Barachiel is simply there once the others are gone, sitting at the table. He gestures for you to sit opposite him, "Tell me what you think of those events, Moore."
Moore sits down.
"I don't like it." He says, bluntly. "I think the likelihood is that The Sultan has fooled himself and blinded himself with his pride that he can't see the enemies looming right next to him. I think tomorrow will bring the death of many, including hope for a better future for some time."
"It is not a good business," Barachiel agrees. "The fall of a regime is sometimes essential to overthrow evil. It is a last resort, as it is always others who pay a price in blood for revolution. We had hoped the Sultan would see the light and agree to reform, but it is not to be. It is also a sign of our successes in this war, and we may yet hope that if he is replaced, his replacement is willing to seek a proper peace that liberates the suffering."
"It feels to me like the new Sultan will be Akil. Do you think he would agree to it?" A shake of his head after that. "Perhaps It may not matter. If Hell throws themselves into this war, what do you think will happen?"
"It will get bloody," Barachiel says, "Hell is vast and not to be underestimated. One reason we've had success is because Hell has stayed out. It will be a harder and longer war that way."
"Do you think they care at all about slavery as a subject, or is it just a matter of pride for them?" He asks.
"Hell is built on slavery both in name and in deed," Barachiel declares, "Even if many of the slaves never understand that they are, not in their hearts."
Moore nods. "I wish there was something we could do, but I suppose all we can do is hope he sees the light. If his choice ends his life then we've done all we can do to help."
"We fight for a better future and result for everyone," Barachiel smiles here, a sad smile. "No matter how hard we do, there are those that we do everything right in and still a soul comes to a lamentable fate. If you have done all you could, then you have nothing to be ashamed of. The Grand Sultan has made his choices, and if he is to die for them, then it is on his shoulders."
Moore nods. "Then for now we wait. There will be battles tomorrow, of that... one needs not be Xandra to see." He says.
"Prepare and rest," Barachiel says, rising. "We will appraise the situation as information from the City of Brass makes itself known."
Moore nods. "We will be ready." He promises.
Doing anything or just going to rest up?
its waiting for me!
What's waiting for you?
No, I mean like... "it's waiting time"
Ooooooooooooooooooooooh.
Settling into wait is one of those paradoxes. To attentively kill time, to rest in anticipation of future actions.
Of course, this is interrupted by Wood coming up to you, licking your hand and then whining loudly.
"What's wrong, buddy? Do you want to go for a walk?" Moore asks.
Wood licks your hand once more and then barks, panting and looking right at you.
"Okay." Moore says. He stands up and goes to walk out along with Wood, since he's pretty sure that's what he wants!
You head outside. Sure enough once on the beach, you see a portal opening. Alyssa comes on through, laden with books and supplies. Wood runs up, barking away and tail wagging.
"Oh, hello again!" Moore says, craning his neck to look around all the books. "What's the occasion?"
"Collaborative research! I heard you raised the Aurora library, so I had some of my group hit a few other libraries."
Moore blinks. "Oh! That research. Sure! I can show you what I have so far, maybe it'll inspire you."
"Yes! Let's get to work!"
Okay, both of you give me K:A, K:P, K:N and Spellcraft.
K:A/Bibliotheca/Cunning Knowledge:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+84 : 18 + 84, total 102[/blockquote]
K:P/Bibliotheca/Cunning Knowledge:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+84 : 20 + 84, total 104[/blockquote]
K:N/Bibliotheca/Cunning Knowledge:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+84 : 13 + 84, total 97[/blockquote]
Spellcraft/Cunning Knowledge:
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+81 : 6 + 81, total 87[/blockquote]
Moore nods and will find a room for them to use!
He will takes all the notes he has so far, stacks and stacks of them. "I've been able to piece together an idea of what this is... I think it's a diagram to some sort of arcane project that I think will lead to a location that normally cannot be found."
Take 10 for 105 on the Ks and 101 on spellcraft
This is good, hard work - but in the end, you get 33 pieces of lore, extracting more insights and secrets from what was brought.
Alyssa flops into a chair and she stretches, "Well, I feel good about today."
Moore nods with a smile. "That's great, now we have 303 total out of 777. I appreciate your help with this."
"It's helping me too. Io suggested helping you towards the One. That it would lead me to it also."
