the shy elite

Ream Toalk - 67 years/ appears as 23 - WoodElf - Lath Magic - DracoMancer

[doctorwhogeneration]

… to me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.

[ream-toalk]

My enemy, the... zombie?! | Gythan & Ream

[gythanwuzto]

Gythan was glad to hear her laugh, it had been a while since he last made someone laugh. He thought maybe his ability to bring joy had been left in Out of Time, and he was without what had once made him so unique. Seemed he had been wrong. A large part of him had been returned to the world of the living, for maybe just a short time. He would take that time to do whatever the Gods expected of him, and to do more. 

‘What’s his name?’ he asked. He couldn’t suppress how curious he was. ‘The Knights have no information on him, nothing at all. Except that he has green hair. He’s kind of a mystery, so don’t mind me if I’m curious,’ he said with a quick grin. ‘I don’t want to do him any harm, I’m dead, I saved my niece, I have nothing in my being that seeks revenge,’ he assured her. 

‘Really?’ He smiled. ‘Yes, I guess it is,’ he said, and smiled. ‘I used to be very proud of it.’ 

‘I don’t know what I said? I can’t remember saying anything,’ he concluded. Now, Gythan wasn’t stupid, he could easily see from her face that he had said something, and thought that maybe he would say something again. ‘I think… just maybe, this is something the Gods put me up to.’ 

[ream-toalk]

Part of hr still felt bad, like she was betraying someone for having fun with the man, but it was difficult to feel guilty, when she was enjoying the moment. She would have time and possibility to feel guilty later, for now she wanted to enjoy this once in a lifetime experience with the Shini. No one knew when something like this would happen again and if Ream would be still alive then.

It was not a strange thing he was asking about Orractous and as much as she enjoyed his company, this was not something she could do. “Well, I suppose you can’t always know everything about your enemy. Not everyone. Seems, he has a nice taste in hair style, hm?” A part of her felt uneasy about the fact they knew nothing about Orractous, yet seemed to have heard about her. “You don’t seem the type who seeks for revenge, but I can’t.” She shook her head. “However, you could find back to your own people, tell them whatever I tell you and in case you really know nothing about him... I can’t do that. I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Yes, I mean every magic has it’s own beauty, but of course I do have my own favorites too.”

“Oh... Oh! That makes sense... I mean no, it does not. I mean, I don’t know what it means what you said...” She sighed and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. It was something about another war in the past... very bloody... It kinda sounded like we didn’t learn from our mistakes.”

[sortos-nefeson]

Can’t Handle the Truth || Ream & Sortos

[sortos-nefeson]

Her answer took him by surprise, he had expected the truth right away, a straight up reply to his question, but she replied with one of her own, and startled him for a bit. Did he really want to know? Hadn’t he asked that himself before. In his mind that was. Yes, he wanted to know, he needed to know. 

‘I don’t know what I am, maybe I am a Dark Soul, and maybe not. I don’t know what I expect or what I want. I just… want something. I’ve always learned to hate Dark Souls, but right now they’re the only ones who have accepted me…’ he paused. He had once heard about someone who wasn’t a Dark Soul at first, and then became one later on in their life. ‘You know that about everyone, right? Everyone on the side of the Mancers.’ He set his eyes on her. ‘I want to know about me.’ 

[ream-toalk]

Ream listened to him, it definitely made it better to know the reason why he needed the answer. Yet, his words also saddened her and she shook her head. “You shouldn’t hate them, being a Dark Soul is not a bad thing, it shouldn’t be viewed as one. You are welcomed here, you should be able to choose where you belong and who you want to fight for. If anyone makes you feel like you don’t belong here, then tell me.”

She closed her eyes, lowering her head. He was right, at least part of what he said was right. Those she got to spend time with, she knew about, but she was not sure as to go as far as to say she knew about every Mancer. Slowly she looked up to him, just one more time she focused on it, reassuring herself she was not giving him the wrong answer, but it all felt like always. “I can sense your Ice Magic, but nothing else, you’re not a Dark Soul.”

