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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:28:34 GMT -6
"Ah, I can see the reason behind it." Said Thoror, "Having a few hundred people come in all of a sudden to such a small place can be quite intimidating. Perhaps you could gather a small group and make a colony like that? If your people need a haven, I see no reason why Wildgard wouldn't have them, especially if they pulled their weight and helped the community."
Thoror wasn't completely educated on the history of Wildgard, and even less of the history of Gypsie's clan, so he avoided continuing the subject of who's land it was. He did think on it, however. From those he had asked, he learned the land was shared. The farmers would use the plains for livestock and crops, and the animals would use the forest for their home and food. Logging was never a problem here like it was in Svartalfheim; here, they used a selective cutting method to get the best from the forest without clearing it.
He hugged Gypsius again. She was so innocent and playful, like Jewel was when Thoror first adopted her. She'd grown up since then, but Thoror never grew used to not having a daughter to embrace.
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:29:02 GMT -6
"Ah, I can see the reason behind it." Said Thoror, "Having a few hundred people come in all of a sudden to such a small place can be quite intimidating. Perhaps you could gather a small group and make a colony like that? If your people need a haven, I see no reason why Wildgard wouldn't have them, especially if they pulled their weight and helped the community."
Thoror wasn't completely educated on the history of Wildgard, and even less of the history of Gypsie's clan, so he avoided continuing the subject of who's land it was. He did think on it, however. From those he had asked, he learned the land was shared. The farmers would use the plains for livestock and crops, and the animals would use the forest for their home and food. Logging was never a problem here like it was in Svartalfheim; here, they used a selective cutting method to get the best from the forest without clearing it.
He hugged Gypsius again. She was so innocent and playful, like Jewel was when Thoror first adopted her. She'd grown up since then, but Thoror never grew used to not having a daughter to embrace.
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:30:00 GMT -6
Gypsy smiled and enjoyed the hug while it lasted. She lifted the book again and took a good long look at it's cover:  She frowned and went to sit back down at the Table she started at. Thinking long and hard about her role in Wildgard. "When my Elder spoke to me last, He taught me a few new skills, i'm wondering if they have something to do with his plans, if they have more meaning than he's telling me." She looked off into the distance, not really focusing on anything, but seeing something inside her head. "Come to think of It, Rachel's been hiding things from me as well..." |
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:30:24 GMT -6
Rachael, hiding things from Gypsius? That wasn't far off at all, of course a person like her would have to hide things from Gypsius, especially if she wanted to keep the poor thing's innocence intact. But the way she put it, it sounded like these were more important things kept secret.
He decided not to continue this subject further, and quickly thought of a way to change it without appearing rude. Thoror prided himself briefly on this decision, for he was not normally one to think before he thought. A small victory here.
"Ahh, that isn't too pleasant..." He peeped over the rat's shoulder to look at the book. "Gypsius, what does that third word mean? Lexikon?"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:30:47 GMT -6
Gypsy peered at the front of the book again, "Hmm? Lexicon?" She nodded a few times and rapped at the word in thought. "I'm not sure what that means. It's one of the few books I've got to study. There are a ton of other scrolls I've yet to get to. That's what Rachel's keeping from me, I think... She ran off to hide them from others. Including me." She threw her head back and sighed.
"Do you have food?"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:31:05 GMT -6
"Oh, Thoror," Sylver thought to himself, "If only you knew the truth. Civilization does not share, it conquers. Why should Wildgard go out of its way to accommodate a smaller colony of rats? It won't, because that is the measure of progress in a civilization, as Wildgard is becoming before our eyes. No, the rats were here first. Why should they not be entitled to their original home? And yet... can we turn back the clock?"
Sylver was getting lost in the thoughts of the Muridae clan way back when, how they must have lived, and what Wildgard might have been like in the time before it was invaded by interlopers. Is anyone's home sacred, or is everyone's home up for the taking by the strongest? "That is NOT how Nature works" thought Sylver to himself. And he felt a wave of pity overcome him as he thought of how deluded some of the present-day citizens of Wildgard were in their thinking.
It was time for a plan. He silently withdrew a little from his perch behind the massive shelves of books in the library, rounded the corner and then walked with determination towards the front door, right past Gypsy and Thoror. Then, as he was passing them he feigned noticing them for the first time, and spoke up with a cheery smile.
"Ah! If it's not Gypsius of the Muridae clan, and Thoror the Dwarf! What a pleasure to see you here in the library. I was just on my way out, but it would be rude of me not to stop and wish you well on this fine day. And, pray tell, on such a fine day what brings the two of you to these dusty aisles of cracked parchment and ruined tablets?"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:31:22 GMT -6
Thoror flinched when he heard Sylver's voice. His last memory of the Druid was very flaky and lots was missing from it, but it involved ambush and a knife. But months had passed since that, or at least the seasons told that story. Perhaps this was just Thor's mind playing tricks on him. He put on an easily fake smile and greeted the Lynx.
"Sylver of the Council, if my memory serves me right, it is good to see you." He turned to fully face the druid. "To answer your question, my memory is what I am here for. If you haven't heard, all things show I've lost memory since late summer, and I've come here to read up on what has happened."
He suddenly remembered the blood on his forehead, and quickly turned away, somewhat embarrassed.
