Aura
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Post by Aura on Aug 23, 2017 12:01:07 GMT -6
Ereshkigal's insights, no matter how small a hint they were, were quite the revelatory ones. The looks of her anger at key parts of the story were justified, if she decided to hate him for any of it he would not fault her, to lash out at him even he would not have faulted her. She did not do so however, perhaps to his own surprise even. A small breath escaped his lips when it was all over, one he did not know he was holding in. So with his heart rate now risen he breathed a bitter sigh of relief.
"At the end of all things Hargus was but a man and a conduit of the nether. With a physical body whatever he played host to would have been limited. What powers you speak of sound positively terrifying but given what I know and continue to see... we all must be ready for them, whatever they may be." He never meant to sound so solemn, let alone turn the talks into one about fighting unknown nether monsters. He had more to say on this matter but he could return to it at a later time, there was too much... personal factors left and what good is a distracted soldier? He needed to stop thinking like this, what was he going to do? Raise an army? Hardly.
"You need not apologize. Whether I remember it or not these hands are the ones that caused so much suffering. For that I will not ask forgiveness or apology. I have accepted these sins no matter how painful. Though as you say, I am rather grateful to have been given this second chance at life and to make some sort of amends." Amends he suspected would cost him his life one day, a fitting payment to make things right and a poetic end to his story, no?
"You say there is no good in hungering for power, and I agree, once you have the power you will want to wield it and if by chance you do not have that desire others will seek to make you use it and blame you for selfishly hoarding such a treasure that they wish they could have... and yet, I find that hunger for strength to remain in me, like the gnashing maw of a great sea beast it clamors its way through my veins." He clenched his fist.
"I fear the burdens of power, they terrify me more than any creature of the nether could, more than Vadis. The more I delve the more I glimpse my old self, and yet I must grow in order to make things right." He shook his head slowly and deliberately. "But, with friends like you, and I hope Drei as well one day, perhaps I can stay as the man I want to be and not revert to old ways." He smiled solemnly.
"I know now that I will not seek the nether, as for me it would invite ruin. I plan to return to the path of the monks and delve into the light magic. But I seek the true nature of it, not this false faith the Etrurians use to control." He stopped. Noticing how he had begun to rant on a tangent, and a long winded one at that, again, he bashfully stopped and blushed.
"I-I'm sorry, I have a terrible habit of going on and on..." He rubbed his ear, scratching an itch a moment before bringing things back to Ereshkigal, "Your business is your own of course and feel no pressure to tell me about it but, you seem like you hailed from the very distant past. Anything you would care to share would be, by and large informative."
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Post by Althea on Aug 23, 2017 13:41:49 GMT -6
Aura was an odd study in contrasts. He professed to have left behind everything that had defined August, and yet that burning hunger for power still consumed him. A self-aware disaster in the making. And also apparently unexpectedly poetic in the process. She kinda liked how he described it. Not as much of a fan of the fact, though. "Power..." Ereshkigal looked from the spoon up to him as the white haired priest finished, and then unexpectedly laughed. It was less of a girlish giggle than the gallows humor of a corpse. Which, technically, she was. "I was born to power. I do not know what it is to hunger for it. But all it ever brought me was sorrow." She looked away, glancing across the room as if to observe it. More to give herself a moment to think. This was... emotional territory for her. And Ereshkigal was not exactly an expert on self revelation.
This depressed BS wasn't like her, but she didn't know how to react. She felt like a thing trying to pretend to be a person rather than as if she had actually been revived in full. "The Nether was my birthright and all I know." Althea had been joking about learning Light magic to expel her... right? "Maybe you could talk to Althea about light magic, though. She won't admit it but she's interested." Busted, baby! She had a feeling that a certain snippy shaman would be VERY displeased with her letting that cat out of the bag, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. And hey, maybe it was something Althea and Aura could bond over. If they were her... friends, the word was still a little alien to her, she wanted to see them happy. Even if it was with each other and not with her.
