Kelt Major prays to you

My name is Kelt Major, Commander over a Compan of Knights in the service of the Goodlands. 95 years old, an Elf, and highly regarded for my Sun Magic, which I owe the Gods for.

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Rolling in the Deep | Open

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‘I thought Demonic culture was mostly vegetarian?’ Kelt asked, a bit confused. Maybe he was mixing the religions up. ‘But to eat with the Knights… maybe after all this solving of riddles everyone will be pretty hungry.’ He looked around, before deciding not even food could merge them together. ‘Nah, pretty sure it’s a waste of food.’

Kelt laughed. ‘Hey, who am I to judge,’ he chuckled. ‘I thought maybe you had some sort of survival kit, like paint to make a large S.O.S. sign, you know, when stuff gets bad,’ he proposed. ‘But likely I was just overreacting.’ He patted the butt of the pig. ‘Hop on, let’s take a look into the shed, maybe they have paint there.’ His insides were all giddy thinking of riding a pig with a DracoMancer behind him, someone had to paint that.

“Well I think you’re forgetting that while they were kidnapped from their homes before they could delightfully be burned at the stake most of the Mancers are not from a Demonic background.” Borus replied crossing his arms in front of him. Sure people like him might have been raised in the culture, but no he was not demonic, and he’d fight anyone tooth and nail that told him otherwise. 

Shaking it off though Borus took a deep breath. “Why would I need paint when I can literally just create my own smoke signal out of thin air?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. Sure the Knight probably didn’t know he was talking to a chaos magician, but Borus figured that even if he hadn’t been aware, paint was probably the last thing a soldier wanted when trying to devise a way to call for help. But then again it might be different in Knight land or whatever. 

Looking at the pig though Borus couldn’t keep the slight air of disgust off of his face. “Do i have to ride the pig?” He asked wrinkling his nose in replusion. 

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‘Sure, not from it. But I can imagine growing up among people who are, you can hardly ignore being affected one way or another,’ he said. Meanwhile he was thinking about the books he had read about the DracoMancers, about how young some of them were when they were brought to Yartihn. He could imagine some having little to no memory of an other culture, and without knowledge copy the culture they came in touch with. Which of course, was Demonic. But maybe this one painted a more true picture. 

‘Ah,’ kelt said, both surprised and impressed. ‘Chaos Magic, then. Well, that explains why you’re not carrying any paint,’ he concluded and laughed at his own joke. ‘And yes, I’m thinking that riding a pig to get through this mess is a lot saver than trying to walk on foot through the mud pool.’ He looked at his muddy boots. ‘Trust me. And to ease your mind, I won’t tell on you, promise. No one will ever hear about your adventure as a pig rider.’ 

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Rolling in the Deep | Open

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The Mancer looked kind of grumpy, maybe that was a Mancer thing. The cold and all. Kelt kept on smiling. He liked the opportunity to hang out with the DracoMancers in small moments of peace. Afterwards he knew they were going to be enemies again. ‘yeah, but killing them all now is going to be a waste of meat anyway, unless you’re planning on holding a Mancer/Knight barbecue, but I don’t think anyone would be up for that. And I haven’t seen any of the citizens around. So either way: it’s a waste of good food,’ Kelt argued.

‘Besides, I don’t think killing them all is going to work. That would be way too easy, we need to solve this game some other way.’ He stirred the pig to face all the other pigs. ‘Let’s take the long way. Do you have paint?’

“They could,” Borus retorted with a half hearted shrug “You don’t know what a hangry macer would do for a nice pork sandwich after all.” it was clear he was on the losing side of this particular battle and he knew it, but it had been a nice and easy thought while it lasted. 

Staring at the other man though Borus could feel his brow start to rise with every new word that was uttered in the silence between them. “You know I think the better question is do I look like the type to just walk around with a bucket of purple passion number 10?’ He asked incredulously crossing his arms in front of him, “Because unless you can tell me where you think I might hide it in these pants, it looks like I’m fresh out”

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‘I thought Demonic culture was mostly vegetarian?’ Kelt asked, a bit confused. Maybe he was mixing the religions up. ‘But to eat with the Knights... maybe after all this solving of riddles everyone will be pretty hungry.’ He looked around, before deciding not even food could merge them together. ‘Nah, pretty sure it’s a waste of food.’ 