Moore nods. "I do have a book on it that was instrumental in my understanding. I don't have the time to impart its knowledge to you right now, but I could loan it to you if you'd like."
"That would be fantastic. I'm always at your service for research."
Moore will produce the book and hand it over. "After tomorrow I should be able to tell you if I'll have time to help with this."
"Oh? Anything you need help with?"
"We're waiting to hear about something pertaining to the war." Moore says.
Alyssa nods. "If you need anything, let me know. I'll be planning a few raids my self if you have any interest."
Anything else you two have to do here?
Not anything super important.
Nope.
Okay, splitting both of you up. Moore post here first, then Alyssa in a new topic, likely.
Once Alyssa's gone, Xandra quietly comes to your side. "How far are you now?" she asks.
"About 300 of them." Moore says. "So we're getting closer. I'm glad she's helping, she has a knack for this sort of thing."
"You'll see her again," Xandra agrees. "It's a matter of time now."
Moore nods with a smile. "I know. But... I still wonder, where is she?" He says. "I wonder if she's beyond Creation, but not... Beyond, if that makes sense."
"We'll find out," Xandra says, "Would you like to practice while we wait? It's a good time."
Moore nods. "Yes, let's."
Thus you go outside and settle in with Xandra. As the light shines down on you, Xandra merely asks, "Do you have a goal in mind this time?"
Moore nods. "I do. I want to focus on myself -- to use the Words to bolster who I am, or... perhaps to use them to simply speak of myself, and form myself further."
"Dangerous," Xandra sums it up in a single word, "Proceed with the utmost caution."
Moore nods. "Then I'll start small."
"Go on," Xandra invites, sitting and waiting on your efforts.
Moore takes a breath in and focuses -- he thinks of making himself just a little bit... a little bit more himself. A little bit more charismatic.
He thinks about how to say that -- how to use normal words to describe that.
In essence -- yes, that's it.
His essence, him.
So just a little bit more... Moore.
A Word of Creation for him alone, spoken softly.
Give me a Charisma check to open this stuff up.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+45 : 20 + 45, total 65[/blockquote]
You begin to focus.
You begin to realize one fact - you need a word to define yourself utterly, some word forged that is yourself in every essence. Before you can attempt anything else, you need to forge that - or find it. A true name perhaps, some deep and powerful representation of who and what you are.
There's really only one place he's going to find that.
That trip will take some... time.
Yes, he will have to go back there.
He opens his eyes after a time. "We will have to go to the Hidden Layers." He says.
Xandra merely opens her eyes and asks, "I see. What there do you seek, Moore?"
"My true name." Moore says.
"Sensible," Xandra agrees, "Have you ever sought such a thing before?"
"No." He admits. "But I have some ideas about how it."
"Go on," Xandra invites, "Tell me."
"I visited Yggdrasil before." Moore says. "I remember being overwhelmed by memories of myself during my time in The Lost Realm. I think I could face those now and see all of my memories of the past... and what truly makes me, me."
"I understand. You could find the same here," Xandra's chiding is gentle, "With meditation, time and guidance."
"I suppose I've been here long enough." He says. "It sounds like a trip to Solania is in order."
"We may not have time right away," Xandra admits, "I do not know if this will be swift for you, so be prepared."
"I don't need to go right now." Moore says with a smile. "We have other matters we may need to attend to anyway."
"In that case, shall we try another study?" Xandra asks.
Up to you if you want to try another or move onto something else.
He's really limited in what he can do, but he's happy to take more lessons in Words of Creation.
Yeah, it's a timing thing, so this is a great time to work on it. Make your next play or talk to Xandra about it, then.
"Hmm..." Moore rubs his chin. "I know Cresiel taught me about the Words to obfuscate yourself. Can you do that with other sorts of things, too?"
"It could be done," Xandra says, "But it would take the right approach." A longer consideration, "Yes, I believe it could be done with the Words of Creation."
Moore nods. "I wonder if... hmm. If you can hide something, then..." He huffs. "I want to say 'there must be some way to reveal the truth of something too, or to see something for what it really is,' but that's... very esoteric. I suppose, let me change my way of thinking on this -- what else can they do? I mean, am I limiting myself here and they can just do anything?"