On the topic of - her, it seemed that Aura did indeed have an interest. Understandably so, though given how little she actually understood of her situation Ereshkigal wasn't actually sure how much useful she could offer. And. Well. As pathetic as it was. She didn't want him to judge her based on who she had been, either. She had spent her entire life being a thing rather than a person. She had been a priestess before she had been a woman, a weapon before she had been a daughter. After being used for that long, it was only natural to want people to judge her based on who SHE was... or thought she could be.
"I'm not sure how far in your past... my present... I lived. Time flows differently in the Nether, and according to Althea, no record exists of my people. It was sometime before the Scouring, but whether it was centuries or millennia before then I am uncertain. The world I lived in..." Ereshkigal smiled, wryly, with a hint of fondness. As much hatred as it had given her, there had been good to it too. Good people. Kind ones. "I heard about most of it second hand, but it was a more vibrant world. Humans, dragons, taguel, beasts, and my kind coexisted, or at least we did. But there is always conflict. There was war with the dragons. Not with humans, I think." At least not that she had heard of, but then again, it had become abundantly clear that she had not been told everything. "Tell me, Aura," she continued, spearing him with her gaze, "have you ever heard of the Arum?"
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Aura
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Post by Aura on Aug 23, 2017 14:27:44 GMT -6
She was born to power? He interpreted her words to imply she was quite gifted, a prodigy without equal even perhaps. Given her previous display he did question how much was something she learned and how much she really meant was something she was born with, birthright WAS a powerful word in this case. August had believed it his birthright to birth the gods through his body and ascend higher, so she is either crazy or correct. But her power brought her not but sorrow, those words too carried weight. He did not know her tale but... he suspected she was used by others in this scenario.
On a lighter note, hah puns, she mentioned that Althea secretly had an interest and desire to learn about light magic. Aura raised a skeptical brow to that revelation but who would know better than the person that shared bodies and lived in her head? He smiled a moment after with a, "Well, I am not skilled in it yet but I do mean to research, perhaps in time we can explore that abyss together. You're welcome to join us of course." He did not mean it as a jab against her being inexplicably tied to her host, more as an honest invite, he prayed she took it as one.
If she lived prescouring then just how was she preserved for so long, from the sounds of it she existed as one with the Nether... so many questions abound about this. And what kind of magic could do that to someone? "If you lived before the disasters of the Scouring this modern world must seem so tedious and dreary... and no... I have not heard of the Arum before."
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Post by Althea on Aug 25, 2017 11:33:48 GMT -6
"I don't even know if I can do light magic," Ereshkigal had... considered it before. It sounded like fun. She had always thought it sounded exciting and flashy - bright, beautiful, memorable. She didn't know if the grass was greener or it really was that much better. But she'd never had much aptitude for anything outside what she was already good at, and had never really learned how to learn. Plus... she didn't really know how that would work with her now. She wasn't just really good with the Nether, she WAS a part of it, and Light and Dark didn't play along very well. It was entirely possible that trying to channel light magic could discomfit or possibly even injure her... and besides, Althea certainly didn't know it, so it'd be even harder to try that out. "Does sound fun, though! I love new experiences and that would certainly be something new. You live for so long in the darkness... all you want to see is light."
Meanings within meanings. Or... not. Mostly she was just speaking literally. Being a wandering fragment of consciousness in the Nether was a HELL of a lot worse than seeing a vibrant, living world exist all around her. She smiled at Aura's comment, not at all offended by it, but definitely amused. "Aura! This world is wonderful. It's so full of light, and life, and people! So many stories to experience. So much vibrant possibility. And, well," her expression grew somewhat apologetic, or perhaps sad, "you could say I was a little sheltered anyways. In life, I was a... I'm not sure what the term is in human culture. Something like a shrine maiden, or a priestess, if I understand them correctly. I didn't get to leave the city often, and then only with an escort. But there was war, I know. Arum and dragons. I don't know what started the war, whether it was for dominance of Elibe, right to shelter humanity, a scouring before the Scouring..."
It was ironic, really. What had been so real to her was a mere sidenote in history now. She assumed that her people had lost, or gone elsewhere like the Taguel apparently had, but even Althea didn't know crap, and Althea was a LOT better read than pretty much everyone else. "I don't even know how the war ended, and I suppose it doesn't matter now considering humanity certainly finished the job. I only got to meet a few dragons, diplomats mostly, but they seemed remarkably like you and I. Just a lot haughtier. And... a lot harder to take down."