[lordtarac-blog]

“It’s no surprise, I start talking about my research as soon as someone brings up magic. I wish I could spend more time on it but yoou know the war is a thing that’s currently happening. Oh no the forty men are not just an escort, they’re to carry back all the books i’ll probably want.”

[ream-toalk]

“Just when they bring up magic? Oh really? I didn’t realize, it must have slipped my attention.” She knew she was being snarky and needed to tune down a bit, but it was often easy to forget considering how much time she spent aroudn Tarac and how comfortable she felt with him around. “I actually shouldn’t be surprised about that.”

[ream-toalk]

My Mind Is A Warrior | Varamadras & Ream

[varamadrasitaul]

He had no idea what Ream would try, but he couldn’t think about the possibility that she had an idea that they never tried. He had to know if it could work or not. ‘I have no idea, but who knows,’ he stated. He ignored her what if maybe because he didn’t want to think about it himself. 

Varamadras nodded and took the lead, out of his office, down the long corridor, an other corridor, and an other corridor, down five stories until they reached the guarded and busy hospital. He saw Lukas nowhere, maybe the man was out to Morto, or having tea with Se’ref. He wasn’t too sure. Orractous’ room was up ahead, no one was visiting him right now Not that it matter, whether the day he arrived there, Orractous was just laying there, still, sleeping endlessly. Imprisoned in his own mind. He placed his hand on the boy’s head and sighed. 

[ream-toalk]

Ream knew she was useful and she did a lot for her people, after all she didn’t become part of the Elite for nothing. But sometimes she wished she could do more, like those who had an active kind of magic. So she needed this, she needed to be able to help Varamadras and Orractous.

Silently she followed the man down the corridores, one after another. Her mind was busy, going over all the what ifs she didn’t dare to speak out loud all the possibilities and all her worries. The hospital was busy, Orractous’ room on the other hand was very quiet. He looked so peaceful laying there, but at the same time it was a very troubling image. She stood there, just a few steps away from the door, looking at the boy, the last time she saw him he was so full of life and now... Ream didn’t even dare to finish the thought.

[nightmares-of-niela]

The Room of Mirrors || Niela & Samaees & Bealish & Ream

[nightmares-of-niela]

Niela was glad for Samaees’ company, even gladder when she used her Magic to create a pretty handy - nice pun - and awesome show. The crystalized fists made her a bit jealous. All she could do was generate a black force field, and that didn’t have much style. She had to admit the Mancer made a point. Clearly she too had no means of getting back to the door, and her eyes scanned the room visibly, probably searching for a way out. 

She relaxed a bit. ‘I think we asked first, and it’s two to one, so I suggest you answer, and then we’ll decide whether we want to do the same,’ she said, finding renewed courage in the awesome strength of her companion. Also, her very hot companion. No time for feeling strangely attracted to people, Niela. Knight time. ‘so, I’ll ask again. Who are you?’ 

[samaees-tessels-blog]

Though she lowered her stance, Samaees remained alert, her fist still covered in crystalline as she kept her eyes on the Mancer. “You clearly don’t know much about strategic maneuvers—especially those involving traps.” She commented quietly, though her voice was heard loud and clear. There were many reasons why one would walk into their own trap: one—in order to trick their opponent into thinking they had nothing to do with the trap since logically one wouldn’t waltz right into a trap of their making … or so others assume, two—in order to trigger specific parts of the trap that could only be activated personally by them, three—in order to lead their enemy to straight into their doom and make certain they don’t survive, and four—because they are so egoistical about their trap that they must witness it in action first hand. 

But then again, there are does dumb enough to walk into their own trap … She didn’t look like a person stupid enough to do that so perhaps she was telling the truth. 

The blonde glanced at her companion and almost smiled at the female’s sudden spunk surge. She shifted closer to her—making sure to stay out her axe’s range in the chance that she needed to suddenly attack—and looked at the Mancer expectantly. Who was she was a good start to things if this wasn’t her trap. 

[ream-toalk]

They both had magic, she could feel that, even with her senses going crazy since she arrived in town, but this was something she was sure about. There was at least one good thing about the crystalized fists were, that now at least she knew the blonde’s magic. However she still didn’t know about the other woman and her axe made her just even more nervous. 