"The Words of Creation create. That is the core of it," Xandra says, "All uses of that flow from that." She rises, looking down out over the beaches, a hand to her chin, almost copying your position. "It comes down to one question: What can you create?"
"Hm." Moore looks down at the grass. "Well, really, anything, right? So that's easy enough... but what do I do with it? Hm... I know we talked about creating magic with it, but I feel like that's... a dangerous path to head down."
"How about hope?" Xandra ventures, "The creation of hope."
Moore nods. "That sounds like a great idea." He smiles and shifts his posture a bit. "Yes, I think that's great."
"The spell good hope is a fine starting template, and I have no doubt you'd be able to develop this," Xandra finally says, "Then expand it."
Moore nods and takes a breath. "All right. Let's see what I can muster, then."
So his plan is to envision the morale bonus that he gets from Good Hope, i.e. the 'feeling of doing better' at something and try and create that sort of feeling with the Words of Creation, if that makes sense from a mechanical perspective.
Sure, give me a Wisdom check and a Charisma check.
It's always wisdom with you, isn't it...
[22:32] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+21 wisdom
[22:32] <Penuche2> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 32 > [d20=11]
[22:32] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+45 charisma
[22:32] <Penuche2> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 47 > [d20=2]
I have to earn my evil DM points somewhere.
It's...surprisingly easy. It feels right to you. Have you advanced this far, or is it merely a natural extension of what you last worked on.
It doesn't matter. You can feel the words coiling around your tongue, ready to be spoken. Close.
Moore takes a breath and tries to speak the words!
Charisma again.
[22:50] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+45 charisma
[22:50] <Penuche2> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 61 > [d20=16]
Like that, the basic usage is felt, snapping into place with startling ease for you.
You gain a new usage of the Words of Creation.
Create Hope
This is identical to a good hope spell with a caster level equal to your hit dice. Using the Words of Creation in this manner deals 5d4 points of nonlethal damage to you.
"Ah! Just like that...!" Moore says quietly. "Amazing..."
"Already?" Xandra asks, "Just like that you have it?" Her eyes widen, "Congratulations!"
"I... I don't get it either, it just came to me all of a sudden." Moore says. "Maybe it's due to what we've already trained on as well as my... motif, as it is."
"It must be," Xandra agrees, "Something you've built for a long time, without realizing all the work you put into it. Something your spirit and soul understand keenly, Moore."
He has to smile at that. "Well, I'm happy to have made another breakthrough. I think this and finding out more about a true name will be the keys I need."
"I've heard bits about affecting one's soul directly," Xandra goes on, "To say it is powerful and dangerous would be understating both truths. I urge prudence and caution here, so please do not attempt something without being prepared."
"I won't until I have more information." Moore promises. "It wouldn't do do me to make such a mistake like that. For now, I think all we can do is wait for tomorrow."
Gimme a d100, just for reference then.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 62, total 62[/blockquote]
Moore goes back to his room. As he does...
"Moore," Grias calls, racing up, "I have a message for you!"
"Okay, okay, calm down." Moore says and goes to read it!
It reads as follows:
Duke Moore
I have heard of your efforts with the Words of Creation. Truly, no idle man will achieve, and you have not been idle. Lord Erathaol has spoken well of you as well, and I find myself intrigued. I would seek to speak with you about the Words of Creation at your earliest convenience. I am available via magical sendings or by request at my abode on Venya, the Ring Library.
Sincerely
Amarchos, Authority of Wisdom.
Ah! It has been some time, hasn't it?
He supposes he has time today to go visit the Ring Library!
If anyone wants to visit with him they're welcome.
Kaja volunteers, falling in with you. "A Ring Library, is it?" he asks, "Do you know how literal a name that is? I've fought through ring fortresses, brings those to mind."
"I don't, it's my first time visiting." He says as they take off up and towards Venya. "I imagine a lot of circular buildings though, because if it's just a big ring or something then that's basically just... a tower, you know?"
"I hoping it's creative," Kaja says as you fly up, leaving Hope's Landing behind. "I could use something captivating, something interesting. I've had enough bland diplomacy for a good while."
"Maybe we can find someone for you to spar with." Moore says. "Just not a vampire." A grin after that as he continues on.
An eyeroll at that, "Enough vampires," he says firmly, as you fly up and up.
How ar eyou planning on finding this place?
They will come across it when they need to. :)
d100 then.