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Post by Aura on Aug 25, 2017 12:29:37 GMT -6
"Well, light and dark magic are typically considered as opposites to one another so I can imagine it would be hard considering your natural aptitude and... incredible capabilities with the dark." He smiled reassuringly but then her follow on comments were a tad less inviting. He wanted to relate to her and empathize but he just could not understand what she had experienced and so only nodded slightly. At best he could project his desire to stop running and live normally to it but it somehow felt wrong. She spent over a millennia in darkness, what was a few months of running next to that?
So this spirit could be happy and just seem normal. As she expressed the greater joys of living he smiled bitterly. It was strange to hear such a tone out of Althea's mouth, perhaps Ereshkigal had stolen her emotions for herself. Aura's eyes widened then as she told him of her previous life and living standards. Then of dragons and diplomats. Dragons were like them? Doubtful.
Aura stared at his emptied bowl in silence just absorbing her words and trying to formulate ideas about it, and further still just how to put those ideas into subsequent words. "If dragons were like you and I... then that is news to myself and probably everyone in Elibe. As the stories on record show, they were monsters hellbent on the destruction of man, or at least their total submission to them."
He then leaned back and crossed his arms. "But, you say you were a priestess of sorts?" He hmmd. So many questions... too many questions. "Alright, so, if you were a priestess then... what or who were you worshiping?" It was a question he did not dare to ask lightly, if theirs was a religion older than all others there could be some truth or horrors yet unknown. Maybe with her connections to the nether an insight to the monsters even.
He wanted to focus on the brighter ideas she had about life, when she spoke on it he himself had felt a bit better even, like he could forget about all the horrible things he'd been dealt for so long but... the conversation returned to darker and more serious themes.
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Post by Althea on Sept 11, 2017 20:40:17 GMT -6
"Who knows? The Scouring is your history, not mine." Ereshkigal shrugged, trying to hide her momentary perturbation at how casually Aura dismissed them as mere monsters. She didn't care much for dragons herself either, pompous jerkwads, but she had never really thought that was a crime worthy of genocide. Apparently humanity had disagreed. And as she had been shown all too thoroughly in her own death, it was certain that her race had not been entirely in the right either. A train of thought that she did not care to think about too far. The Arum had always been peaceful as far as she knew, but there had been a rot in their midst that she had not recognized for the cancer it was until far too late, for her and her kind. What else had she failed her kind in?
"They were intelligent certainly. Not mere beasts. They walked as men, though oft with tails and wings to mark them apart. I know not what led to the final war between your kinds, but I have never seen anything good come from war. It only takes." She shook her had, trying to get her mind off the subject, without much success. As ever it was difficult to tell how much the effect of Althea's ordered mind had on her own thoughts and how much was her own opinion, but she hadn't really planned to re-evaluate her worldviews today.
Speaking of worldviews, Ereshkigal had certainly delivered her duties as appropriate, but being betrayed, murdered, and consigned to oblivion for potentially thousands of years, only to be awakened to a world of genocide and hatred, certainly could turn even the most devout into an agnostic. At this point she really didn't know what the hell she believed in. "We... the Arum revered what we believed to be the creator goddess, a deity of the earth called Gaea. She created the earth, followed by we her firstborn, then the dragons, the taguel, and eventually humans. It was my duty to help lead prayer, supplication, and sacrifices to the Earth Mother." Ereshkigal smiled, but it was a crooked look, none too sincere and tinged with a sarcastic bitterness. "Didn't help much in the end. Either we weren't worth saving or She never existed in the first place. I don't know which answer I'd prefer."
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Aura
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Post by Aura on Oct 19, 2017 18:26:32 GMT -6
Aura did his best to remain passive and show only a stern look devoid of emotional cues but it was nigh impossible as the conversation carried on. So she died before the scouring and quite likely so too were her people wiped out in such a manner, not hard to believe he decided, though it meant she was without a doubt the oldest spirit within their world now. If only she could remember all the things about herself she could reveal much for certain.
