[that strikes viktor, that assessment, even in terms outside of magic and necromancy. maybe he's been thinking too much about power and those who wield it, what it does to people, the typical, tired line of thinking.
he finishes his drink with a little 'bah' at downing the last of the now warmed beer. yuck, but the task is done.] Interesting you should put it that way. I've met a couple of people who came from a world without magic and the magic they have been developing draws on natural talents they did not regard highly. One man good at reading people able to occasionally read thoughts, for example.
[poetry seems to slip into ortus' words now and again, giving viktor an idea of the kind of poem this man might right. something epic rather than the flowery love poems he usually imagined when thinking of poetry. maybe more like the operas heimendinger was fond of, the rare times viktor saw one himself.
the way he speaks of this matthias though, it really does make the man seem like a the stuff of myths rather than stories.] Perhaps you can explain it better- when I spoke to Palamedes of cavaliers the understanding I got was it would be belittling to call them mere bodyguards. Would you say they are more like... hm, knights? Soldiers?
[Ortus has yet to hear the half of what the weight of power can do, but that lies well ahead of him. For now, he was only thinking of Harrowhark, whose power has always been contingent on a performance of strength that turned her into so much brittle, cracked plex.
He looks away at the mention of powerless people developing magic, a peculiar feeling of reluctance falling across him as he recalls the (deeply unpleasant) action on the ship. When he spoke, it had almost seemed as if -]
An interesting development indeed. Have you found yourself developing such...talents, in your time here? If the question is not overly familiar.
[Perhaps one cannot go around asking people about their magical abilities. Ortus has never met a necromancer who didn't make you aware of their status, one way or another, but it may be different for people who come into such things later in life.]
As for cavaliers, the Warden is correct. A cavalier's duty extends beyond the mere safeguarding of their necromancer's physical person. They are their necromancer's sword arm, their helpmeet, their companion in all of life and death's travails. They have more in common with a knight than a soldier, but in truth, the calling exceeds both.
A true cavalier ennobles their necromancer. They are an indivisible dyad, united in purpose and spirit to achieve heights neither could ascend to singly. It is the highest honor a warrior may aspire to.
[Ortus does not long to be a true cavalier. He merely speaks of them with a wistful, idealistic passion that brings life and lightness to his mournful features even under his mussed paint.]
Oh not at all. [viktor's the curious sort anyway, he'd be a hypocrite to judge people for questions. also he thinks that's a rather fair question to ask in the trench. maybe it's typically a magic faux pas.] I've only noticed one ability myself and have done minimal testing of it.
I accidentally bled over a machine I was working on and found I innately knew the issue was a clog in the tubing. It was... hm, not unlike reading the machine, I suppose. Another example of a skillset I already have emerging in the blood magic.
[his reaction to this was a bit of irritation when if first happened, which he now looks back at with some amusement at finding it a slight, as though he needed blood magic for such a thing. ah, pride. still, a useful enough trick that isn't terribly invasive.
well, and viktor thought pal was top notch at hyping up cavaliers. ortus just blew him out of the water and poetically, which is impressive because pal wasn't a slouch in that department.
(he also glances to his empty glass and feels the oddest spike of envy, at such a bond and from birth. not the knighthood really, not all the drama and protection and ennobling, but just the simplicity of a person there. hm, morose and only one beer in. definitely not having another.)
he pushes the glass to the bartender and shakes his head about another, turning to ortus to ask,] How are they chosen? I was under the impression it all starts quite young.
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he finishes his drink with a little 'bah' at downing the last of the now warmed beer. yuck, but the task is done.] Interesting you should put it that way. I've met a couple of people who came from a world without magic and the magic they have been developing draws on natural talents they did not regard highly. One man good at reading people able to occasionally read thoughts, for example.
[poetry seems to slip into ortus' words now and again, giving viktor an idea of the kind of poem this man might right. something epic rather than the flowery love poems he usually imagined when thinking of poetry. maybe more like the operas heimendinger was fond of, the rare times viktor saw one himself.
the way he speaks of this matthias though, it really does make the man seem like a the stuff of myths rather than stories.] Perhaps you can explain it better- when I spoke to Palamedes of cavaliers the understanding I got was it would be belittling to call them mere bodyguards. Would you say they are more like... hm, knights? Soldiers?
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He looks away at the mention of powerless people developing magic, a peculiar feeling of reluctance falling across him as he recalls the (deeply unpleasant) action on the ship. When he spoke, it had almost seemed as if -]
An interesting development indeed. Have you found yourself developing such...talents, in your time here? If the question is not overly familiar.
[Perhaps one cannot go around asking people about their magical abilities. Ortus has never met a necromancer who didn't make you aware of their status, one way or another, but it may be different for people who come into such things later in life.]
As for cavaliers, the Warden is correct. A cavalier's duty extends beyond the mere safeguarding of their necromancer's physical person. They are their necromancer's sword arm, their helpmeet, their companion in all of life and death's travails. They have more in common with a knight than a soldier, but in truth, the calling exceeds both.
A true cavalier ennobles their necromancer. They are an indivisible dyad, united in purpose and spirit to achieve heights neither could ascend to singly. It is the highest honor a warrior may aspire to.
[Ortus does not long to be a true cavalier. He merely speaks of them with a wistful, idealistic passion that brings life and lightness to his mournful features even under his mussed paint.]
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I accidentally bled over a machine I was working on and found I innately knew the issue was a clog in the tubing. It was... hm, not unlike reading the machine, I suppose. Another example of a skillset I already have emerging in the blood magic.
[his reaction to this was a bit of irritation when if first happened, which he now looks back at with some amusement at finding it a slight, as though he needed blood magic for such a thing. ah, pride. still, a useful enough trick that isn't terribly invasive.
well, and viktor thought pal was top notch at hyping up cavaliers. ortus just blew him out of the water and poetically, which is impressive because pal wasn't a slouch in that department.
(he also glances to his empty glass and feels the oddest spike of envy, at such a bond and from birth. not the knighthood really, not all the drama and protection and ennobling, but just the simplicity of a person there. hm, morose and only one beer in. definitely not having another.)
he pushes the glass to the bartender and shakes his head about another, turning to ortus to ask,] How are they chosen? I was under the impression it all starts quite young.