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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:22:59 GMT -6
"Studious Success" by Gypsius, Thoror and Sylver.
A book flies across the room, hits the nearest wall and thumps to the ground, there was a loud screeching noise and shouts of frustration. Gypsy was trying to Learn her letters. She stood up from the table and vaulted over it, running on all fours to the book she threw. She picked it up and dusted it off, pouting.
"I hate Letters." She said with a small childish voice. "Why does Rachel want me to learn these things, and why are there so MANY!?" She scratched her head and went to go sit back down, talking to herself all the way. "You know, it would be much easier if you just TOLD me what the letters do, and how they work. Like How I learned to fight, or talk... stupid letters."
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:23:19 GMT -6
Thoror was studying scrolls in the archives, hoping to find some clues as to what happened in Wildgard recently. He remembered nothing regarding the past few months, and everyone's story seemed to be different. His journal didn't tell him much either. He grabbed a stool and climbed to reach a more recent document. Curse his height, he thought. In the mines, he was a giant, unable to work in the small tunnels dug by the three-foot high workers. Out here, he was a short character, who had to stand on tiptoes to kiss his wife. There wasn't a win here, he thought.
Thudd
"Skreeetch!"
The Half-Dwarf jumped at the sudden sounds and fell off the stool, also landing with a thud. 'That sounds like Gypsius...' Thought Thoror, getting up to see what was wrong.
"Gypsius!" He exclaimed, with his usual cheery mask, this one was almost real, just for her. "Of all the people to see in a library, I did not expect you. What troubles you?"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:23:35 GMT -6
Gypsy jumped and spun around, baring her buck teeth, pitiful for a Skirit but shocking for a Human. When she caught sight of Thoror she grinned and scrambled over to him on three feet, her right hand still carrying the book. She stood and even the childish rat was taller than the Half-Dwarf. "HEY! THOROR!" She cried out unnecessarily loud. She brought her voice down to almost a whisper. "...Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you."
Her Innocence was painted all over her being as clear as mud smeared on a pale stone wall.
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:23:49 GMT -6
The Dwarf flinched at the volume but grinned and patched the mask quickly.
"No, you didn't disturb me." Laughed Thoror. Oh, that was a lie if he ever knew one, but Gypsius was impossible to get mad at, let alone stay mad at. He pulled her into a hug.
"What brings you here today?"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:24:04 GMT -6
Gypsy squeaked lightly when Thoror suddenly hugged her, She nuzzled him and grinned. "Rachel's making me Study my Letters again, I found out, that when you put all the letters together it's called afplabet, and when you out only SOME letters together sometimes they make wurds and then lots of WURDS together make sentenes" She looked at you with bright red eyes, the color of rubies. then she frowned. "But no matter how hard I try I can't get it to work." She lifted the book in her right hand and bit into it with her sad rat teeth. Shaking her head like a dog. she patted Thoror on the shoulder and took a step back.
It was then that Gypsy took a good look at Thoror. There was something different about him that made Gypsy tilt her head to the side. "Is that blood?" Her face fell in fear.
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:24:20 GMT -6
"Blood? What are you..." Thoror remembered that he apparently had a mark on his forehead. A pentagram, they described it as, though he hadn't yet found a mirror to see for himself. He should really get around to washing it off.
"Yes Gypsius, it's blood. Though not my own." He said, taking the bitten book from the Rat. "Don't fret about it..." He thought for a moment. Rat-script was incredibly similar to Dwarven runes, perhaps Thoror could make sense of it...
"Would you like some help with your letters?"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:25:05 GMT -6
Gypsius had a face of twisted horror and mild curiousity as she stared unblinkingly at the Dwarf. A seriousness and intent focus that only happened with food or something shiny. But of course, something as strange as this would catch her attention and hold it. She reached up and touched itwith the tip on her finger, careful not to scratch. "What do you mean not your blood, did you hurt someone?" At the Word 'hurt' gypsy remembered exactly WHY she'd been studying her letters. Her curiosity faded almost immediately and her eyes narrowed. "I have to learn my letters, Yes I'd like you to help me." She lifted the book at rapped at the cover with one of her claws "this may not even be the book I need, I got it from my Elder Skirit when I left Wildgard for training. He said it would help me Learn my letters, but it's actually THIS I need to learn." She pulled out a ratty scroll covered in small tears and smears. She unraveled it and held it in front to Thoror's eyes. There was a title on the Scroll that looked like this: And after the Title there were more characters.
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:25:53 GMT -6
Thoror blinked as the Rat poked his head. "No, I didn't hurt anyone, least not that I know." He didn't actually know who's blood it was. He could only tell it wasn't his, for he had no wounds. Or at least, people told him he had none.
"Heal spell..." It said. At one point in his life, Thoror was taught the ways of a healer. His teacher have up on him though, 'Too much human blood...' or something. He hadn't tried magic of any kind since. "Gypsius, are you training to become a healer?"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:26:14 GMT -6
Gypsy retracted the Heal Spell and rolled it up again. "I'm supposed to learn it as a request... no.. a demand from my Elder Skirit. He's a Healer." She stuffed the scroll in her shoulder bag and smiled at Thoror. "I'm a Scout. always have been."
