Characters involved are: Brin (RED), Riana (ORANGE), Dakota (GREEN), Ildon (BLUE),
Logged by Brin
Ildon whispers, "So, you know what happened after you logged off, right?" to you.
Ildon
Brin arrives from under the bridge, plodding along in his usual careful gait. The one noticeable thing about him is the absence of the staff. Like most Etone, he now carries a promininetly-displayed pistol about his belt. He seems to have found a comforrtable niche for it somehow, and is walking almost normally. He ronds the bend, and bears down on the tavern.
Ildon stands in the middle of the Dazil Mercantile Area, nervously, reflective. He had just returned from a well-needed walk in the woods. He takes a minute to look about him. This is where it happened, he thinks, as he shall always from this day forward, whenever he sees this place. This is where I lost it, and... he chokes up... killed someone. He lifts, from the ground, the remains of Brin's battle staff. As if cued by this, he notices Brin's familiar form begin walking down the trail. He glances over, lifts the remnants of the staff and walks to greet him.
Brin spots Ildon, and his step picks up. He begins talking as soon as he is in earshot. "Ildon...", he draws up. "Ildon, are you all right? How are your hands?"...he looks down at Ildon's hands, to see they are holding... o 0 ( ...oh. that... )
Ildon sees a familiar, sad look in Brin's eyes. This was the same look that he had seen in the eyes of Princess Khiea was told of her brother's death. How sad, he thinks. Brin must have had a great attachment to this weapon. The idea is foreign to Ildon. Attachment to a weapon? He shakes his daze. "Brin, I found this. It was yours, right? I didn't think that you would want it to be picked up by some child, who could have hurted himself. Here, take it back. Maybe you can repair it, or something?"
Ildon drops A Broken Staff.
Taken.
Brin stares down at the clean slice, running all the way through the staff, except for a sliver, which has bent over, and not quite boken. He forlornly holds the pieces of the staff for a second, and shrugs lightly. "I..." he chokes... "That is, I...won't be needing this any more..."... he stares downwards, a lock of his hair falling in front of his eyes, so they are invisible. He separates the two halves, which appear to be about the same size. 2They...they could be reused for something else... Yes. they would make fine walking sticks...or..or..." o 0 ( ...stop it. You're blubbering now. He's staring... ) "Still, there is some use that cn be found for them, I'm sure..." He looks up, and the calm expression is still there, unfaltering.
Ildon gives Brin an odd look. He sighs. "I understand," he lies. He puts the pieces of wood away in a pocket of his cloak. Yes, fine walking sticks, he jokes to himself. Although, his mood is hardly joking. "Brin," he says, and hesitates. "Brin, I need a favour of you, please."
Brin looks up at Ildon. Ildon probably saved his life. After his staff was destryed, he was unarmed. "Name it."
Ildon puts his hands in his pockets almost shamefully. They were recovering nicely, very little remained from what had happened the other night. He looks up, and risks mention of the fateful night. "I saw you..." he says, stumbling on his words, "...using what looked like Ether, from your amulet. You saw what happened, and you know that I also use ether. But I know very little about it." He looks down at the sand, remembering how it had danced in the air around him that night. What a rush, it had been. "Brin, you know that I am anything but a warrior, but I still have this... this power..." He stops himself. Just say it. "Brin, could you please tell me if there is any way to get rid of this? This power to kill, to destroy. Can I be cured?" His question is, he knew, different than what he had begun the sentence with, but was truly what he had wanted to know.
Brin nods. He had once asked himself the same question. And had come up with the same answer. "Ether power is considered a gift to most, only some can use it. And some don't wish to use it, like yourself..." He sighs... "This is understandable. I dislike hurting people myself. Ether is usually triggered by strong emotions, such as anger, or fear..." He looks Ildon in the eyes. "The key to not using Ether is just that. to not use it... It requires mental discipline, and I'm sure if you want enough not to use it again, then you will be able to stop yourself from using it."...He fingers his amulet..."The amulet...it's not actually powerful, I just use it to channel Ether power." ... he pauses... "Ether power is a gift. You cannot choose not to be able to use it. But you can choose not to use it. Or only use it as a last resort. It is entirely up to you."
Dakota has arrived.
Ildon thinks about this. Why does he ask questions to which he knows the answer? He had always been told, "you have a gift." To hear this again makes his eyes narrow, for perhaps the only time at all making him look threatening. "Brin..." he says, shamefully, "to be honest, I had another question. I was ready for that answer, and I can tell you that I truly do wish that I didn't have these powers. But, I think to myself, WHY do I have these powers? Certainly, if I hadn't had them, I would have been dead last night. But, because I do, someone else is dead... I am so undecided about this. I really need to learn more about this, and you are the only person on this continent who I know that..." he pauses..."Well, I guess that you are the ONLY person i know on this continent." He smiles nervously. "But the point is... is there somewhere that I can learn to develop..." he stops. Develop? Is this how he truly feels? "...that is, somewhere where I can learn more about this ability? Perhaps from someone at
Ildon says, "Ethos can teach me something?" He bites his lip. "Please..."
Brin sighs as he sees Ildon's expression. "I know, perhaps that wasn't the easy answer you were looking for. And the thing is, I really dont think it can be just turned off. Refining your ether power and learning to control it is the only way..." He looks uncomfortably at Ildon. "The Ethos, maybe. I may be able to give you some basic exercises to practice with. It takes time. I don;t think anyone knows how people are chosen to have Ether power. The people who are chosen, however, must learn to control it, or risk destroying themselves." He looks off over Ildon's shoulder... o 0 ( ... make him 10 years younger, and he could be me at that age... ).
Ildon has connected.
Ildon has disconnected.
Brin sighs as he sees Ildon's expression. "I know, perhaps that wasn't the easy answer you were looking for. And the thing is, I really dont think it can be just turned off. Refining your ether power and learning to control it is the only way..." He looks uncomfortably at Ildon. "The Ethos, maybe. I may be able to give you some basic exercises to practice with. It takes time. I don;t think anyone knows how people are chosen to have Ether power. The people who are chosen, however, must learn to control it, or risk destroying themselves." He looks off over Ildon's shoulder... o 0 ( ... make him 10 years younger, and he could be me at that age... ).
Riana has arrived.
Riana yawns as she walks by ^_^ Ever the wanderer.
Ildon had expected that. Risk destroying myself... he certainly had last night. The energy rushing through him had been incredible. He certainly thought that he was going to die. "Alright, I appreciate it, my friend. But, today is nearly over. Perhaps you can tell me more tomorrow, after we have both had time to rest? For now, I am longing for my bed." Yes, and a little more time to myself.
Brin nods, and pats Ildon on the shoulder. "Don't worry. It may take time, but eventually you'll be able to get over it. Your convictions are strong...". He steps back, and begins to trod off toward the tavern. "Anyway, I shall see you presently...Good evening..."
Ildon watches the man walk off to the tavern. Perhaps I should spend some more time on the outside. He walks off into the darkness, in the direction of the Blackmoon forest.
Ildon has disconnected.