[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 68, total 68[/blockquote]
You fly about, taking it all in, taking in the slopes and mountains of Venya.
Soon enough as you do? 'Ah, I am the Seer of Knowledge. I have discerned that you approach, Duke,' A man's voice, rather normal sounding, is heard in your mind. 'I would guide you to the Ring Library.'
'We would be honored, Seer.' Is his reply.
In answer a silvery portal appears before you.
'Please, enter.'
Moore gestures to Kaja and steps through!
You appear in an airy place, lit bright by the light from above. Walls of glass are about, as well as great bookshelves floating about in neat rows. You stand on a platform of the same clear, light warmed glass, able to see all about. A library on a gentle curve, no floor. Only open space, the occasional place to sit and table to go with it, and bookshelves.
Outside you can see a network of clear, glass rings, each quite large, in a loosely connected formation, floating in midair.
Below you can see the ground. You're quite a way up, enough to where things on the ground look quite small. High up as the birds fly, surely.
"Ah, So it is like a tower." Moore says with a smile. "Still, I appreciate the aesthetic."
A look and glance around at what some of the books are: are they organized by subject? By author? He's curious!
The Authority surely knows they're there now, so he can visit them at his leisure.
'Each ring is a different thing. This is a library of books, the nearest one is a library of verbal stories.'
The voice speaks to you, a faint sense of a presence. '...ah, you would know Elena,' the voice says, 'I am the Seer of Knowledge. I have no physical body to greet you with, but I am present. I am something not entirely unlike her existence, close enough to understand, save I do not manifest a form as she does.'
"I'd love to hear your story sometime." Moore says aloud, as if addressing something physical in front of him. "It's a pleasure, nonetheless. Do the rings themselves actually have as much space as they need to? I'm familiar with the idea of warping space so that it's malleable."
Kaja looks around, "...this. This is my lair, if I ever make one," he says aloud.
'We have enough space, as much as is needed, the rings can grow,' The Seer of Knowledge explains. 'Lord Erathaol has permanently adjusted the dimensions of this place so they have space to grow as required, as well as installed portals for faster travel. It is the hereditary domain of every Authority of Wisdom.'
Moore laughs a bit. "You like the glass that much?" He shakes his head, then nods. "That makes sense. What makes this place different from Xiranthador, then?"
"Xirandathor is more focused,' The Seer of Knowledge explains, 'More gathered. All knowledge is gathered here, even if it seems meaningless. What we gather and sort is kept here or copied over to Xirandathor if it is useful or holy knowledge, for understanding knowledge is part of the Authority's duties.'
"I'll have to come back here and see if I can find more on the research I'm pursuing." Moore says with a smile. "At any rate, would you direct me to the Authority?"
'The platform will take you to him,' The Seer says, as it begins to fly forward.
Moore will step on it!
You glide amid the light-soaked library, the two of you flying. As you do Kaja grins, "It's beautiful is what it is. Just add a little more ground and it would be perfect. Not every dragon wants to lair in some dark, dank cave." Looking up, "I've grown fond of the light here."
"You ought to visit Bahamut's Palace. Uh... the actual palace, not just the area. I never did understand why he named it like that..." he shakes his head. "Anyway, yes, I agree — it's too cliche to be holed up in a dingy cave somewhere."
Kaja gives you an unimpressed look at your digression into draconic naming tendencies.
"What! It's confusing!" Moore says.
"How is it confusing?" Kaja retorts, crossing his arms. "It's as self explanatory as it can be."
"It's like if you lived in a part of a mountain called 'the mountain.'" Moore says.
"That's different," Kaja says, "It's Bahamut's palace. Are there other Bahamut's running around here?"
"No, but there's stuff -outside- the actual Palace." Moore says. "That's still called Bahamut's Palace!"
Kaja blows out a breath and lets it go at that, or at least stops arguing.
Meanwhile, the platform sails on. Ahead you finally see another platform - this one is larger and has several tables. On one of them a simple meal has been laid out - just bread, cheese and milk. Your platform comes to it and stops.
Moore will take a seat and enjoy the snacks offered. "I wonder if he gets a lot of visitors."
