"Okay, Well, I guess if you are okay, I'd just like to thank you for your service and head off if there isn't anything else.
Treisdan turns to start walking away.
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"Its times like this when I miss my ability to read minds" Treisdan comments quietly before asking a legitimate question. "Is there something that I need to know?"
Treisdan looks at the female Zif, and he simply waits, hoping to understand what exactly she is thinking, and what the hell is up with Tural. Looking directly at Tural, he furrows his brow and asks, "Why is that? Why would you talk to me? When you don't really in front of her? Speaking of which, Why would you not talk in front of her?
Treisdan looks at the female Zif, and he simply waits, hoping to understand what exactly she is thinking, and what the hell is up with Tural.
Binding is not dangerous in and of itself. I offer the vestige the feeling of the world again, and in return he offers me a fraction of his or her power. It is an equivalent exchange, unlike those who deal with devils. As long as they have feeling in this world, they grant me power, but they never ask for more. Because I am welcoming them into my soul, There is sometimes what is called a 'bad binding' where the vestige has enough influence that it effects my behavior, but it is not as though I am possessed, it is more like they have talked me into seeing their way of thinking, and I am more likely to act how they would, than I normally would." Treisdan explains this calmly, though he is slightly disturbed by Tural's shifting emotion
Treisdan is starting to become annoyed with Tural's hair splitting "Again, I said he is beyond the gods, Imagine the influence of the gods as a sphere. Eligor, and the other vestiges, for whatever reasons, fall outside of the sphere that is the gods influinces. That is what I am trying to say." he says with a slightly scratchy voice...
"I agree, but that does not mean that a person can not fall into the category of 'good' or the category of 'evil'. The person falls into neither of the categories, he has committed atrocious evil, but also he has done great deeds of valor. I never said he is above good or evil. I said he is not good, and he is not evil. He is beyond the gods, is what I said. Treisdan looks to Revarti's expression, and then back to Tural, wondering what he had said or done to provoke this apparently uncommon reaction.
"That is incorrect, Eligor is not evil. Protection from evil would not prevent it. As far as I know there are only three or four things that can do anything to /any/ vestige..." Treisdan keeps glancing down to the click each time it happens, almost reflexively "Eligor is not evil, but he is not good either. Eligor is an outcast soul...And he is beyond the gods, the gods once warred for his soul, and when he perished no god claimed him for fear of another war. He was left and forgotten. He is not evil, but neither is he good, he simply exists..." His voice is tinged with the empathetic sadness of what happened long ago.
Treisdan reaches out the claw and dismisses the flames, "Touch the claw. Anything that could dispel the Eligor would prevent his power here and now." No matter how close Tural gets, the claw will not disappear. "Your aura would have no effect on Eligor. To put it very simply, your power simply is not strong enough to do anything to him." Treisdan says this with a little bit of pride... though his gargantuan ego is still absent.
tural fidgets a bit, quietly standing in the background. Though Treisdan has lost a lot of his powers of deduction, seeing the quiet curiosity of Tural, and the apparent indifference of Rivarti, he turns to look at him instead. "Did you have any questions?" he directs this question towards the robotic angelic figure.
Treisdan's hand begins to re-calcify as he holds it up and flexes it in front of the Zif. "Eligor" He says as the tips of the claws and scales are wreathed in flames, "He is a vestige, and by offering him the feeling of this world he offers me power. As a cost for this power, he leaves this mark upon me, and his personality is added to mine. It is difficult to explain." This explanation is unbelievably simple, but it basically cuts to the heart of the matter.
"My name is Treisdan Achdarach, and I would like to ask your name." the white haired mage is still quite disheveled from before, but he seems grateful for what you did.Treisdan bows to Genosuke and starts to leave, then stops for a moment and looks to Reviarti and the Leonal and tilts his head, motioning that he wanted them to come with him if they aren't preoccupied...riviarti shrugs and follows after. Tural, unsurprisingly, isn't far behind. After shaking the hand, Treisdan smiles slightly, "I bet that you have a few questions... at least a few... he admits, offering to give at least some explanations if Reviarti wants them...
Treisdan bows to Genosuke and starts to leave, then stops for a moment and looks to Reviarti and the Leonal and tilts his head, motioning that he wanted them to come with him if they aren't preoccupied...riviarti shrugs and follows after. Tural, unsurprisingly, isn't far behind. "My name is Treisdan Achdarach, and I would like to ask your name." the white haired mage is still quite disheveled from before, but he seems grateful for what you did.
Treisdan bows to Genosuke and starts to leave, then stops for a moment and looks to Reviarti and the Leonal and tilts his head, motioning that he wanted them to come with him if they aren't preoccupied...
Treisdan looks at the crisp and clean lines of the summoning circle that Genosuke drew, and the fact that he had Eligor's symbol on hand. "I expect it did." Treisdan flexes the clawed talon once more, as the scales begin to fade, and the hard chiten once more being replaced with soft supple skin, the ivory hooks return to keratin... "If you know where I could go to fix myself, I would love to get that knowledge... but it is not as though I can just purchase another half of a soul at the school supply store."