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:31:38 GMT -6
Gypsius jumped up off her seat and pranced up to Sylver. "Hey Sylver! when did you get here?" She asked cheerfully. "I've been in here studying so hard my ears started to hurt." She smiled sweetly at him, very obviously and very deliberately hiding her ratty book behind her back. Like a child caught stealing. Her face went red. She looked back and forth between Thoror and Sylver a few times  before she cleared her throat and waited for someone to change the subject. |
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:31:54 GMT -6
Sylver was taken aback a little by Thoror's revelation, something he had heard in passing the previous day but which never really registered. Now it sunk in fully.
"Thoror, your memories are lost? What a travesty! I'd ask you if you recall how this happened, but, well... ah, I guess this is not a good time for humour then. In any case, I hope you find what you are looking for, and if I can be of any assistance, by all means let me know."
Sylver had noticed the mark on Thoror's forehead, but he was hesitant to bring it up. There had been some strange encounters with Thoror in the previous weeks, and he was not really interested in having these flare up at him right there in the library. Besides, everything seemed to always come back to the demons.. oh, those demons... how peaceful Wildgard would be without them!
He also had some reservations about Thoror in general. He was somehow tied to the Watchers, he ran a popular watering hole in town, and he seemed to be easily swayed by the will of others. Sylver was apprehensive about such people - it was often hard to tell who exactly was riding the horse, so to speak...
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:32:08 GMT -6
And indeed the subject was changed, for Sylver was far too preoccupied with the task at hand to care about a ratty old book. He had a plan to enact.
"Ah, that is indeed a noble pursuit, Gypsius! There is much to be said about learning from lore and the study of words. Personally, I wish I could learn all there was to know by simply closing my eyes and communing with the Spirit of Knowledge itself, but of course those are mere musings of a Druid!"
The time for idle conversation was over.
"Alas, I am in a hurry and must run for now. I bid the both of you farewell, and hope that you find what you seek in these hallowed halls of lore!" And with that, Sylver was off. But as he walked away, a small piece of curled up parchment fell from a pocket on the inside of his robe. He hurriedly made for the door, knowing full well that Gypsy and Thoror saw the scroll drop and would certainly pick it up to read it...
On it was written, in old-style script:
"Join me in the darkness before the dawn!"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:32:32 GMT -6
Thoror turned and smiled at the Lynx's farewell, and was bowing a goodbye when he saw the paper drop. He walked over to pick it up, but Sylver was already beyond the archive walls, and it felt rude to abandon Gypsius here to return it at the moment.
"Sylver dropped this...We should return it to him, he probably needs it." He idly handed the scroll to Gpysius, but snatched it back the moment he saw her mouth agape about the parchment. She had unrolled it.
"Join me in the darkness before the dawn!"
It read. The gears in the Half-Dwarf's mind started to turn and something clicked.
"Gypsius...Do you suppose this was for our eyes?"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:32:46 GMT -6
Gypsy gave Thoror the most confused look she'd ever given anyone, her head tilted to one side, blinking. "What does that mean? Meet me in the darkness before the dawn?" It reminded her of the secretive messages Rachel had been leaving her these past few weeks. Something caused Gypsy to shiver, but she was far too young to know the difference between shivers and instinct. Instead she shrugged and looked out the door expecting to see Sylver return for it. "I don't know, do you think it's important?"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:33:01 GMT -6
Thus Sylver had planted the seed, and now it was time to see what would grow of it. He had reworked Ursa's words, which still resonated in his head, into something that could be interpreted in other ways, and now he needed to see how they would be taken. Would they see the deeper meaning, or would it be lost on them?
He would walk away for the evening, leaving the two of them to contemplate, continue their conversation, or do whatever. He would return again tomorrow to see what might come of this, and what he could learn about Gypsy and Thoror and how they might respond to the big changes that were coming to Wildgard...
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:33:18 GMT -6
Thoror also turned his eyes to the door, wondering why Sylver was in such a hurry. "It means we should do just that, Gypsius." Said Thoror. "If this message was indeed for us, then we should find Sylver again before morning. And if this wasn't for us, meeting him could be shrugged off as 'returning' the item."
He sighed and pulled out a stool to sit on. "Either way, he has business. We should leave him be for the time being." Thoror grabbed the scroll with the healing spell on it. He smiled at the Rat.
"Do you want some help with your letters or should we do something else to pass the time?"
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Post by Gypsius on Sept 21, 2013 3:33:36 GMT -6
Gypsy listened with a decent amount of attention and focus, until Thoror brought up the idea of learning letters again. She allowed the dwarf to take her parchment and dug into her bag for another one. and another and another, until there was a decently good heap on the tabletop. Gypsy looked to Thoror with the most innocent eyes and sat down. "there's a bunch of things... I don't really know where to start... Rachel has the important ones, She's hoarding them in a box out by the Ruins where our Grandfathers house used to be."
Gypsy's arms sprung up to her mouth and her eyes widened in fear. Rachel has told her not to say anything about that. She grinned from ear-to-ear, realizing that she just made a simple slip into a big deal, she stared at the dwarf and squirmed uneasily in her seat. "oops"
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before she cleared her throat and waited for someone to change the subject.