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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2016 11:09:52 GMT -6
Everyone seemed to, for the most part, make good introductions and even get along a little bit. Quineve didn't seem to mind the potential additions to the mission so Venford, naturally, was all for it. However before he could get another word in their client, a jolly but potential drunk of a man named Duncan, came in to let them know he was ready to go. Ven couldn't deny that the man was rather friendly, offering to wait on the mercenaries rather than force them to follow. He WAS paying them, after all.
For the most part Venford's important belongings were not actually kept on his person, but were instead tied to Prince's saddle. As such he didn't really need to return to his room and obtain anything, so he was quick to stand up and nod. "Nah, all I need to do is fetch Prince and I'm ready to go." He replied, giving Quineve an eager grin.
Ace, apparently, was planning on riding his horse during the trip. It'd been some time since Venford had worked with a horse and his curiosity was naturally piqued. "Ah, I think the stables I left Prince in are nearby. I'll join you, Ace!" He wondered what breed the man's horse could be. He seemed as Lycian as could be so he doubted Nabatan Charger, but one never knew, right? After all Venford's Pheraen family did promote the breed by using them so often.
Venford made his way to follow Ace but did look back at the others at the table first. "I'll meet you all there, as well. Just uh...Sergeo, Quinny, try to prepare Aithem here for the surprise I'll be bringing with me." The less people Venford had to explain Prince to the better. After all, he was about to have to explain him to Ace AND their employer. That was enough already, honestly.
The redhead quickly caught up with Ace and chuckled at the man, striding alongside him with a chipper skip to his step. "Apples, eh? A pretty nice choice. Most horses tend to like them, but to be fair, a lot of horses will really eat just about anything."
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Quineve
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Post by Quineve on May 19, 2016 22:28:46 GMT -6
Quineve laughed softly when Sergeo asked her if Duncan was a heavy drinker. She has been traveling with him for a little more than two weeks now and every time they would go away from civilization, the merchant would drink. It wasn't a bad thing seeing that he seems perfectly fine with it and that it never caused any problems so far. "He does drink more than most people I know," she admitted. There were no need in hiding that fact. "But do not worry about him, I do not think that I have seen him drunk yet." And hopefully, never will. The lady with pink hair then stood up slowly and went to tidy her dress for a short moment.
Outside, Duncan was already ready to go. The fat merchant was sitting on his caravan. The caravan was around eight feet long by four feet wide and pulled by two horses. It had no roof and there were a lot of boxes of all kinds in it. The boxes were placed on a pile at the center so that people could sit on the pile and have plenty of room for their legs. Duncan would sit comfortably at the front of it.
Quineve exited the inn with the other men she just met and would make her way toward the caravan. When she got closer to the back of it, Duncan would jump off his seat and run toward her to help her get in the caravan. Such a gentlemen, even if he did stink a bit of alcohol. The merchant bent his knees and placed his hands together so that Quineve could step on his hands and climb into the back. She then quickly went more toward the center and sit down on the right side of it. There, she also retrieved her staff that she left there yesterday. She had faith that it would still be here. After that, Duncan walked back toward the front and climbed into his seat. "Get on, boys!" He shouted to everyone. "Make yourselves comfy, it's going to be a long ride!"
Quineve looked at the other as they went toward the stables. "Oh, Aithem." She quickly said to get his attention. "Venford has a very unusual mount. Do not be scared though, he is very tamed." She was talking about Prince. She only met him briefly yesterday but that short time was enough for her to see him as tamed. The pink hair lady would then wait for everyone to come toward Duncan and herself before asking few questions. "I hope that you won't find the road too boring," she commented as she placed her staff on her knees. "It would be the first time that I have so much company. It was always just Duncan and myself." There were other too but they weren't mercenaries, just other people looking for a ride. And after waiting for everyone to be ready to depart, Duncan would whistle and the two horses would start pulling the caravan.
"Have you ever crossed the border before?" She would ask to everyone that would now be close to her. "I have never been so close to it." And that made her a bit uneasy but seeing that she had four bodyguards, she should be just fine. And she genuinely felt that way, safe. She was also praying that the road would be a safe one. If they were to follow the road that is. Venford said that he knew the place well so they would follow the Griffon rider. A part of her kind of wanted that the ride would be boring and safe but another part of her did wanted to be an adventure. Just without undeads if possible.