Kelt laughed. ‘Hey, who am I to judge,’ he chuckled. ‘I thought maybe you had some sort of survival kit, like paint to make a large S.O.S. sign, you know, when stuff gets bad,’ he proposed. ‘But likely I was just overreacting.’ He patted the butt of the pig. ‘Hop on, let’s take a look into the shed, maybe they have paint there.’ His insides were all giddy thinking of riding a pig with a DracoMancer behind him, someone had to paint that. 

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Rolling in the Deep | Open

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Kelt had been pretty excited at playing games - at first that was - until finding out that these games were more like dangerous tricks that could actually get you killed, unlike, say, a game of chess. And he was pretty sure he would be just as bad at it as he was at chess.

But this game however: find the key in a bundle of pigs, turned out to be pretty okay for him. For one: he liked pigs. Second: pigs liked him. So he had been climbing his way around, following the lead of a Mancer - clear from the outfit - whose face he couldn’t see, looking for a pig. Within ten minutes he was covered head to toe in mud, smelling just as badly as the pigs did, and smiling the whole way through. He saw the Mancer reach the fence, and had - purely by accident - gotten himself a piggy back ride.

As opposed to how he imagined piggy back rides to be - lots of holding on, hoping not to fall off - he was pretty comfortable on the back of his pig. ‘But all those poor pigs,’ Kelt said, looking hopelessly at the crawling creatures. ‘There has to be a better way to do it that doesn’t involve wasting life.’ He looked at the Mancer then. He knew this one, just couldn’t recall when they had met. Had they ever fought each other?

Looking at the Knight riding the pig, Borus had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. How he got stuck with the hippy dippy flower child was beyond him. But he guessed it was better than being out here in the mud by himself, though if he had a choice he’d at least have wanted his ‘buddy’ to be a mancer for gods sake. 

“Better probably,” He replied to the others comment “But quicker, probably not” Shaking his head Borus stretched a little. He was all for doing this quickly and efficiently, as the less he had to be in the mud pit the better. “Plus if you think about it all of these pigs are going to be killed for meat within in the next year anyway, so its not like we’re taking a long and happy life from them.”

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The Mancer looked kind of grumpy, maybe that was a Mancer thing. The cold and all. Kelt kept on smiling. He liked the opportunity to hang out with the DracoMancers in small moments of peace. Afterwards he knew they were going to be enemies again. ‘yeah, but killing them all now is going to be a waste of meat anyway, unless you’re planning on holding a Mancer/Knight barbecue, but I don’t think anyone would be up for that. And I haven’t seen any of the citizens around. So either way: it’s a waste of good food,’ Kelt argued. 

‘Besides, I don’t think killing them all is going to work. That would be way too easy, we need to solve this game some other way.’ He stirred the pig to face all the other pigs. ‘Let’s take the long way. Do you have paint?’

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Frenchball Quizz #3

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Rolling in the Deep | Open

If he ever made it out of this stupid pen Borus Garkouw vowed that he would never eat another piece of bacon for as long as he lived.

Ok. That was all a big fat lie. But it seemed like a good promise to make in the moment as Borus slid gracefully into the railing of the fence, desperate to get to some sort of solid ground. Hauling himself up onto the top rail he let the pigs calm a little more trying to figure out another plan that was better, and possiblycleaner than you know, running after them.

“I’m telling you, we should just start killing the ones we already know don’t have the key.” Borus huffed to the person next to him wiping some of the mud off on what was left of his spotless shirt. “That way we get what we want and the farmer gets tons of bacon without lifting a finger. There is no downside.”

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Kelt had been pretty excited at playing games - at first that was - until finding out that these games were more like dangerous tricks that could actually get you killed, unlike, say, a game of chess. And he was pretty sure he would be just as bad at it as he was at chess. 

