"Oh, a few weeks. Me, Illy and Oria all graduated at the same time. Luckily our class was small enough that they put us three together for our dungeoneering team."
"Only a few years. My family was agnostic and I took Theological Studies when I first came to the academy, I was initiated into the faith the summer after that."
Edmund stumbled for a moment under the barrage of questions.
"I became a Witch because I felt I could best serve the goddess by using my talent for Shadow magic to its fullest. I've been as far as Floor 17--the Tombs are a scary place--and I came to believe because I felt a connection with Lior's scriptures that I simply didn't feel with any of the other deities. I can't really say more without revealing some of our mysteries."
"Wait, the tombs? ...Full of undead, right? It shouldn't be an issue for us when we get down there, I know a fire wall spell that undead are REALLY not fond of"
The Tombs again. N considered asking more of Edmund, but what Nathan uncovered should be enough. For now, at least.
That curiosity sated, N mulled on Turk's questions. 'When did you convert?' 'What made you believe?'. The interest in religion is surprising. Does he worship a god?
"I tried capturing a slime to make it a pet. I tried burrowing through the floor of the second floor to the third floor just to get a chest, only to fall through and then fall from the ceiling of the second floor, thus defying the laws of physics. If I want to dig through the tombs, then come hell or high water I will dig through the tombs"
"Oria is a wizard, she's the third member of our company. She's....odd." Edmund scratches his hat in contemplation. "Fascinated with dichotomies and stuff."
Kenneth stared at his shoes as he walked, arms behind his back. The provenance of the bones returned to his mind again and again, then the goblin suffocated by the bag, the ashes, the hand.
"Well, like most Liorites, I believe that after we die, our souls join the Mana Dream. Of course, I guess that's a vague thing to say." He looked up "Considering that there's always been so much theological debate over what the Mana Dream is. I like to think it's a place where all of life's worries are absolved in favor of pure understanding." Edmund fiddled with something in his pocket. He supposed he was sort of dodging the question in a way, but that was what his faith said, and what he believed. More or less.
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"Ah, Ilmenda? Lovely woman, isn't she?" Edmund placed a hand on his cheek and sighed contentedly.
"Anyway! I'd best show you gentlemen to the chapel."
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"Well, considering that you just walked through the academy holding a skull in your hands, I don't think you can do any worse, Mr. Coal."
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As long as N had to participate in this macabre expedition, he might as well garner more information for his files.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Edmund stumbled for a moment under the barrage of questions.
"I became a Witch because I felt I could best serve the goddess by using my talent for Shadow magic to its fullest. I've been as far as Floor 17--the Tombs are a scary place--and I came to believe because I felt a connection with Lior's scriptures that I simply didn't feel with any of the other deities. I can't really say more without revealing some of our mysteries."
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
That curiosity sated, N mulled on Turk's questions. 'When did you convert?' 'What made you believe?'. The interest in religion is surprising. Does he worship a god?
"Well that's um....interesting. To hear, that is."
Edmund privately thinks that this fellow may be slightly insane.
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guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
What god would Turk worship? As N mulled over the question, no clear answer appeared. A god of fire? Of charm? Of sharp teeth?
"Here it is!" He takes out the Ridiculous Looking Earth Staff made of a goblin's stick, a goblin's charred hand, and two earth charms
"....Lovely."
Definitely insane.
"...are you an Earth mage?"
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guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
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Your Imp summons, and seems to still be flexing from earlier. Evidently, he is quite impressed with himself.
"Interesting."
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guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"So, who is Oria? I don't think we've met her yet."