Treisdan waits for a few moments, gathering his thoughts, before responding. "I see your point, but binding is not the reason that was...injured. That was an unfortunate event but the cause was..." Long pause before continuing "Unrelated" he finishes sheepishly, "and just because people preach against it doesn't mean that it is necessarily bad or wrong, people have been objecting to anything new or different since the dawn of time. If I were unable to bind, then I Would be dead on your desk"
"It seems interesting. I question more of who he chose when the action itself.""Good. I would normally take a moment and lecture you about your habits, but I know it would fall on deaf ears. Instead, I will encourage you to use the strength Eligor has given you to...correct...yourself, while you are still able. Reviarti, I thank you and your companion for your assistance. We may have lost Mr. Achdarach sooner than expected otherwise." "Eligor grants my body strength, and his contract has helped with the condition that leeched it away in the first place, So he was the perfect choice... I could have called Buer, but Eligor is much better suited than Grandmother" Treisdan explains calmly, and bows his head to Reviarti, "And once again, I would like to thank you for your assistance...
"Good. I would normally take a moment and lecture you about your habits, but I know it would fall on deaf ears. Instead, I will encourage you to use the strength Eligor has given you to...correct...yourself, while you are still able. Reviarti, I thank you and your companion for your assistance. We may have lost Mr. Achdarach sooner than expected otherwise." "Correcting myself, professor, is a bit beyond my ability... I would not even know how to begin." Treisdan admits... "And though binding is quite frowned upon, it is not inherently dangerous, with only a very low chance that I would be subject to any of the potential side effects."
Treisdan's talon slowly flexes opened and closed... "And binding seems to be the only way to really keep me...Whole and healthy...
"Yes..." his voice is much stronger as he says this, and your eyes can easily see that his muscles, which he struggled to control fully, were now much more defined and now operate with ease as he stands straighter. "Thank you...Sir."
DB had one reason that was close but no cigar... but the other two are spot on....
Lifting the visor, the elvish face of Eligor looks out, directly at Treisdan. "Hello, Treisdan, How are you today." Despite his appearance, and riding a terrifying chimeric creature, he seems to be very cordial and his voice is surprisingly deep and cultured. Treisdan forces himself to sit up, and lean toward the summoning circle; in a voice less than a whisper he greets the vestige. "I am not well Eligor, That is why I have called you here." He reaches forward, sticking his hand into the circle.
no... its kinda because he literally tore his soul in half... he is trying to use the binding to reinforce his soul and try to keep his body from breaking down
you try running about with half a soul... and besides.... I don't think getting rid of more of it will help....
Treisdan coughs slightly and murmurs no to Reviarti As the last lines are drawn, Treisdan manages to exhale the invoking name. From an extremely far distance, yet still inside of the three foot circle, a huge warrior mounted on a half dragon half horse gallops towards them, The warrior and mount are both covered in a platemail engraved with dragonscales. The rider and horse are as red as blood, and the lance he holds in one hand is colored the same as his other equipment, and in the other he holds a crimson banner with a black dragon crossed with a lance...
A half sigh, half groan escapes his lips as he is lain down, his head facing toward the blank patch on the floor...
"What name did you speak, student?" a voice says from the door way to the infirmary. Treisdan half sits up in the mecha-angel's arms, "yes' he rasps with his eyes half closed...
But Reviii...... You wouldn't be binding him..... you would only be 'summoning' him..... thats a difference.... pretty pretty please...? xP
Treisdan barely manages to nod, "Yes, circle, radius, three feet... rectangle touching two edges... Need circles... sixteen, bottom edge... Triangle of three circles at top left... triangle of lines on top right, facing right... A tail that reaches from the center of the triangles left side....to the right bottom corner..." He coughs a bit, and tells Reviarti, "call the name, Eligor."
"Chalk, his voice is weak, but much easier to understand than before... "I need chalk, a circle... on wall.. or floor..." Treisdan says with a rasping voice, "I need you to help me, I can't do so myself..."
That impoverished, idiotic, blasted, and cruel canary....
A healing spell mitigates the pain and seems to make him look less unhealthy, but does not restore him fully like it should. He looks less like a corpse and more like a member of the living, but by no means does he look good. "Thank you.. he whispers to the metal angel, as he is hauled unceremoniously to the infirmary
Grim Jr.... WHY DIDN"T YOU WARN ME!!!!!! I blame you.....and Reginald
Treisdan is currently under the effects of a few minor cantrip level spells, his staff is heavily enchanted and so is his robe, but there doesn't appear to be any hostile magic enshrouding him at the moment... Treisdan's natural magic, appears to be twisted and ripped, as though he had been shredded by some form of soul-tearing spell sometime in the recent past... his breathing is shallow and has ceased trying to stand...
"Help..." his voice is barely a rattle, he looks up through glazed eyes, his mind wrapped in pain and his limbs are barely able to move. "it hurts... His palms rest against the ground and he strains to push himself up, but he is too weak. his face is sallow and his skin is sunken in, giving himself a skull-like visage.