But this game however: find the key in a bundle of pigs, turned out to be pretty okay for him. For one: he liked pigs. Second: pigs liked him. So he had been climbing his way around, following the lead of a Mancer - clear from the outfit - whose face he couldn’t see, looking for a pig. Within ten minutes he was covered head to toe in mud, smelling just as badly as the pigs did, and smiling the whole way through. He saw the Mancer reach the fence, and had - purely by accident - gotten himself a piggy back ride.

As opposed to how he imagined piggy back rides to be - lots of holding on, hoping not to fall off - he was pretty comfortable on the back of his pig. ‘But all those poor pigs,’ Kelt said, looking hopelessly at the crawling creatures. ‘There has to be a better way to do it that doesn’t involve wasting life.’ He looked at the Mancer then. He knew this one, just couldn’t recall when they had met. Had they ever fought each other? 

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We’re in Different Cities || Killah & Kelt

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She didn’t say anything one way or the other about Karadas’ death, and Kelt just barrelled on through anyway so it didn’t seem like he was expecting to hear her personal lamentations on the old king’s death. Which was definitely for the best, as there probably wasn’t going to be much she could say that wasn’t speaking ill of the dead. It was good to hear the whole operation wasn’t falling to pieces though, it’d make Deas’ job a fair bit easier if his army could stay operational. If she’d stopped to think about it, Killah would have been amazed that she’d actually supported the Knights staying functional, for the sake of a ruler and his fellow leaders. Things had certainly changed in unexpected ways for her.

She scoffed at Kelt’s assertion about Landon. “Oh, gods. I didn’t take him out so much as manage to not die while my magic did the rest, and of course it wasn’t enjoyable. The way people talk about it, you’d think I went up against the guy with the intention of being a badass— really, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough, and nearly didn’t. If Bane hadn’t come by at the right time and decided to save my sorry hide, Greenie’s buddy would have sliced me up right there.” She shrugged. “I mean, I’m glad the beast is out of the picture now, but I really…” she shook her head. “Well, you’re welcome, for what it’s worth.”

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Killah did throw away his compliment very easily, as she did the situation. Of course, he guessed few people would like to become a hero in situations like these. Forced to overcome fears, and winning only at chance. But he wished she could be happy, or at least grateful that the Gods had helped her stay alive. He knew a lot of people who had not survived a meeting with the green wolf. But still he was sad for her, just for her. 

‘I guess it doesn’t make you a hero. But I’m glad you survived, and I am glad Bane was there to save you. But this victory, even against one person, it is going to help a lot of people. You’re amazing for being brave enough to face him. I would’ve run like no other,’ he said, and smiled softly. He showed Killah his skill by running on his place, complete with many waving arms and legs. ‘Oh, you should meet Masla. She’s a dragon warrior’ - yes waving arms reminded him of Dragons - ‘and I met her once, brilliant aura, she’s amazing,’ Kelt said. 

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We’re in Different Cities || Killah & Kelt

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She shrugged in response, and smirked. “We all need a good ramble now and then. Unless you’re, like, Deas.” That sparked a genuine question that she could ask the Commander, and she felt at ease enough with him that she did. “How’re things going, with all that? The Commanders and Sers and so on, they all doing okay with the change in management?”

They began to walk along the pier, where they could see the boats in the water and the gulls circling overhead. Killah just shook her head and laughed at his story about the dog, then bit her lip to keep a straight face when he mentioned Tyr. “Probably good idea to check in with him just in case, then,” she ventured with some amusement. He must have been quite strange to work with, from a military standpoint, if he couldn’t remember a meeting with the Ser. 

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‘And there are enough subjects to ramble about, say... climate change, heard the extremes in the weather are acting up, before you know it, the next Storm of the North is hitting. I saw these amazing blankets the other day, they had images of puppies knitted on them. Truly amazing!’ He went on, before taking on her more serious questions. ‘I think they’re doing fine. Last I heard Ser Bealish doesn’t really mind Deas, she’s just sad about Karadas’ death, but aren’t we all. And Tyr is his good old self. Things can always be better, but for now I guess we’re good. I think as Commanders we’re trying extra hard to keep the Compagnis together.’ 