Ream wanted to look around properly, but she didn’t dare to take her eyes off the women, so instead she took a few steps backwards, untilher back hit one of the mirrors. She was confident about her fighting skills, but she had no illusions about beign able to take on both women. There must be another way out of this and it probably involved working together with them, however,, they didn’t seem like they were keen on doing that.

Thanks to Gythan, she knew the Knights knew about her, they knew who she was. At least some of them, and she didn’t know if these women did. Or if it would bring her any good if they knew who she was. “Ream, my name is Ream.”

[ream-toalk]

My enemy, the... zombie?! | Gythan & Ream

[gythanwuzto]

‘I hope not, I wouldn’t feel special anymore,’ Gythan said, then laughed wholeheartedly. ‘You know, in the past I used to doubt whether the Gods existed, but I guess, seeing as I experienced it first hand.’ He placed his hands in his sides, and looked up at the sky. Then he looked back. This was a weird situation if you asked him. Weirdest about it was that he was talking to his former enemy, and he didn’t feel the need or even the drive to avenge his own death. 

‘Say, weird question and all, but do you know that green haired guy that fights at your side?’ 

He smiled. ‘Yes, Knight, completely. I’m a Sun Magician, fought with the Compan of Reemus Chief, nice guy, strange costumes.’ His gaze changed when her confused face pulled at him. ‘What what?’ he asked, studying her. ‘Something amiss?’ 

[ream-toalk]

Ream couldn’t help, but laugh at his words, there was something delightful about him, despite her knowing, that once they stood on different sides. Some people would probably think it would be appropiate to still consider him the enemy, but it was difficult to see him such as that. Ream followed the man’s look gaze up in the sky, listening to his words. 

Slowly, she lowered her head and sighed. He probably meant Orractous, that would only be logicalknowing their past. “Yes, yes I do.”

“Sun Magic? It’s such a fascinating kind of magic.” In war it was often easy to forget, that your enemy were just people too. Having normal lifes just like they did. The woodelf sighed painfully, before looking at the man, looking just as confused - if not even more - as the man in front of her. “You said... you don’t know?”

[mariusthesus]

“Don’t take it personal, love, I’m sure there are many other people who have only hypothetically fallen into ponds. You could open up a group, even! ‘Survivors of Non-Existent Ponds’ has quite the ring to it, yeah?”

“Anyhow, fun aside: you need a blanket or towel, kid? Can’t have you freezing to death and all.”

[ream-toalk]

“Don’t worry, I won’t lose sleep over it. S.O.E.N.P., yeah, I think that could work. But I’m not sure I would have enough time for the group, would you like to be vice president?”

“I won’t say no to a blanket, if you got one for me.”

[sortos-nefeson]

Can’t Handle the Truth || Ream & Sortos

[sortos-nefeson]

‘Ream… yes, okay, that’ll do,’ he said, and slowly made his way in. He didn’t want to take up any space, it seemed like she had only returned, so what horrors would it bring if he right away took the couch spot or something. No, he was fine standing, looking rather awkward and nervous as always in these unsuspected situations. 

‘Ih… well. I was wondering, because you can see people’s magical beings and all, if I am… if.’ He paused. ‘Am I a Dark Soul?’ He felt the term had always made him feel scared, and while part of him was curious to find out what he was, an other part warned him that if he was a Dark Soul, then he would become two things that he had been taught to hate. 

[ream-toalk]

He didn’t sit down, so she decided to stand too. It would make her feel uncomfortable to sit while he was standing. But then again, she didn’t offer him to sit down either, just called him in. Maybe she should do that? Her mother was way better with these things... being a good host and all.

It was not the question she expected. To be quiet honest, she wasn’t sure what she expected, but not Sortos asking her if he was a Dark Soul, that was for sure. She usually found the people who were Dark Souls, it didn’t happen often that someone came to her asking about it. For a few moments she looked at the boy, without blinking, before she took a deep breath. “Is it really a question you want answered?”

[lordtarac-blog]

“What can I say? I just really like books. I’d love to go out and find the Library and spend a few  hours but of course I keep forgetting that I’m a lord and it’s dangerous out there i need an escort of like forty men in case I die. I’m not the worlds best fighter but having about forty people yelling at you to hurry up is so bothersome when I’m browsing. I’ll let you know if I manage to find anything interesting.”