"So, where do you all come from? Where were you before coming to that little village I mean." Quineve would then paused for a second before talking some more. "I just happened to be traveling from places to places with Duncan."
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Ace Wilzor
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Post by Ace Wilzor on May 20, 2016 21:00:03 GMT -6
"Apples, eh? A pretty nice choice. Most horses tend to like them, but to be fair, a lot of horses will really eat just about anything." Ace looked back at the speaker. Venford was walking towards Ace trying to catch up. Ace wasn't sure why he left the others behind to follow Ace, but he enjoyed the company. Actually, Ace did remember that Venford mentioned going to the stables and getting a prince? The cavalier's curiosity was growing to say the least.
"Yeah, Troy loves his apples. Like you said though, when he's hungry, he's hungry." Ace grinned as he thought oh his horse. When he approached his horse, a loud neigh sounded as Ace presented Troy with a vibrant red apple. The horse swiftly wrapped its teeth over the apple, so fast that Ace barely had time to remove his hand from the quick chomping teeth. "Slow down there buddy! Don't want you to hurt yourself," Ace then turned to Venford,"So did you mention that you had a steed yourself?" Before Venford could answer, Ace entered the stables awaiting to see a horse. Maybe Venford rode something more exotic like a wyvern or pegasus! The cavalier walked a but further into the stables to notice something that was not a horse, wyvern, or pegasus. What Ace saw was something much more unique.
"So Venford... Is this the prince you mentioned? I must have made a mistake on my part, this must bePrince. What is he as a species, may I ask?" Ace was amazed at the creature's features, but Ace has seen some of this world's wondrous creatures including a dragon. Ace was going to ask more questions, but he then heard what seemed to be their fellow companions outside the stable. "I guess the questions can wait. We got to catch up with our companions!"
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Sergeo
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Post by Sergeo on May 20, 2016 22:02:13 GMT -6
With a few passing moments in the inn's restroom, Sergeo was all set for the day ahead having the weight off a full bladder lifted off of him. He joined up with the rest of the group who were finishing their own perpetration for the job ahead with Quineve letting Aithem on the situation with Venford and Prince, to Ace and Venford bonding over there love of their mounts. Really Sergeo felt like the odd man out. Being a bit of a recluse at the magic college tends to ruin your social skills, but hey at least he could fling fiery death.
Duncan the merchant proclaimed loudly to the rest of the group that he was ready to get moving. After Aithem and Qunieve took their spots among the cargo, he hopped on inside to join them with his back to the opening in the wagon as Duncan snapped down on the reigns to get the horses moving. The caravan had started to move and the job itself was underway. The cleric wasted no time in trying to keep the wagon ride interesting with questions and tales about how she and the merchant had been traveling together for a long time ending the long winded story with the question "Have you ever crossed the border before." He decided to keep the bit about being from Ilia and being a son of a bandit to himself. "Not since I was teenager. My dad and I were hunters who lived off the lands game most of our lives on the border of uh...Sacae. We would hunt all sorts of wild-life from deer to bears and made a nice and comfortable living for ourselves with all the furs and meat we would trade with passing by traders." he said while flipping through his tomb.
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Aithem
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Post by Aithem on May 24, 2016 14:59:22 GMT -6
It seemed that his intention to build upon the already positive impression he had bestowed upon the two would not come to fruition by travelling to the caravan together. At least, not in this instance. Neither Venford or Quineve appeared heard his suggestion, and if they had, they didn't feel the need to acknowledge it. His heart sank slightly as Venford stood and made as if he were about head off on his own. This disheartened him, but this attitude shifted quickly from disappointment too curiosity when he mentioned "all I need to do is fetch Prince and I'm ready to go." before striding off after Ace. He addressed this statement too Quineve who now too was standing, and Aithem looked to her with the hope of gleaning some form of understanding. No answer was to be had as of yet it would seem, as now everyone seemed to be exiting the establishment. All Aithem could do was shrug, as the young woman rounded the table, and fall in following closely at her flank as they exited the premise.
