My people had many merits. Acceptance and kindness were not among them, even for their own kin.
[He had no shame in admitting it, he was long past jaded by his own culture, not to mention the many years he spent separated from it after his people had fallen. That was not where his interest lay, however. His initial opinion of the man had been oafish warrior, he was surprised to hear that his values coincided with what his own duties once entailed. His were on a grander scale, but he also had control of a fair sized military force in his day.]
It would depend on which God the Knight served. I am no knight myself, but I served Mythal, a Goddess of justice. She watched over her people as a mother would a child. Those that served her served the People, much the same as you serve yours.
[ The old knight laughs a little at that. He approves of those that say it like it is. He has no patience for word games and indirect talk. He appreciates that this knight would be so frank with him, a stranger. ] I see. Well, then I am doubly glad that you aren't your kin, sir knight.
[ He then smiles more and shakes his head. ] The goddess of justice. She sounds like someone I would have liked. However, I serve no god. I serve no king. I serve all who need me. And I hope to be able to do so here as well. These people here live simple and quiet lives. I wish to help them stay at peace. This is why I carry my armor and do not wear it and why I would bring my armor here in the first place instead of letting it stay above, waiting for me.
Because I mean to serve these people and any others I might find that need a knight. A shield is no good if it doesn't protect and I am just that. I am a shield. And perhaps some day, I will be able to fight alongside of you in my armor. The both of us protecting these innocent people.
[ That said, he shifts that heavy plate and starts on his way towards his place again. He doesn't mind if he is followed. In fact, he would love to learn more of this knight and his world. ] Could you tell me more? Of this goddess of Justice?
Those under Mythal were often more sympathetic, but nobility shall be nobility regardless of allegiances and loyalty.
[And thus insufferable and ignorant of the world outside of their petty squabbles. Sometimes he was not sure what left him more jaded, the centuries keeping watch over a lost cause, or the centuries he had to suffer attempted civil conversation with the nobility.]
A noble pursuit, however I cannot say that I share your faith in the collective goodwill of those here. [As if that wasn't already apparent by his earlier remarks.]
Though I am uncertain if our places on the battlefield would be side by side. My armor was built to deflect spells and other magic, not spears and axes. I am a mage, while I am capable of fighting on the front lines, it is far from an ideal position for me.
[He hesitates for a moment before deciding on following along. In spite of the obvious size difference in their strides, Abelas has little trouble keeping up. He moved swiftly and with a trained wariness, even throughout the conversation, a part of his attention was on their surroundings.]
Mythal- she was a mother to her people, protective and fierce. Those who came to her were judged, she saw into the hearts of those who petitioned her. Those with pure minds and open hearts were granted protection and sanctuary, and she would harry those that had wronged them until the end of their days. Those who sought to incite her wrath upon the undeserving, whether out of greed, or envy, or imagined and petty slights were struck down.
She also served as a voice of reason among the other gods. When Falon'din and Eglar'nan, the gods of death and vengeance respectively, had a dispute that threatened to escalate into civil war, she convinced them to settle the matter with a dual between their greatest champions instead. Eventually Falon'din's vanity and desire for adulation drove him into other lands, slaying all that would not take a knee to him, when he threatened Mythal's lands she rallied the other gods against him. He was eventually forced to surrender when bloodied in his own temple.
I have never beheld one so worthy of the adulation of a god as Mythal.
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My people had many merits. Acceptance and kindness were not among them, even for their own kin.
[He had no shame in admitting it, he was long past jaded by his own culture, not to mention the many years he spent separated from it after his people had fallen. That was not where his interest lay, however. His initial opinion of the man had been oafish warrior, he was surprised to hear that his values coincided with what his own duties once entailed. His were on a grander scale, but he also had control of a fair sized military force in his day.]
It would depend on which God the Knight served. I am no knight myself, but I served Mythal, a Goddess of justice. She watched over her people as a mother would a child. Those that served her served the People, much the same as you serve yours.
no subject
[ He then smiles more and shakes his head. ] The goddess of justice. She sounds like someone I would have liked. However, I serve no god. I serve no king. I serve all who need me. And I hope to be able to do so here as well. These people here live simple and quiet lives. I wish to help them stay at peace. This is why I carry my armor and do not wear it and why I would bring my armor here in the first place instead of letting it stay above, waiting for me.
Because I mean to serve these people and any others I might find that need a knight. A shield is no good if it doesn't protect and I am just that. I am a shield. And perhaps some day, I will be able to fight alongside of you in my armor. The both of us protecting these innocent people.
[ That said, he shifts that heavy plate and starts on his way towards his place again. He doesn't mind if he is followed. In fact, he would love to learn more of this knight and his world. ] Could you tell me more? Of this goddess of Justice?
no subject
[And thus insufferable and ignorant of the world outside of their petty squabbles. Sometimes he was not sure what left him more jaded, the centuries keeping watch over a lost cause, or the centuries he had to suffer attempted civil conversation with the nobility.]
A noble pursuit, however I cannot say that I share your faith in the collective goodwill of those here. [As if that wasn't already apparent by his earlier remarks.]
Though I am uncertain if our places on the battlefield would be side by side. My armor was built to deflect spells and other magic, not spears and axes. I am a mage, while I am capable of fighting on the front lines, it is far from an ideal position for me.
[He hesitates for a moment before deciding on following along. In spite of the obvious size difference in their strides, Abelas has little trouble keeping up. He moved swiftly and with a trained wariness, even throughout the conversation, a part of his attention was on their surroundings.]
Mythal- she was a mother to her people, protective and fierce. Those who came to her were judged, she saw into the hearts of those who petitioned her. Those with pure minds and open hearts were granted protection and sanctuary, and she would harry those that had wronged them until the end of their days. Those who sought to incite her wrath upon the undeserving, whether out of greed, or envy, or imagined and petty slights were struck down.
She also served as a voice of reason among the other gods. When Falon'din and Eglar'nan, the gods of death and vengeance respectively, had a dispute that threatened to escalate into civil war, she convinced them to settle the matter with a dual between their greatest champions instead. Eventually Falon'din's vanity and desire for adulation drove him into other lands, slaying all that would not take a knee to him, when he threatened Mythal's lands she rallied the other gods against him. He was eventually forced to surrender when bloodied in his own temple.
I have never beheld one so worthy of the adulation of a god as Mythal.