[ream-toalk]

“And I believe everyone knows that about you, even those who don’t know you. I am by far no expert, but aren’t forty men a bit too much? So many people only draw attention, you should be escorted by less people, but then only those you trust with your life. You might not be the world’s best fighter, but I assume you read a fair share of books about martial arts? I knew I could count on you.”

[ream-toalk]

We Didn’t Start The Fire | Dane & Ream

@danehudrick

After running into one trap after the another, Ream realized, she needed to be more careful. That involved not entering suspicious buildings - or any buildings at all. She also stopped at every conver and peaked before she continued her way. Whatever this was, they needed to get out of here and work out a plan. A very good plan, preferebly.

She was thinking about that, when suddenly the ground started to move under her feet and between the cracks she could see... lava?! It all happened fas, but her instincts told her to run. But no matter where she ran, the ground oepned everywhere, letting the hot lava flood the streets. She tried to climb on one of the smaller buildings, but then the walls crumbled and she slipped. “Help!”

[nightmares-of-niela]

The Room of Mirrors || Niela & Samaees & Bealish & Ream

[samaees-tessels-blog]

‘Break them?’ Niela called surprised. Okay, Samaees looked kind of cool, and she was clearly somewhat of a fighter, which had been why Niela had been persistent in teaming up with her, but breaking all the mirrors seemed a bit odd. Then again, she had no idea what to do herself. A sound from behind her shook her back into action, her mind and body spun around to find a red haired individual at the door. It was clear from the black standard uniform, the leather and mail, that this woman was not on their side. She grabbed for her axe, and gave the Mancer a wary look. 

‘Who are you?’ she demanded, though her voice probably trembled horribly. She wasn’t much for brave antics, but she was glad to have the support of an other Knight in this situation. 

Samaees only shrugged in answer. Was it strange that she wanted to shatter all the mirrors in the room? Perhaps. But the feelings she was getting from them—and the room itself—were unpleasant in more ways than one. It creeped her out—not that she showed it out on the outside—and her defense mechanism was to either destroy or run away from whatever made her uncomfortable. And since she couldn’t run away due to being trapped in a room of mirrors, her only option was to destroy—which was even worse than avoidance since destruction was usually fueled by her anger. Hers was the sin of wrath, after all.

The blonde Knight was just as quick as her companion in going on the defensive, crystallizing her fists and taking on a fighting stance that resembled one used by boxers. She eyed the newcomer suspiciously for a moment before opening her mouth to speak, “Are you the one who set up this trap?” She asked, her voice coming out calm and steady despite the tension building in the pit of her stomach. Might as well try and get some answers before blood starts to spill.  

[ream-toalk]

The Mancer looked at the axe and then the crystalized fists of the other woman, before looking back at the axe again. How long would it take to kill her with that thing? Would she make it quick or let her suffer? No matter what, it would be painful, so Ream had to find a way not to die. She couldn’t take a fight with them, not while she was alone. Over the shoulders of the two Knights her eyes scanned the room - it was empty, expect the mirrors and those gave her a bad vibe. But maybe that was also just the presence of her enemies and the fact she was trapped with them.

They both asked her different questions and she decided to look at the blonde woman, tilting her head slightly to the side. “You know that makes no sense? I mean I don’t know about you, but for me it seems highly unlogical to set up a trap and walk into it. I don’t have a death wish.” Her gaze lingered on her just a few more moments longer, before she turned to the other woman. “And who are you?”

[mariusthesus]

“And I never doubted you for a second, love – your skills when it comes to staying away from hypothetical ponds are an inspiration to us all.”

“If not taking any unwanted baths, though, what are your plans for the next few years? Tumbling down hills? Running into doors? Lots of possibilities, there.”

[ream-toalk]

“Okay, fine, I get it, you can stop mocking me, Marius. Unless you’re having too much fun, of course. Wouldn’t want to be the one to take away the source of your amusement. I’m positive I can do my best to avoid those dangers. Hopefully.”