So exit they did, and the merchant Duncan's Caravan came into view. As they crossed the street toward the horse drawn vehicle, Aithem made careful note that an Etrurian Caravan and a Sacaean Caravan differed wildly from one another. For example, a Sacaean caravan was much larger, and consisted of far more individuals than the six they had collected. Those of the Lly'onbardas tribe were covered and neatly wrapped, whereas this appeared to be a collection of crates suspended haphazardly atop little more than a plank of wood. While somewhat apprehensive of the mechanisms stability, excitement once again shone through in his expression, and a grin returned to his face, eager to undergo this new experience.
They arrived under the shadow cast by the tower of crates poised above their heads, and out of the corner of his eye, Aithem saw Duncan drop down from his seat and waddle toward them at an impressive pace. Aithem was sure to make way for the man's girth and stepped to the side. Whilst doing so, Aithem looked up at the looming wooden tower above, and thought that when they inevitably stopped, it's shadow would make some good shade to rest in. When he leveled his gaze again with his companions, he was surprised to find Duncan slightly bent, hoisting Quineve up onto the caravan. While Aithem had heard of the concept of chivalry, he had never actually seen it at play. Knowing that this was how many foreign to Sacae showed manners, especially in regards to women, he found this display particularly intriguing. In his homeland, it was a sign of respect to trust a woman too pull their own weight. This included climbing over boulders or onto horseback if need be, and would often get insulted if you offered to help them with such a menial task, as opposed to grateful. Quineve did not seem to have this reaction. On the contrary, she showed dismissive appreciation. Thereafter, Duncan strutted away, back to the head of the caravan. Such a kind, if not strange little man.
Aithem heard the Duncan's call as he painstakingly hauled his tired limbs and torso onto the caravan itself. There he clambered to the top of a particularly sturdy crate beside Quineve, and perched himself upon it, obtaining his much desired seating. He placed his hands behind him and reclined backward slightly with a sigh of relief, looking again upward at the clear skies above.
"Oh, Aithem." he heard from the feminine voice to his side, and leveled again his gaze with his companions.
"Venford has a very unusual mount." She said, earning her a skeptical glance from Aithem. "Do not be scared though, he is very tamed."
As far as mounts went, Aithem thought he had a pretty good idea of what was and was not conventional, and couldn't fathom just what she meant by unusual. Nevertheless, the comment cause him to hearken back to his experience with horses in the plains, and he shrugged his shoulders dismissively.
"Not to worry." he said casually. "I have plenty of experience with untamed mounts."
Then he returned his gaze to the sky, as he observed a cloud rolling quickly toward them from the west, and began to tune out the discussion springing up around the caravan as the party gathered, catching only snatches of conversation every so often.
"Have you ever crossed the border before?" he heard Quineve ask. He laughed knowingly to himself of the fiasco that had taken place only the day before and didn't respond, thinking to best to save the tale for another time.
"Not since I was teenager." he heard an uncertain voice say, and lowered his gaze to Sergeo, who had reappeared without him noticing. Aithem listened as he explained his experience on the Sacaean border as a hunter. Aithem chimed in.
"Which border?" he asked, before continuing himself. "I've been to all of them, and the game differs -wildly- from place to place." He chuckled a bit at his own hunting oriented joke, and ploughed ever onward. "I especially love meat of the Wild Sacaean Dorcas Gazelle, found near to mountains, and the Illian Pass."
Aithem waited for Segeo to respond, and as he did so, Quineve asked another question.
"So, where do you all come from? Where were you before coming to that little village I mean." she inquired.
Aithem would have been happy to elaborate on his origins. "I would love to tell you!" he said, but then fixing his gaze more intently on Sergeo, more eager to learn more about his fellow Mage. "But not before our Might Mage friend..." he continued, trailing off at the end, leaving room for Sergeo's response.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2016 14:43:31 GMT -6
Venford chuckled as Ace's mount, Troy, chomped down on a juicy apple. He was doing his best to identify the horse's breed, and while he had a hunch he felt it best to just try and confirm with Ace. "Any idea what breed Troy is? A few things about him seem pretty familiar..." Ace also asked about Prince, of course, but rather than answer the young man he figured he may as well just show him. To Venford's delight Ace didn't seem frightened, but instead genuinely curious at the sight of Prince.