Dragons had human like forms? That was... never touched upon in any of the lessons he had heard. More than that he wanted to show skepticism towards her but it was difficult to doubt her words in the end. "Ah, well, if they could mask themselves like us, was it something so truly apparent or is there a chance they could walk among us even now you think?" Who was he kidding, that was crazy talk. Even post scouring if any were left they were hunted until none remained. He knew dragons had been long lived but they were not immortal beings, how long could they have lasted. "Forgive me, that was a dumb statement."
Talk of faith and gods was always a heavy burden and he was no priest but a heretic, still, "Ereshkigal... I was told that Elimine herself became as a goddess to be worshiped. The men and women of the plains pray to the earth mother and the sky father, others still treat Hargus as though he were some dark god born of man. I cannot say what is true and right or lies, but I can take solace in whatever decision I make. I am but an insignificant man born into a world that has existed for time beyond measure before me. Many beings greater than I, such as yourself, exist around me and by compare you are like a god." he smiled solemnly. "Perhaps the gods are to you what you are to me. Something older and stronger but no more a true god than another. If that were the truth I could take solace knowing that my fate is truly within my own hands and up to my own power to make come to pass. If they are gods in true however then I will take solace in that all the pain and all of the good to come to me and others is not without purpose. That the greater and unseen design is not one of pure madness. I don't know the truth either way however," he lamented, "but I guess that is what they call faith, no?"
He tried to offer her a soft and warm smile. "I am in no place to tell anyone what to believe for I do not know, but whatever you decide upon let it make you stronger for it. Whether this second life you have is a blessing or a curse use it to whatever ends you desire. I know I will with mine."
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Post by Althea on Nov 4, 2017 2:24:39 GMT -6
"I'unno," Ereshkigal responded incredibly helpfully, with a vague wave of her free hand, in response to Aura's question. "I've seen, like, five dragons ever, I'm not really the leading expert on what they all look like." The idea that that was about five more than most humans alive had seen didn't cross her mind. "Althea said you guys genocided their entire race. Can't be that many left." She hadn't exactly been there for Althea and Shara's meeting, but Ereshkigal was vaguely aware that they did exist. She just didn't particularly care. Mostly on account of Shara being a gigantic bitch. Also because Althea would get super pissy if she started talking about Secrets(tm) like that.
Aura started talking about fate, and to her credit (sort of) Ereshkigal didn't pipe up with anything particularly stupid in the meantime, content to sip at the soup, or not soup, whatever he'd called it. Elimine as a goddess... whoever that was. The best she could get from surface Althea memories was that she was some magic chick. Greater beings, fate, and gods. The fallen spirit had had a long time to think about that kind of thing, but she found that the more she thought about it the less she knew what was true. Certainly if the earth-mother Gaea had been so powerful and so loving of her children, she would have intervened. Did that make her powerless, or cruel? Did she really exist at all? Did any of the gods?
"...Well, if you're a false priest, I guess that makes me a false priestess," the spirit wearing Althea's body grinned, lopsidedly, her tone as much self-deprecating as teasing and serious with a little more warmth seeping into it. She'd never found the answers she was seeking. She didn't know if they existed. She just knew she was tired of being used by people. "Fate seems to be a touchy subject for most, but... I would like to make my own, as well. If nothing else, there's never a dull moment wit-ok actually yeah there's a lot of boring moments with Althea, if there was a planetary prize for boringness she'd win it every year, but interesting stuff happens around her so I guess it works out!"
...Were they friends now? Ereshkigal wasn't really sure how that all worked. She was pretty sure they were having a moment though, which was good, she could work with that. Just, uh, once she figured out how to continue the conversation.
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Post by Aura on Nov 4, 2017 16:40:57 GMT -6
Ereshkigal's tone seemed to change as she made comments about Althea and being tied to her mind. Seeing her silly grin as she did so Aura found himself snickering alongside her. "Well, I can't pretend to know Althea's mind but she does have a tendency to act like everything is a real bother or not worth her time. But then she always steps in to do what she feels is the right thing." Aura found himself smiling as he recalled her saving him and further defending him from the insane Hildebrand. "So, I doubt you'll be found wanting for interesting adventures with her."