Gypsy took a deep breath and prepared a long winded speech. She held up the dusty Rat-bitten book and spoke of her Clan. "The Muridae Clan isn't all Kintu, there are some actual Skirit among them, Like Rachel. She has little to no Human Blood in her... Our entire clan was split into several Tribes, Each of them led by an Elder Healer, Most of them Skirits because they are the oldest and Wisest, the Human blood kills us off too fast. Humans Attacked every time we tried to regroup. It's easier to survive in smaller groups, easier to keep track of our wounded and dying. The Elders demanded that the scouts learn to heal... to preserve our Numbers."
She opened her mouth to chomp on the book again, but before she did, she sighed. "Rachel at one point, got frustrated because I have to learn my letters before I can learn the Heal Spell because it's so long. She attempted to speed up my studies my wounding herself to put me under pressure."
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:26:36 GMT -6
"Rachael would hurt herself for something like that?" Thoror pondered aloud, "That's not quite wise...Is she okay?"
'...White Light...' the scroll had read. Dwarven healing didn't use the white light at all, if he remembered correctly. Dwarves used the power of the earth to mend bones, for earth is solid and strong. Or something like that. It was too long ago that Thoror had stopped training.
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:26:54 GMT -6
Gypsy nodded a few times, lost in thought. "Rachel, like most of the Other Skirit blood, believes that the Heal spell is one of the key skills in our Clan, It'll keep us alive and allow us to replopulate. One day, we hope to reconstruct our Clan here in Wildgard. Can you imagine?" She smiled from ear-to-ear "She'd hurt herself because she has faith in me. She says the White Light flows within me and I just need the right motivation to make it come out."
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:27:13 GMT -6
Sylver had been busy in the back of the library quietly dusting off some old tomes he had picked up from yet another expedition to some ruined dungeon in the wilds of the north east. "Papers, papers and more papers... but nothing that I desperately need to know!"
He had heard Thoror and Gypsy come into the library (they weren't being too quiet now, were they?), but he really didn't feel like engaging in idle conversation today. His mind was somewhere else... brooding on his recent conversations with Zume, more than a little frustrated that Wildgard kept interrupting these conversations and vying for his time when he had so much planning to do. He was in no mood for socializing, no matter how much he admired Gypsy and how curious he was about Thoror and his/her odd behavior of late. He needed to find that one piece of lore, that one piece of evidence that would support that idea that just wouldn't leave his mind, and he could not be distracted. Not now... not when this most rare confluence of the stars was coming...
And yet, the more he tried to shut their conversation out of his mind, the more he found himself listening to them. Being the curious type, Sylver started to wonder if there was something to learn from these two, something that might reveal a little more about these Wild Lands after that fateful event at Konah some couple of hundred years ago. He knew that as survivors, those of the Muridae clan must have some critical knowledge to share, although his conversations with Gypsy had produced nothing to date. Maybe she might be a little more forthcoming speaking with Thoror instead of Sylver? Was she perhaps a little shy around Sylver?
Mindful of not being too much of a sneak, Sylver edged a little closer to their conversation and, with his nose still buried in a heap of ancient parchments, paid closer attention...
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:27:35 GMT -6
"Ah, I see..." Said the Dwarf. "If she has faith in you, then I know you can do it. I don't know Rachael very well, but I do know her instincts are good."
Thoror put a hand on the Rat's head and scratched behind her ears. "A colony of rats in Wildgard, hmm? I can't say I have anything against that." He smiled.
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:27:53 GMT -6
She squired at the scratching behind the ears, eyes flickering in glee. She shook her ears and her tail writhed this way and that.
"Well, Some people might have a problem with it. That's a big number of Rats you know. There's a reason why we've been split up so long.... I know Rachel gets all worked up about it when we get on the talk." She frowned lightly and began to sniff Thoror for food. "Rachel says this is our land, and we have to take it back."
Gypsy's innocence was preventing her from fully grasping what was going on around her, she knew not of what she spoke and knew even less of the consequences for the words she let slip to the wrong people. She knew only that she was happy in Wildgard, and she missed her family, all 700 or more of them.
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:28:14 GMT -6
Colony of rats? Taking back the land? The "White Light?" Try as he might to work, Sylver was now enthused by their conversation. He knew well how the Muridae clan had been driven from their forest home, and he now knew about how they had fought against the destruction of their forest. These were kindred spirits... it was all coming together now. If Wildgard was to be his test case, then surely the Muridae clan could be his test subjects...
As Thoror and Gypsy spoke, Sylver began formulating a plan in his mind. Darkness and light, forest and plains, Human and Kintu... all things must be in balance to a balance druid, and a Tu'asin no less. But would they see his actions as a threat, as interference, or as a form of help? All too often those of Wildgard could not see the trees for the forest... they were losing their inner vision, and without it, his help would be misunderstood. Still, these were creatures of Nature, and so he had no choice - he had to interfere. Besides, he knew that if he could make Gypsy understand, and perhaps the Bear and one or two others, they would see him for what he really was, and what he really stood for... Actions always speak louder than words, he reminded himself. But was Wildgard ready for this kind of action?
He was not yet ready to play his cards. So, he nuzzled up even deeper into his books and continued to listen...
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