"Prince is a griffon. I found him on an island called Vinland, a few months ago." Venford stated, striding over to the griffon. "He'll uh, be hungry as well, but I can pick him up a slab of meat on our way out of town. He tends to hunt fish on his own but I found out that he'll eat meat if I buy it for him!" Venford said excitedly. He knew Ace hadn't asked about any of that, but the discovery was still quite exciting to Venford, so he couldn't help but prattle on about it, all while grinning and untying Prince from the stables. The griffon's gaze was set firmly on Ace, studying him, all while he didn't make a single sound.
"But yeah, if you have anything more to ask I suppose it'll have to wait. I've got to introduce him to the rest of the crew, yeah?" With that Venford led Prince out into the open, ignoring the gasps of shock the early bird townsfolk gave out whilst he did so. Normally Venford would be more swift to reassure them that Prince was harmless, well, at least to them anyway. However he had company with him, which ought to be more than enough reassurance in itself.
Venford climbed onto Prince's saddle and steered him in the direction of the butcher's shop swiftly. Venford was in luck, as they were just opening. He dismounted Prince, ran inside and eagerly asked for another slab of venison, forking over the coin and accepting the meat before running back over to Prince. He guided the griffon to the merchant's caravan and his allies, allowing Prince to trim away at the meat until he'd eaten enough that he could just take the rest of it from his hand. With that Venford mounted Prince once again, wearing a grin and giving them all a salute as he joined.
"Hey all. Aithem, Duncan, this is Prince. He's a griffon, found him on Vinland, and he's my mount. He an I will be our eyes in the sky, guiding us along this trip. We've made it before quite recently, so we're confident we can lead us all down the safest pathway."
Confident. Yes, he'd have to be. Normally this wasn't a problem for Venford, but when it came to those...things...he had seen back there, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
"Anyways, boss." Venford said, referring to Duncan. As much as he'd want to have fun with this group, considering the nature of their mission he'd have to stay focused. "Whenever you're ready just say the word. I'll take off on Prince and lead the way, staying above you but well in sight."
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Quineve
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Post by Quineve on May 26, 2016 0:37:18 GMT -6
Duncan waves at Venford and Prince to tell them to go ahead. Using one hand to shelter his eyes from the sunlight, the merchant continued whistling as the caravan began to move. It seems that he was quite happy so far having so much company. And that he knew that he might not even need to pay for them seeing that it was Quineve that brought them together. But being a gentlemen, he would most likely still contribute. But that would be for later on. And he had his morning drink. What they didn't knew was that he kept more alcohol in his wine sack. Well, Quineve knew about that since they have been traveled together for a while now. Duncan didn't take time to look behind him to see if they were all comfortably inside his caravan, he just kept looking ahead and sometimes, above him.
Quineve was also quite happy to have so much people around her. It made her feel very safe. So they all had experience crossing the borders. She carefully listened as they began talking one after the other. She would look at Venford and also wave at him as he was flying above them. After that, she would check if Ace was next to them with his horse. Sergeo should be next to her and Aithem as well. "It looks like you all got much more interesting tales to tell than I do." She said with a smile. "I wish I could travel around and see the world." Maybe she was a bit naive but seeing the hidden wonders of this worlds was one of the main reasons she left her hometown of Aquleia.
"What made you chose to travel?" Quineve would then ask to her companions with curiosity. She had a family waiting for her but they knew that she needed time on her own before going back. They couldn't stop her from leaving anyway. She had to admit that she did felt like going home from time on time. But she also knew that she would be stuck in Aquleia forever if she would go back. And that wasn't something she was eager to do. She needed that journey across the world. And it should make her a better woman too.
"Sorry if I ask too much questions, I am just very curious."