Does Revarti have any sort of active magical effects? anything that lets him see things like aura or hear thoughts... it will help me determine how to explain how and what you see.
The side of his head pounding like a drum, he stumbled forward, moving quite slowly and twisting around as he starts to stumble, his back hit the wall. Slowly sliding downward, he groans in pain...
His staff is lain across his thighs where he tried to keep himself propped upright. It feels as though something inside of his skull is trying to break free.
Sorry Marcell, Treisdan is a bit out of it... I don't want you to feel like I am ditching you as a person, but Treisdan feels terrible, and he knows why... he is just trying to avoid the I told you so of Ms. Jones
Treisdan is restless and opens his eyes after only a few seconds of having covered them, searching out the source of the discomfort he is feeling. "I'm sorry I couldn't help more, he says as he gets up, coughing a bit... perhaps I should bind someone...maybe get some answers... he thinks as he starts to head towards the cafeteria doors
"If you insist. If there is a problem, you can tell me. I mean, I went to literal demon for help today. Don't think you can be much worse... Honestly, I'm staring to calm down about the People here. Maybe it's because I'm more like them myself now..." Treisdan just nods... Hoping that Marcell will drop it, and that he won't have to keep lying. His hand leans the staff against the table as the other raises up to rub at his face and momentarily cover his eyes. Something is wrong... something is very wrong
"Of course I have..." Treisdan lies, with a not-very reassuring smile... "The nurse just told me to take it easy for a while" Treisdan's left hand creeps up his right arm, reassuring himself of his own words...
"Hay, it's fine. I'm living. Don't beat yourself up over it. Anyway, you really don't seem fine..." Shakily, Treisdan keeps eating, his anemic appetite is sated after only a few bites of chicken, some bread and water. He swallows and gives a false smile, "I am just a bit tired, I'm fine. he lies weakly, closing his eyes for a few moments as he leans back a little.
"Yes...No... Maybe..." his voice before was like melted caramel, smooth and sweet, now it sounds like he had a sore throat. "I just don't know..." he shakes his head, gazing around the cafeteria as he does so, forcing a sickly smile, "I am sure it is nothing..." "Sorry Marcell, I have no idea about your symbol is..." He apologizes, distractedly...
a pseudodrsgon is sitting on a table alone, listening to a nearby group. The table is otherwise empty. Treisdan looks to Marcell and the table where he is resting. He makes a motion to set down the tray, as if asking permission non-verbally, he nods gratefully and just barely manages to not fall into the seat. He does not try to make conversation as he eats, and listlessly eats, as though lost in other thoughts. He constantly glances around, like prey with the scent of a predator in its nose. His skin feels as though it is crawling.
Treisdan leans heavily on his staff as he walks into the cafeteria, he feels so... old... as he slowly shuffles towards the lines. This feeling in the pit of his stomach, like his insides were twisting up. Something felt wrong, but he just couldn't put his fingers on it. His long white hair hang in a mess of tangles, and his robe is creased and wrinkled from where he had slept in it. Considering how sleek his hair was before and how perfect he had kept up his appearances, he looks ragged and his flesh is sallow. He keeps looking around from sunken eye-sockets, hoping to see the source of his unease. I had thought that I would feel better... I am better... I just don't feel it at all. He is gone, but I don't feel whole, It will pass, I'm sure I just don't... Treisdan nearly bumps into the buffet line as he wrestles with his unsettling thoughts. Mumbling an apology he picks out a few things and heads towards a table near the back of the room. Though not many people were familiar with Treisdan before his schism, his change in demeanor is absolute, he lacks the utter confidence that he once used to emanate. When he goes to set down his tray he is confronted by one of the haughty teenagers that make up a small but vocal portion of Avalon's student body, "Hey," he sneers, "That seat is taken." Treisdan glances at the other seats of the nearly empty table, but the student forestalls the reply "Those too." he chuckles, while the table's other inhabitants grin mischievously. Walking slowly, leaning heavily on the staff, Treisdan looks for another seat, not even saying a word.
Treisdan sits and waits, taking notes, and scribing random doodles all throughout his notebooks
Miss Jones is so strict I'm surprised she doesn't wear emerald green robes and snacks on biscuits... Watching the Dursley's living room get filled with a hundred thousand letters... Sitting behind her desk with a smug expression... wait...
I haven't been acting out... I'm in a good mood and Miss Jones is stuck in the 1400's
I'll keep to enchantments, thanks so much :P
The wizard looks up at the more powerful enchanter and has to bite his tongue. The next verse is pounding in his head like a drum, but he manages to refrain from quoting it aloud. "Yes...........Miss Jones, of course"
Treisdan is sitting there... Learning about the enchantments.... Quietly humming a tune... Keep watch, ye hearty.... For reefs an sharkshe hums to himself quietly... the ancient song called to mind for some reason that Treisdan cannot recall....
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