Kelt walked along without question, he enjoyed a bit of company, Ser Tyr wasn’t much for appointments, so he could probably drop by whenever he liked. Or maybe he couldn’t, but he would. ‘yes, just in case,’ he said and grinned. ‘So, how have you been? Heard you made a name for yourself at Landon. I think you saved a lot of people when he took out the Mancer.’ He rubbed his nose. He didn’t like killing much, but he saw what good it did in this case. ‘Thank you.’ 

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We’re in Different Cities || Killah & Kelt

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Killah chuckled. She hadn’t gotten to say much more than a cursory hello to the Commander since she’d returned, and he was characteristically cool about everything. At least some people knew how to not take things personally. She followed Kelt’s lead, and listened to his remarks on the scenery. “I s’pose so, I enjoy being out in the city when I get the chance. And it’s a pleasant change to be out of the desert again—though I do miss the heat. They call this spring?”

Squinting at Kelt, she asked, “So, why are you in town? Aren’t you lot usually back in Betechem? Don’t tell me—you saw someone frowning when you flew over the city, and you just had to stop and cheer them up?” Her smile was crooked and more than a little teasing, but in a happy sort of way. She wouldn’t be surprised if something  similarly odd had drawn the Commander here. “And is it just you, or’s the rest of your Compan around here? Sidjay with you?” She’d love to get a round in with her favourite sparring partner if it was at all possible. Her injured leg was still stiff and weak from healing.

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Kelt was glad to have run into someone who he could talk with, and who knew him for the active ball of sunshine, which he was. ‘I think they do. It’s very different from deserts, you can say. Less... heaty, if I can recall. But maybe people enjoy the same climate they have grown adjusted to as they grew up. Like someone who has been used to rain all their lives, might feel less great about a climate where rain is less frequent. Or I am just rambling about these things.’ 

He smiled at her. ‘I think I was here to talk to Ser Tyr, or maybe I’ve forgotten. Not important now, I have two days before I get to take a Dragon back. But maybe, I did see someone frowning, but I think I helped her already, she lost her dog,’ he admitted, his nose in the air as he thought. ‘No, I got here alone. I am sorry, wished I could take the rest along, they would’ve loved an adventure to the city, but I had something important to do here. Still think it was something that had to do with Tyr.’ 

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We’re in Different Cities || Killah & Kelt

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Killah was out for a walk when she spotted a familiar head bobbing erratically over the crowd near the docks and their quarters. She liked Liviohon—the fishing boats reminded her of being oceanside in Warelestian, which was always her favourite part of year.

Speaking of Warelestian, Chodi was taking his responsibilities as pseudo-advisor to Deas quite seriously. It was hard to talk to him sometimes, because he would begin rambling about tribal politics and she… didn’t… give… even the ghost of a fuck about it. So, walking was a good afternoon distraction. She was about to greet Kelt, when he collided with one of the tables of a restaurant patio, tossing a bowl wide and flailing in a frankly astounding series of motions. She reached out, and managed to catch him before he fell. Straightening, she kept a hand on either one of his shoulders, and turned him around to face her, grinning. “You’re gonna up our casualty count if you’re not careful. Points for impressiveness if you take someone out with a dinner plate, though.”

Before getting the chance to fall horribly and probably smash some other things around, Kelt was caught. He raised his head to find Killah reaching out her hands and helped him up. Turned him round and made him face her. He copied her grin. ‘It would’ve been a very neat trick,’ he said, and threw a gaze around at the destruction that lay in his wake. He felt a bit ashamed. 

‘Though I think the next casualty on my count is going to be me, if I continue to make messes like this.’ He waited for Killah to let go of his shoulder, and guided her away from the tables and eating people. ‘I was hoping to run into a fellow Knight, as expected you have a good place here at the docks. It’s pretty. I like how clean the water is.’ 