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Ace Wilzor
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Post by Ace Wilzor on May 26, 2016 12:40:04 GMT -6
Venford was quite an interesting fellow with an even more interesting companion. The griffon named Prince hailed from the newly discovered island of Vinland. Ace had heard of this island, but has not acquired the chance to venture there himself. What really made Ace laugh was how curious Troy seemed. The horse was stared at the griffon as well, curious as he has never seen a creature as this. The cavalier wondered whether his steed questioned why this creature had wings and he didn't. What a shame that Ace can't speak English with his horse. Venford had asked what breed Troy was. To be honest, Ace wasn't too sure. However, being originally from Pherae, his family was involved with Nabatan Chargers due to the recent migration of the breed into Lycia. "Troy may be a Nabatan Charger, due to their rise in popularity in Pherae, which is where I was born."
Time past as Venford and Prince where soaring in the air above the caravan, while Ace strode smoothly beside the caravan upon Troy. The cavalier wondered how long the trip would take, hoping not too long. Ace was excited to return to Lycia. He felt a surge of pride in his country. As the caravan moved, Ace heard Quineve ask about each of the traveler's pasts and exciting tales. Ace wondered about Sergeo and Aithem's past as they seemed to be two unique characters, but Ace decided to speak first.
"As a young boy, I grew up in Pherae, but moved to Ostia when my father inherited an estate," Ace took a moment trying to maintain the sudden rise in emotion. He has gained some acceptance of the fact that his parents are gone, but it still was a touchy subject. "I was sent to Laus when the attack on Ostia occurred. My parents stayed however..." The cavalier looked out ahead to the path rather than looking at his companions. "I had little money and was forced to work, thus I became a mercenary. However, this is all just to make me stronger and keep me alive until I can one day return to Ostia and help rebuild it." Ace took a deep breath and looked back at his companions with a small grin, "Well enough about me. How about you guys?"
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Sergeo
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Post by Sergeo on May 28, 2016 19:59:02 GMT -6
Everyone was enjoying sharing stories about there lives, especially Quineve, who seemed to listen everyone else with such anticipation it sort of made Sergeo wonder if the girl ever got out much as a child. Venford had already shared his stories about Vinland and how he came by his mount, Prince with Sergeo the night before today so he wasn't as inclined to listen. Ace also shared his tale about how his parents were killed in an attack and how he grew up as a mercenary as a result of his hardship. The bandit mage could respect a guy like Ace, as Sergeo has knew a thing or two about surviving to in a world of harship, but admittedly he didn't have it nearly as rough thou. Athiem thou, sort of passed on his turn and was more interested in Sergeo telling more about himself.
This worried him a bit. What did he say to make Athiem want to do this? Was he just interested in his peers or did he not believe Sergeo's sort of made up story? Didn't matter. As long as Sergeo left that major plot point out of the conversation, he could tell a story of half-truths to his traveling companions. "I came from the Illian border. The winter game there was plentiful and thankfully so since farming on the winter tundra is almost non-existance. In Illia, you either were a pegasi-rider, or a hunter, and I'm not a fan of heights, as Venford can attest too." he said willing taking a jab at himself. "My old man couldn't have been a better teacher with all the knowledge he passed down to me. From hunting bigger game like bear to understanding where the best spots to catch fish were, the old man was a sort of savant to hunters everywhere in Illia. Too bad he wasn't very good at first-aid. With a sort of look of on his face that could only be describe as disappointment, he put down his tomb to look at his right hand.
"When I was 15, I was blindsided by a alpha wolf who managed to crush most of the bones in my hands when it was caught in its jaws. My dad managed to kill it, but since he didn't have any good first-aid experience and there were no healers in our neck of the woods, my hand had suffered some permanent damage. He then closed his hand to emphasize his point. "It became hard to hold some of my bigger tools, and it hurt to sink a knife into a elks hide to the point I would recoil to the great pain."
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Aithem
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Post by Aithem on May 30, 2016 13:03:36 GMT -6
Whilst gazing at the great blue expanse of the sky, Aithem focused on the sound of his surroundings, rather than looking at them directly. The wind blew up from the south-west and rustled the leaves of the trees nearby. Small birds chirped, unseen to him and out of sight under the cover of some low-growth shrubbery. Sounds like these were not unfamiliar too him, but seemed too be abundant in Etruria, whereas on the wide open plains of Sacae they were often considered a rarity to him. The pleasant sensation they brought warmed and contented him, as much as the suns rays shining down from above. His reverie was however, interrupted by a noise he found all too familiar. His ear caught what he thought was the sound of horses approaching the caravan. He was half right-- or, three quarters right. Venford and Ace had returned from their wayward stable, and it was finally time to set off.
