * Perhaps we will have a new empire yet with a mind like yours on that goal. * They all possessed their own goals, his led to learning of those who came before them, the matter of the Plague distracted greatly from that. * I thought she'd have come after I've spoken of her more than once since my arrival. It’s almost distressing. I suppose I could bide my time by testing the shadow casting human's capabilities in the meantime. *
Chimera: *A new empire will be had before long.* There was a small shift of his eyes to the left before he looked back to Grip. *Do not worry. She will seek you out when she is able. She has missed you as much as I have. We are both eager to hear all of your research, and your travels.* He smiled all the more as he knew it to be the truth. They had often spoken of how they missed the others, and wished they would return to have the six together once again. Though, they knew how unlikely it would be, as they all had their tasks that needed to be done.