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We’re in Different Cities || Killah & Kelt

Skipping through the streets of Liviohon, the sister city of Betechem, and home of Ser Tyr and the Betechem Compan, a whole different place from where Kelt lived, with buildings spread out more evenly, and with more water. He knew that Ser Tyr loved his little boats, so running into that man was easiest at the docs. The same went for the Compan buildings. While their group in Betechem had a large mansion fit for thirteen, in Liviohon things were different. They too had a mansion, but at the water. Lucky people. They probably swam all the time. He looked jealously at the port and ran quickly to the Knight occupied docks. 

Running so weirdly that he kicked a bowl from a table, and slammed his arm into a person. How did a man who was such an oaf in real life, do so well on the battlefield. Not even kelt had answers for that. He just turned around to apologize, bumping his but into the next person. For some reason he was reminded of the last time he saved a chicken.

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A Prayer of Thanks || Writing Challenge

Kelt gazed at the night sky, then back at the backyard of their Betechem home. Everyone else was inside, getting warm by the fire, talking about anything but the battle. They had been back for a day now, adjusting to a life without constant battle was odd, even if that battle had only lasted two days. He sought the company of beings from out of this world, just for a moment, just to thank them. 

He choose a good spot, and sat down on his but, his legs crossed, and his forearms resting on his knees. He was wearing a warm sweater, a cold weather had passed. The pink and blue stripped outfit did catch some attention, he could hear people whispering as they walked past, but ignored whatever they were saying. He closed his eyes and imagined a link between him and Out of Time, a link to the Gods.

‘Leia, Marcous, and Raylan, thank you for protecting me and my Compan during our days in the battle. We’ve enjoyed your protection, and all have come back safely. A few cuts and bruises, but nothing serious. Please, watch over Daneal Oas, he has been captured, and I fear for his sanity, being out there in HagaFosiel all alone. Please, protect and care for our King Deas Uef, I fear he needs help on his path, even if he’s doing pretty well as it is,’ Kelt said, keeping his eyes shut and his body completely still. He smiled when mentioning Deas. Good guy, that one. 

Kelt had a rather strange way of praying, he would always talk to the Gods, tell them about his Compan, how they were doing, how they felt, wether they needed help. It was his bond with a supernatural power that calmed him to a point where he could still live with himself. It kept him sane. And that was something he needed considering his position, considering his age, and those who had died around him. 

‘Johnus is doing fine, I think he feels a bit shaken by the battle, he had a few encounters with Mancers that didn’t go so well. Sidjay is mostly there to keep his head up, she is pretty excited about the storms that’s coming in from the Masadur. We’ve bought rainjackets and ponchos to go watch it at the walls. I guess we have some of you to thank for that. Saraas was pretty worse after the battle, she got a big cut on her leg, but they took care of her quickly, and she’s up and running again. She told me the other day that she would want to train with an other Gold Magician. Good thing I know a few.’

By now no more people walked past, which made the silence around him heavier. Sometimes he wished more people held faith in the gods, so he could pray together with them. 

‘Migwa has been doing alright, she filled in for me a few times during the second day, led people around, told them where I was, what our missions were. She was pretty helpful. I do hope she one day gets a Compan, she surprises me each time with doing better at what she wishes to become.  And oh, Menjai. Menjai did fine. I did notice she was a bit on edge, maybe because it was the first battle led by her cousin, not Karadas, but Deas. I think she really misses him. I feel for her, he was more than just a king to her.

‘From what I heard, Samual took care of Jeiramey during the first day, I didn’t see the Teccup the day after, and when we got back he admitted to being hospitalized. For someone who doesn’t talk very much, he was very descriptive about his numb legs, and how Blue Magicians worked hard to restore feeling. He still silently complains about not feeling his toes, I can see him pinch them through the window now. Samual has asked leave to visit his sister, I didn’t even ask Ser Bealish if that was alright, I get that he wants to check on her as soon as possible, so I let him. 