"Aithem, Duncan," he heard Venford say to the two of them. He lowered his gaze from the sky, and looked down at Venford from atop the crate he was seated, and struggled to register just what it was that he was looking at.
"this is Prince." said the redheaded youth, and as he leaned forward, Aithem felt the muscles in his neck tense. He assumed that Venford was referencing the eldricht beast he mounted on the back of, and slowly, he leaned forward so as to better examine it.
He had never seen such a thing, and he regarded it wordlessly, unease spreading throughout his body. He absorbed the appearance of a noble steed with the head and wings of a bird of prey. It certainly had the effect of a bird of prey. Aithem felt paralysed in the things presence, and felt confident in concluding that this creature was more dangerous than any warrior or mage they had brought along on this journey. "He's a griffon, found him on Vinland, and he's my mount."
"Is that so." Aithem said through clenched teeth, still staring at the beast, trying not to catch it's eye. Before long, Prince and Venford had taken off and the caravan began to move. He felt his muscles relax and again he reclined backward. This time he kept his attention on his companions, knowing that the sky would now be inhabited by Venford and his truly unusual mount. In the back of his mind, he made a mental note to learn more about it, when it was no longer airborne.
He relaxed further as Ace and Sergeo offered the stories of their origins. He began to feel that there was something the group knew about Ostia that he did not. Ace seemed to imply that his parents had suffered some sort of unspeakable fate there, and felt as if he wanted to interject. But as Ace's tale came to a close, Sergeo began again, and he listened with rapt attention, delighted to learn more of the fellow mage.
"What made you chose to travel?" he heard Quineve interject at the end of Sergeo's chronicle. "Sorry if I ask too much questions, I am just very curious." This made him feel pressured too move onward, and he felt the urge to resist. However, he decided against it, and took this opportunity to begin.
"I have many reasons to travel." Aithem began. "I may be a plainsman, but apart from living off the land, I'm not exactly skilled in the things for which the great Sacaeamen are famed for." Here he paused and extended his index finger. "For example, you might have noticed that I travel on foot, rather than on horseback. When I was a child, my clan decided I was to be trained as a horseman, like my father. It's deeply entrenched in my culture for a man and his horse too act as a single entity. But I've never encountered a horse that didn't try to buck me off strait away." Aithem paused again, and extended another finger on his right hand. "Secondly, my people are acclaimed for their unparalleled wisdom and honesty. While yes, it is true that most Sacaeamen would sooner face death then tell a bold faced lie, their wisdom is questionable. Though travel is a way of life, few are what you might call world wary. In some parts, their wisdom borders on idealistic arrogance of the outside world, many never having left the plains, but feeling at ease to judge the lives of foreign peoples so readily. It is my intention to live up to this stereotype however, and explore the world, learning more and more from it, to better myself. I travel in search of what you might call The Truth."
Reaching the end of his sentence, he let his fingers fall. "There is of course, one more primary reason I chose to travel." he said, and opened his hand. There he summoned a small flame, reaching upward like a candle, and flickering in the wind. "You might not know this, but magic isn't very useful in the eyes of a plainsman. Most clans, especially the Lly'onbardas clan, pride themselves on being efficient. Anything that they need, can be achieved by hand, or through hard work. Thus people of my talents are often isolated, our abilities seen as flashy and unnecessary." he regarded the flame sadly as he maintained it, levitating it a few inches from his palm. He closed his hand around it, and he furrowed his brow as he starved the flame of the air it needed to survive. When he opened his hand again, only smoke remained, curling upward from his palm, and scattering in the breeze. "It has been this way for generations, and no teacher or mentor exists to foster my abilities. It had been made obvious that my company was not valued among the people of my clan. So I struck out to find people of my own, and to hone my abilities of my own volition, as opposed to living enslaved to tradition."
Aithem turned his palm to look at it. A small burn had been left there as a result of snuffing the flame. He rest his it face down on his leg. Somberly, he looked up to his companions, intending to gauge their reaction to his memoir by their expressions.
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