Aura hesitated a moment before continuing to speak his mind but he resolved to do so regardless, "So, you and I both have a lot missing from our memories. If you will have me, I want to do what I can to help you recover them. I'm not the most useful person around but I know a little bit of healing and I think I have nearly grasped a particular magic called Strength. Once I do maybe I can help protect you... NOT that you need it!" He added quickly. She was well more than capable on her own.
"With all this said though, ah, well, I sometimes see partial memories from before and places that I visited. There is one in particular I remember called the Darrun Ruins. Last I went there, there was some powerful guardian, so as I am now I am not strong enough to investigate on my own, so I have time to help in your search for answers. Would you perchance know where on the modern map any of your memories occurred?"
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Post by Althea on Nov 15, 2017 2:22:19 GMT -6
Aura's words did... stifle Ereshkigal's amusement a tad, though not in an unpleasant way so much as the rememberance or realization, she wasn't quite sure which, that she wasn't really in much position to talk. After all - the only reason she existed in this world was that she too had gone against that which was safe and reasonable to aid Althea from the Nether when she heard the desperate plea for help, sacrificing most of what little remained of her power to obliterate the threat - and the (abandoned?) village in its wake. It certainly made the spirit think twice about exactly how superior she was to Althea in that regard. Despite the mage's prickly disposition, she always(?) acted on her thoughts and beliefs rather than the intuition and instinct that Ereshkigal's decisions usually led back to... which kinda made it sound a lot more noble than 'lol I guess I'll help 'cuz I feel like it.'
Aura kept talking though, piquing the priestess's interest as she sensed some reluctance before he continued with an intriguing offer. In truth, Ereshkigal wasn't... entirely... sure she wanted to regain her memories in their entirety. Most of what she did remember was bad, after all, and she didn't really want to wake up one day and remember that she was actually a serial killer. She... was pretty sure that she wasn't, but that was the problem with having holes in your memories, you couldn't be SURE that chocolate didn't turn you into a bloodthirsty savage murder hobo.
...Though the alternative was NOT knowing. And honestly, she was pretty sure chocolate wasn't THAT evil. Probably. Anyways.
The truth, though. If she was to try to face it. Ereshkigal did want to know. She wanted to know what had really happened to end her life. Where her guardian had been. If it was true that her own father had turned on her. She didn't WANT to believe it. She didn't understand it. At best she had only guesses as to why - that he had desired her power - but it was difficult to reconcile the man she had known and... what she remembered, thought she remembered, in her last moments.
And she would make he suffered for a long time before she allowed him the blissful release of death if it was true.
"...I would like that, Aura," was all she trusted herself to say in that moment, her temper rising and barely falling in its wake. She didn't know this... human priest very well, but Althea did, or at least trusted him, and she was -trying- to be a positive force with this second chance, at least she thought so. "This world is... new, and very strange, to me. You, Drei, and Althea have all aided me greatly in beginning to understand it. And I would like to know the truth of... certain events. So yes. I would like to aid you as I can. And the time may come where I must needs call on your understanding of this world to better comprehend it myself."
Her tone and wording were both more precise than before as the spirit spoke as seriously as she could, taking the promise very seriously. Maybe too much so. But if she could help him, she would.
"...As for maps... I can try. Though from what Althea has stated, it seems my memories do not line up well with her description of modern geography for reasons unknown to me. I may not be of as much aid in that regard as you hope."
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Post by Aura on Nov 15, 2017 3:00:07 GMT -6
Aura avoided eye contact and scratched at his cheek sheepishly when Ereshkigal told him that he had helped her understand the world. He did not think he had done much to help but if that was how she felt then so be it, he won't deny her of her feelings. That said, however, he really did not feel deservant and could only smile in response. The idea that modern geography was vastly different than what she had known was something Aura had never considered and yet it did not surprise him too greatly all the same.