‘Olphan was missing all during the second night, no one has an idea where she went, but I hope she had fun. She has been avoiding me since we got back, maybe she thinks I’ll be angry at her for not being battle ready the third day, but none of that matters, because there wasn’t a third day. Mohmay has knitted me a scarf, for no reason other than Samual told him that Teccups do not have a good clothing business because they are bad at it. Their argument must’ve been harsh if it convinced Mohmay to make something. It’s a really good scarf though. 

‘Then there is Liev and Zolyn, I think they grew a bit closer when I assigned them to the same Dragon. Liev got food poisoning during the flight back, I think it was something she ate in Dragones. We had to stop five times. She’s feeling better now though. Zolyn has got this mother instinct about her, she recognized Liev was getting sick and send us to the ground, she even knew a bit about what herbs to use to get rid of the stomach aches. If I ever feel like throwing up, I am happy to know she’s in my Compan.

‘Well, I think that was it for tonight. Johnus is forcing me to play some card game with him and Samual, he wanted to invite Migwa too, but apparently she crushes at games. I am in for a treat!’ 

Kelt smiled and stood up, brushing the dirt from his pants. He gave one more look at the night sky, before he headed back inside, where it was warm and cozy. 

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Fire Crackers || Markus vs. Kelt

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Watching as the other countered quite nicely Markus tried his best to react quickly to the attack. The other man was running straight toward him with fire bouncing everywhere, so Markus did what he’d thought the other would never expect. He dove to the ground trying to make himself less of a target. Pulling as much energy from the earth as he could, Markus rolled forward till he was almost in front of the man arms covered in as much of a shield as he could possibly make before reaching out to shock whatever metal was the closest.

Instead of remaining still as the Mancer had done twice before, he seemed to have other ideas. The pain rising and setting in his body kept him wary, so when his opponent reached down - as if to pick something up - Kelt slowed his speed, wanting to see what was going to happen from a saver distance. He knew Energy Magic had a few tricks, and having fought Mancers more often than a few times, he was certain that this one knew almost all the tricks. 

His armor began to shake, possibly due to a disturbance in the magnetic field, even more likely to be created by the enemy. He retreated - only slightly - as he extended the heat and searched for a back-up plan. He could not engage if it meant his armor would go into all strange places. No, he decided to engulf the Mancer in shakes of heat. 

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Fire Crackers || Markus vs. Kelt

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Thankfully for Markus his plan had gone relatively successfully as the man before him crashed to the ground for a few moments. Using this time Markus decided instead of attacking at dam near empty he’d fix that little problem. Planting his feet in front of him, Markus focused on drawing out as much energy from the earth as he could as fast as he could, eyes never leaving the other. But even the best laid plans have a tendency to go awry as the uncontrolled heat from the other reached markus.  

Ducking into another shield Markus cut himself off, hoping that the small top up would be enough to hold the other off for now. Taking a step forward markus gathered the energy into his palm again, sending out another burst as he sidestepped again

Back on his feet, Kelt promised himself he wouldn’t fall for an other of those attacks again. He kept himself light, the heat was surging around him, a force of nature that could break badly when colliding with anything that was made of similar materials. He watched the enemy create a sense of force around, a shield of electricity. He readied for the next burst of energy, he was very certain it would follow. Especially now the Mancer had seen what his attack could establish. 

Seeing the build of energy around the Mancer’s palm, Kelt went through his knees. And when the burst seared through the air into his direction, Kelt rolled sideways, making sure to have enough connection with the ground for the few hints of electricity that hit him. He shook for a moment, his body pulsing with it. Then he surged forward, gathering up the heat around his upper body as he ran straight towards the Mancer, bouncing off flames of warmth as the sun itself. 

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Did you fall from heaven, or is your hair just naturally like that?

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Do you think your group is happy?

I am very sure they have happy times, and I am very sure I do whatever I can to keep them that way, or at least to give them some hours without a care in the world. 

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Do you ever think back on everyone who you've lost? since you're so old?

I try not to. But yes, on rare occasions I tend to think back on all my previous commanders, those who were my friends and the ones that were in my Compan. I try to remember the good times, there were a lot of good times.