"Many, but few truly understand," The voice is rather loud, a mismatch for the scenery for sure. He appears on the platform, a rather tall man with no hair, smoothly bald. Rather average on a glance save for one thing. His eyes are a startling, glowing shade of violet. They glow bright enough to steal attention from the rest of him, a simple body clad in a courtly robe.
"Moore, Kaja," he offers, "I didn't expect you so soon with the war ongoing."
Could I ask, really quick: Moore met him before, but it looks like the description here is different than it was then.
http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,103953.375.html
Is this the same person?
It doesn't look like him, buuuut such a being could simply be some manner of shape changer or have the ability to take on alternate guises. It's hardly unusual.
"Do you mind if I ask you if this is your natural appearance, or was the one I met some time ago that? Or... are neither?" He asks.
"My form changes based on your wisdom and knowledge," The Authority says, "What do you see?" He smiles at this, "Though I'm afraid there's no fishing to be done here today."
"You look like a rather standard bald human." Moore says. "But you have incredibly captivating violet eyes. I'm a little jealous."
Kaja gives you a sidelong look at that before saying, "You look like an angel."
To this the Authority claps once, "Excellent," His voice is loud indeed, "That's how I was before I began my journey up. My true self, that only the insightful and learned can see. I sound louder too, don't I? I never had much talent at a good inside voice in my mortal life."
"It is a little bit booming, yes." Moore says with a laugh. "I think of all the Authorities I've met so far, you're the most... I don't know how to put it... down to earth, perhaps?" He asks. "I imagine it's owed to what you have to represent."
"Some of that, some is that wisdom includes not forgetting those things," The Authority says, "All while learning more and improving yourself."
Moore nods. "That makes sense. As far showing up... well, there's a lull right now. We're waiting on something tomorrow, so your invitation came at a perfect time." He says. "I've actually been wanting to talk to you anyway. I know what you told me before was the truth at the time, and I still appreciate the wisdom you gave me... I'm just stubborn."
"Stubborn and brave," The Authority agrees, "Ask what you like."
Kaja focuses on the food for now, though he adds, "I have questions after that."
Moore laughs. "I had a reason to be stubborn." He says. "Would you share with me some places that you think I might want to search for the knowledge I'm currently seeking with this research? I assume you have a gist or know already what it is I'm doing."
A gesture out, "Seek here, it's a fine place to begin."
Moore nods. "That makes sense. Hm... It's funny... I have a lot of questions I want to ask, but I don't know how to ask them. I suppose... let's just start with why you invited me -- I know you had mentioned the Words, so perhaps we can discuss that topic."
"It felt like a prudent time," The Authority agrees with you, "What of the Words are you studying?"
"Right now, I'm looking for... myself." Moore says with a chuckle. "A way to find a Word that defines me and can be used to bolster myself. I think it'll involve a trip to find my true name to be spoken that way."
The platform you're on slowly drifts along now, the light from above radiant. Bookshelves and floating platforms are passed, while below you can see the patchwork of Venya.
"Your true name would be the way to go," The Authority agrees with that, "Are you familiar with means and ways to change your soul? It's the most dangerous art, one where a mistake can prove fatal." Talking faster as he leans forward, "There's sects who practice it and the rates of death and failure are high, but the successful can reap a powerful reward."
"That does sound dangerous, but I might find some wisdom buried in the actual rituals the get performed." He says.
That get performed, I assume?
"There's only one soul, there's nothing to be done if you ruin it beyond repair," Kaja says, speaking up from his meal, brushing away crumbs of bread.
"Dangerous, foolish, lucrative. The third so often overrules the wisdom of listening to the other two," The Authority says, "Finding your true name is not nearly so hazardous."
you are correct
Moore nods. "Trust me, I know. I don't plan on actually doing it, but the knowledge of how, or what is involved may help when it comes time to put everything into practice. I knew someone in Aurora who found their true name and they became quite a bit more powerful." He smiles after that. "Still clumsy, though."
"Who was that?" The Authority inquires.
"Let me guess, Baleruk?" Kaja asks, "It sounds like something he'd do."
"No, her name is Kascha." Moore says. "She always was special... in a few ways." A grin at that last part.
"I've heard of her," Amarchos says, "I've heard she recently ascended - a great risk but one that rewarded her well."
Ah, so they used it on her... an interesting choice.
Moore nods. "Well deserved for her efforts." He says. "I suppose... well, actually, I do have a question. Do you keep any anathemic knowledge here?"