"The Scouring was a terrible and cataclysmic event. Between that and who knows what other events between your life and now I suppose I should not be very surprised by this, though it is troubling all alike." Placing a bent index finger to his lips he hmmd to himself in contemplation. "While it sounds to me that exact locations is not feesable if we were to isolate parts of the map by focusing on more esoteric means we MAY have a shot at this." He began to wonder if Ereshkigal understood his meaning and though he did not desire to 'dumb things down' in risk of insulting her he did elaborate a bit further. "Say the wars of the scouring created the Bernese mountains, just for arguments sake, and in your time it was all flat land. Using your memory of geography would do little good. But then say in your memory your home was a land consistently covered in snow, or battered by frequent storms. If either of these were the case we could look more to Illia or the coast and even the islands." Aura felt a tad proud of himself but not so much so to act cocky. There was no telling if the weather itself was altered with the ages.
"And well, darn it, if all of this doesn't matter in the slightest then I'll go with you to every last ruin of the ancient world that you want." He placed his fist over his chest in a sign of a promise. "We met by the slimmest of coincidence and I believe there may be reason for it." So much for the talk of questioning if destiny existed or not. Still, a lot had happened.
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Post by Althea on Nov 15, 2017 4:45:25 GMT -6
"So I hear," Ereshkigal agreed somewhat neutrally at his observations on the Scouring. She still wasn't sure what to make of the event. The idea that people had... nearly destroyed the world and essentially murdered magic as a concept was still strange and, frankly, quite disconcerting. Ok yeah she was pretty awesome at blowing stuff up and all, but like, she didn't have continent wide powers and the idea of people actually doing that kind of mass overkill was just out there even for her.
And this... terrain alteration... had it been accidental, a simple bypass of the Scouring, or intentional terraforming? She was no stranger to the idea of terraforming, her kind had made local scale usage of magic for that purpose, but... nothing like this. More concerning still was the fact that as best she could tell, Elibe was significantly smaller than it had once been, not simply different in climate. The Scouring, if it was to blame, had it really destroyed so much? She didn't, couldn't know... without further investigation. Which Althea would not give her much choice in, most likely, nor would Aura for that matter. Oh well. At least it was something she was interested in.
"Assuming that the climate of a given area had not changed, yes, that seems a reasonable approach," Ereshkigal said with a bit more confidence than she felt. She, uh, didn't entirely get what he was talking about but would be fucked with a rusty cactus before she admitted it, and besides, she more or less got the big picture, which was the important part right?
"Very well. I know that... where I lived," she hesitated to describe it, "was somewhere in the south or southwest of Elibe... a wet... I believe the term is tropical, location? There was a great deal of vegetation, but the desert was not far off." Should she be telling him this? Ereshkigal wasn't really sure how to gauge that. It wasn't like she was giving away state secrets to their most fearsome foe or anything, but having rarely been far from the holy city and rarer still left to her own devices, she wasn't really sure how much more specific she could get. When your only real frame of reference was maps - maps that are apparently extremely out of date and for a world that looked completely different - it made it hard to give exact estimates.
His last comment did draw a small smile from the spirit, though, as much bemused as it was wry. "Ha. As if Althea would give either of us the luxury of a choice."
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Post by Aura on Nov 15, 2017 5:01:19 GMT -6
"I think you might just be right about that." Aura smiled in response to the statement of luxuries. "A tropical region of the southwest huh... and near the desert no less. I wonder." Moving his plate and bowl to an edge of the table Aura produced a map of modern Elibe he was fortunate to own. "So if it was the Southwest then I believe you could have been in what would be modern day Nabata. It is believed by many that the lands were not always barren desert, and frankly given the idea the lands have changed since your time I see no reason to not believe it."
He traced over the region with a finger making room for Ereshkigal to see. "If we make room for dramatic change in landscape and focus strictly on tropical than the coast of Kafti may just be our big ticket." He shrugged then and added, of course there is no way to know for certain. "Alternatively, while its more central to modern day Elibe the island of Valor could possibly house what you're looking for." His face grew a tad dour then. "If it was anywhere within the greater scope of Nabata it will be nigh impossible to stumble upon something of worth without learning more from the scholars and researchers that traverse the region. "Honestly, I think investigating both islands could prove fruitful even if not exactly what you're after. Would you be able to recognize the architecture of your people these days?" Aura was feeling rather excited like a boy off on a treasure hunt or someone who just solved the unsolvable puzzle and gain entry to the unknown.