[sortos-nefeson]

Can’t Handle the Truth || Ream & Sortos

[sortos-nefeson]

Sortos jumped at the sound from inside, a bit surprised to know that she was actually there, despite he had been told just that. He shivered and pushed down the doorknob, entering very softly. ‘Miss Ream?’ 

He stared into the face of a beautiful woman, thin but strong in her face, her gaze seemed curious, but also surprised. She looked important, just as much as she was important. 

‘I.. uhm.. am I disturbing you?’ he asked, looking at the pile of clothes. ‘I… I wanted to ask a question. Something I know you know.’ 

[ream-toalk]

The woman smiled and shook her head. “It’s enough if you call me Ream, Come on, what can I do for you?” She knew Sortos didn’t always have it easy among the Mancers, so she always did her best to make him feel welcomed and comfortable. That was the least she could do for him.

“Hm?” She followed his gaze, looking at the pile of clothes in her hand and hurried to put them away. “No, you’re not, I was almost done anyway.” Facing him again, the curiosity was written on her face. “A question you know I can answer? Well, in that case, what is it?”

[ream-toalk]

Se’ref & Ream & Alrena | The Maze Runners

[seref-fveran-blog]

It’d been quite some time since he had left the homestead of HagaFosiel and what better occasion than when a group of magicians took over a city? His choice to enter the library was more of avoiding a strike from a fire magician outside than actually wanting to. He was well aware the risks that came with being out in the open but there was more he could do from within the city than back at HagaFosiel. Besides if he was to be forced back home for safety, at least it wouldn’t be a far off trip. 

Immediately as he entered he knew something was off, not just because the lack of books but also because of a strange feeling he sensed. He didn’t want it to be anything, he really didn’t. However, there was no doubt that there was more to this maze than simply navigating through it. His gaze went around him and with a sigh he took a step forward. Before long he had gone in a circle and groaned softly to himself and continuing on. 

A voice interrupted his thoughts, however, so he answered back, “Hello?” He peeked around the corner, wishing he at least had a better weapon than just his bodily strength. He caught sight of a familiar face and sighed in relief, “Ream…am I glad to see you.” 

[alrena-salton-blog]

“This is fucking ridiculous!” Ren complained for the umpteenth time as she ran into a dead end and had to retrace her steps once more. “When I get my hands on those damn assholes, I’m going to rip their spines through their throats and then shove it back down just for shit and giggles.” She continued to grumble as she arrived at another intersection. She paused there, glancing at her available three courses of direction. “The right one leads to a fork a couple of meters down—both dead ends.” Alrena tilted her head to the right and watched as the incorporeal body of Sumi appeared. Alrena nodded in understanding then turned her focus to the remaining paths available. 

“Eenie … meenie … miney … mo.” Choosing one of the remaining paths randomly, Ren pushed forward, Sumi hovering close behind her. “This is strong, well-casted magic. It neither lets me go through the walls or above them. For once, being incorporeal isn’t an advantage.” Commented her blonde, incorporeal companion in frustration as they took another turn and walked down the stretched out path. Alrena chuckled, amused by her spirit’s obvious distress at being unable to be all ghost-like. Sumi’s presence was the only thing keeping Alrena from going ape-shit, and she was truly grateful for that.

She opened her mouth to tell her companion so when her heightened senses picked up something in her proximity. More like someones in her proximity.She froze. Friends or foes? She wondered as she motioned for Sumi to scout ahead. Unsheathing her twin sais, she crept closer at a steady pace all the while hiding her presence—ready to attack at any moment. She turned the corner, ready to throw one of her sais when Sumi materialized once again in front of her and yelled, “Allies!” at her. Ren managed to stop her sai from flying at the last second, and with a frown she lowered her weapons. 

“Why, hello, hello there, Se’ref. Ream.” She greeted them pleasantly, a sweet smile curving her lips. “I was hoping you were the enemy so that I could do something other than wander around getting lost” She said as she sheathed her weapons. “But seeing your lovely faces is quite nice too.”