With a little laugh, "So we do, when we remember we have it."
"Remember you have what?" Kaja blinks, "Sorry, I lost the conversation."
"It's that stuff you forget about when you hear it." Moore explains. "Like Cantasa Alexandria... which you couldn't even hear. Sorry."
Full Disclosure, my phone corrected that to Canada Alexandria
That would be horrifying.
As Kaja's face goes blank, Amarchos says, "I wasn't aware it was your station to deal with anathemic knowledge," he admits.
"I made it my station." Moore says with a small smile. "It was really just coincidence that I was assigned to investigate what happened in Benfal. That led to another thing and another thing... are you familiar st all with The Lost Realm?" He asks.
"The Lost Realm!" Amarchos smiles widely at that, "I'd heard you'd come from there. The seas of light, do you remember them and all the ships that sailed over it?"
Moore smiles, with a glance over to Kaja to see if he's still following any of this.
"Well, as you may or may not know, when you come back from there, you don't have any memory of being there." He says. "It... was rather troubling to have some vague memories of my past, and to just wake up in Venya one day. As I came into my own with Aurora, memory became something I was very focused on. I didn't want to forget again." Here he clears his throat. "So, after Benfal, when I suddenly found that I'd forgotten something... well, it became a bit of my own crusade."
He stops to think here for a moment. "There are bits and pieces I can recall with perfect clarity -- the people, for example. Something about... gorgons?" He shakes his head. "I do remember parts of it, I think if I sat and thought and focused on it, I could remember everything. But yes, I do remember the awful, poisonous light that wasn't water... and the people who weren't people."
He shivers here for a moment. "But, that's why anathemic knowledge was something I simply couldn't let go. I wasn't willing to forget anymore, to forget anything ever again."
Kaja is slowly blinking it off, "I'm sorry, what?" he says, sounding rather sleepy.
"The Moore that is not Moore," The Authority murmurs in consideration, "Is that something you faced there? It's a fun place to visit - it's the things of nightmare phantasms and bright daydreams at once. I was there, once, when something went unusually awry."
"Somehow or another, I do." Moore says. "...Wait, you can just... go there?"
Huh.
"I never really considered that as a possibility, but I suppose it makes sense, since you have to be able to deliver people there somehow." He says with a thoughtful sigh. "So were you there -because- something went awry, or did something go awry when you were just there?"
"I was taken there, it was an emergency," The Authority says, "Something went wrong, badly wrong."
"I want to go back there someday, but..." Moore shakes his head. "I try to look mainly to the future, you know? Still... that must've been a rough day, or series of days." A smile after that. "I'm glad you cleared it up, whatever it was."
Moore smiles after that. "So, if you don't mind my asking... and I bet you get this a lot, but what's the difference between 'wisdom' and 'holy wisdom'?"
Kaja looks rather out of it, mouth slightly agape and staring ahead blankly. He blinks a few times and goes back to his meal, not saying a word. He has a bite and stares out at the scenery, eyes slowly glazing over.
"Wisdom and holy wisdom?" Here the Authority rises, pacing back and forth, his eyes alight. "Then we have to come to a point of both wisdom and knowledge: What does the word holy mean, Moore?"
"Something sacred, usually something good." Moore says, simply.
"A shallow but accurate definition," The Authority paces to the edge of the flying platform, before turning and marching right back. "There have been entire books written to define what precisely holy means, but in half a dozen words you've come close to the crux of it. Something sacred, consecrated, righteous or good. Something that by innate nature is pure goodness."
Here the Authority stops before you, "The answer is self evident now: Holy wisdom is wisdom that is inherently instructive and clarifying in the ways of the good. Wisdom that once learned, enlightens and teaches you something of what is good, so that you may grow and climb higher up the mountain. Something that by knowing and understanding, you have come closer to Chronias."
"Hm... that does make sense." Moore says with a nod. "So, what is your opinion on the difference between wisdom and knowledge? To me, knowledge is the act of having information, but wisdom is how you actually apply that information."
"That one is easy," The Authority says, "Knowledge is knowing that touching a fire elemental will burn you. Wisdom is the good sense not to touch a fire elemental." Going back to sit again, "Knowledge is nothing without wisdom."