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Post by Althea on Nov 17, 2017 3:08:52 GMT -6
Did... did everyone carry around maps these days? She was gonna have to stea-'borrow' one of them one of these days. Would be useful. Actually... Althea probably had one of those in that giant stack of paperwork she somehow hoisted around everywhere but never actually carried. Truly a mystery of a maniacal magus... or more likely the woman just had it shipped where she was going, now that Eresh thought about it, that actually would explain a lot given that for some reason Althea planned everything out. Booo-ring. ANYWAYS. Maps!
"Althea did mention something about it all being a big ol' desert," the spirit agreed readily as she scootched over to view Aura's map better. Kafti... Kafti? The f**k was a Kafti? OH yeah there it was, down waaaay on the bottom left of the map. Still a dumb name, but whatever. "Huh. So that's as far out as Elibe gets?" Was she disappointed or just... observing? Ereshkigal wasn't really sure. Nothing looked familiar enough to say. Glancing closer to the center of the map as Aura pointed she thought for a few moments before piping back up. "So what's the deal with Valor anyways? Althea mentioned it was, like, mondo dangerous or something, but she also said that it was some dragon thing. I wasn't really paying attention," she admittedly cheerfully, blissfully unaware of any particular problems with that notion.
"Nabata though... it does sound like a promising location, but I wouldn't have any idea of where to start. Althea's the one who spends all her damn time there and SOMEHOW still doesn't have a tan." She looked down at Althea's - her - body, raising one hand, and poked the wrist. "Seriously, she has the whitest, softest skin I've ever seen, but claims she spends all this time in the desert? I'm not buying it. I think she cheats. I'm not sure how but I WILL expose her scheme, dammit!"
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Aura
Priest
Posts: 117
Profession: Hereticus Exterminatus
Affinity: Light
Profile: Aura
OoC Alias: Vincent
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Post by Aura on Nov 17, 2017 3:51:36 GMT -6
The moment Ereshkigal wanted to see better Aura scooted aside so she could see it with him. Being in such close proximity to a woman unquiet his heart. Boom boom, throom thoom! Was it always that loud or was it just him right now? 'Come on Aura! Get it together, she is an ancient priestess in your friend's body and you are a priest! Stop!' Internal turmoil aside he moved further apart from her in order to feel more at ease. "I have only been on the border of it but yes, it is a massive desert as far as one can see." Okay, he felt better now and was far better composed. Althea was not romantically minded, or emotionally minded for that matter, so surely his shameful display would go unheeded he prayed. But to whom? Gaea? Elimine? Who was real?
'Huh. So that's as far out as Elibe get's?' Ereshkigal asked the question to which Aura found himself frowning. It IS as far as it goes, or was as far as it went, verdict was out on that.
"Well, that's another thing. My map does not reflect it but there are tales of a new land known as Vinland having been discovered in the distant sea. Supposedly it is full of strange wonders..." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "And let's be honest, if there are undiscovered islands beyond who is to say what more could be out there? Perhaps even a whole new land the size of Elibe! Were it so, I'd go in a breath."
"I don't know all of the tales in regard to Valor but yes, the islands are dangerous... to reach them that is, anything more than that I know almost nothing about it." Aura offered a shrug. "But if it is important to dragons then perhaps we can rule Valor off our list seeing as you were not a dragon but an... Arum was it?" He wanted to ensure he referred to things properly.
Aura smiled and hid a laugh behind his fist at Ereshkigal's antics. "Althea is certainly a beautiful woman." he agreed with the jealous spirit. Or he outed himself as seeing women in such a shameful way. False priest indeed. 'Dang it Aura! WHY do you always say stupid things!? Maybe she'll let that slide if I distract her with more!'
"So, if Althea knows more about it then perhaps we could use her insight to get her opinion. If she is the more informed of us she should be heard." He paused... well, she made it clear the two had talks, but how did that work exactly? "Um. How do you two speak with each other exactly?" His voice was slightly higher as he felt extremely uncomfortable asking such a thing, for some reason.
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