Moore laughs at that. "That does make a lot of sense. Well, I really appreciate your time and your invitation. I hope you'll consider visiting Hope's Landing sometime. We had Authority Mazana recently, and she seemed to be pleased with it."
"You're welcome to come again," Is the answer you get, "Preferably once Kaja recovers."
Kaja eats slowly, not seeming to notice at all.
"You're a rising star here - you may be bound higher before it's all done."
Moore laughs a little. "I know that look, I had it on my face a few times in the past. I will come back, when I have time to devote to the wisdom here."
A handshake is offered and given, and from there...
Going back home now?
Yar.
As you fly back Kaja says, "...did I miss something," he finally says, "That entire meeting's a blur, except for the food. The food was good."
"It's anathemic knowledge." Moore explains. "In one ear and out the other... literally, sometimes."
A rather sour noise at that, a grunt from deep within him. "It becomes more irritating when your friend is exempt and you are not."
"You have no idea!" Moore days with a grin. "It took me a long time to overcome it. I can try and teach you if you want."
"I don't have a world to draw on," Kaja shakes his head, "I'll not bother without that, I doubt I'll succeed. Unless you know of a world willing to help."
Moore laughs at that as they fly on. "I can't speak for it, but I think Lifasa would still help you. You'd just have to have the same sort of dogged determination."
"We'll have to try," Kaja finally says, "Can you just tell it to help me?"
"I can ask." Moore says. "We can see how that goes."
Thus you return home and...
Any other todo as I wrap up with Alicia and Seira's end of things?
Nope.
As you reach back, going to your room for a chance to rest and prepare?
Well done.
Moore blinks and looks out his window, up towards the light of Chronias. "Thank you, though I must admit I am unsure as to what I did." He says, as if Zaphkiel was there with him.
Sorry about the delay, forgot to get my Dad a birthday present. Had a scramble for that, couldn't wait.
You continue to grow in ways big and small.
Should you become One and use the divine seed, it will be your nature to lead other.
Moore can't help but smile at that. "I have a long way to go, yet, but your words inspire me." He says. "I will see to it that hope continues to thrive against hopelessness."
Continue on. There is still much more to go.
"I'm too stubborn to give up." Moore says with a smile.
There is no reply to that, only a sense of radiance around you.
"One day I'll come bring you hope too, Eblis..." Moore says quietly.
Soon.
You find yourself murmuring that word, a sense of things coming, a sense of ageless, eternal anticipation.
Soon.
Moore nods to himself. Nothing to do now but see what tomorrow brings... but until it's tomorrow, he'll wander around!
Just wasting time until tomorrow, really.
Let me pause you, I need to finish up and get everything moving tomorrow, but you're on short strings. Go ahead and work on those nagging and loot posts, see if we can get that all hammered out.
Noted.
Okay, just to refresh on plotting since it's been a week+ due to vacation: What was your plans for next efreet war move?
As far as I'm aware we are waiting. What comes, comes. I have no issue with us being an element Seira can utilize if she requests us to hit a target.
Okay, give me one moment to finish up with Seira there, then, I think she's close unless interruptions come. If not I'll option back to you.
Also see PM.
Done.
As you wait..."Moore," Grias says, "There's something being brought from Jovar for you. They're in the courtyard."
Moore blinks out of his quiet reverie as he goes to see what this is!
A dozen archons carry it - a great cube of stone that's roughly Hanna sized, a gray stone radiant with light, radiant as a bright lantern. Leading them is a throne archon, clad in armor and helm, who bows as you emerge, "Duke," he calls, "We bring what you requested from Jovar."
"Goodness, I'm sorry to have put so many of you out to deliver it." Moore says. He bows at his waist nonetheless. "You have my eternal thanks for its creation and delivery."
"I am Radiant Sentinel," The archon introduces himself, "Where do you wish for the stone to be placed? Moving it once it is placed down will require many men."
"Please place it here, in the center of the fortress behind this building." Moore says.
my mental image has it behind the Hall of Diplomacy and more or less centered in the ring that makes up the outside walls.
Sure, that's fine. Just make a note of that for Hope's Landing.
It is done and placed down as requested, as...
Loot.
"Thank you again." Moore says.
Anything to do with it or is that good for that little delivery bit?
All Good here
One moment then.
Moving you to a new thread on Seira's.