[ream-toalk]

Well, it was fairly clear this was not a library, at least not anymore. But it was also not a simple maze, she was sure of that. She could sense it, but she was not yet quiet sure about it. What she was sure about was, that she didn’t feel safe and wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Yet, another feeling told her, that was not so easy. 

At the sound of the familiar voice she turned adn couldn’t help but smile. “Se’ref! You have no idea how happy I’m it’s you and not the enemy.” Whoever the enemy was in this case. There were the Knights out there, but there was also someone else, someone who set all up all of this. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Ream had doubts if that applied in this case too. Who’s side were they on? Or was it a common enemy they were facing now. 

“There is someone else.” The woman whispered and just as she said it Alrena appeared around the corner. “Woah!” The elf raised her hands, eyes widened as she looked at the other woman. “Yeah, we noticed. Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure you will have enough opportunity to fight someone or something.” A hand wandered to her waist, where her knives where attached and drew one of them. “Let’s see that we find the way out of here.”

[ream-toalk]

My Mind Is A Warrior | Varamadras & Ream

[varamadrasitaul]

Varamadras could heart he faint whisper, and he nodded in response. He could sense the feelings she had regarding that fact, and he felt similar. ‘It’s what Lukas thinks,’ he concluded. Whether it was true or not was something only Orractous knew. ‘It’s worth a try,’ he repeated, and it was. Whether it would give them anything or not, at least this little flare of hope would be something he could remember. And he hoped it work, he so desperately hoped it worked. 

‘Yes, I have no meetings for at least two hours. Unless you have something to do, somewhere to go? Then we could meet up later?’ He didn’t want to force her to do it right away, he had no clue what such a thing asked from her physically and mentally. He could help however, give her some strength, some belief in herself, but only if she wanted to. The pull of his Magic wasn’t dangerous, but your mind had to be ready for the influence. ‘So now?’ 

[ream-toalk]

The possibility of Orractous doing this to himself made it a bit more difficult. What if she actually managed to get into his head somehow, but he didn’t want her there? What if she did manage to cause any harm? What if Orractous defended himself and manged to hurt her in some way? Although getting hurt herself was the least of her worries. Her priority was Orractous’ safety and Varamadras’ comfort. 

“You mean... You think two hours will be enough to do this?” To be fair the redhead had no idea how long it would take - or if it would succeed - she has done nothing like this ever before. “What if-” She stopped. What if it doesn’t work? What if I fail? But those were just possibilities and she didn’t want to bother her leader with those. “Yes, now it is.” It was not a now or never situation, but Ream was eager to help and she couldn’t deny there was the curiosity too, that pushed her. She wanted to know where her borders laid, how far she could go, what she could do.

[misha-itaul]

Quiet Study | Misha & Ream

[misha-itaul]

Ream’s request, of course, made sense, with her magic. “I believe they’re separated from most of the studies done on other Magic forms,” she said, and led the way a few shelves over. “I believe… yes, it’s down this one.” She remembered studying several dozen of these texts when she’d been learning about Magic’s effects on physiology—how Purple Magicians weren’t torn limb from limb with their speed, how Fire Magicians weren’t burnt by their own or any other flame.

Down the aisle, she passed by most of the books that would cover things like that, finally coming to a shelf that was half filled with volumes dealing with Lath magic. “Is there anything in particular? I believe some of these are just histories and accounts of famous Lath Magicians in the past, but there should also be some studies on the Magic itself. Not much, however, and most of it vague…” She frowned. Studying the mental Magics, and especially one that seemed so specialized and different in its operation, was particularly difficult for their scientists to manage, so there might not have been all that much to help Ream, depending on why she needed it.

[ream-toalk]

Ream followed the woman donw the asile between the sehlves. Of course whatever they had on Lath Magic was seperated from the rest. Sometimes that’s how Ream’s life felt too. Of course she has been to the library quiet a few times, and she believed she had read those books at least once already, but she wanted to go through them again, hoping she might skipped one or two books too.

Her hands brushed over the backs of some ancient books and she shrugged. “General curiousity, you could say. There are not many people around who could teach me and tell me more about my magic, so I always aim for new information. But... there is also something - and idea I had and I want to see if there are any records of something similar.” She smiled and turned to face Misha. “That’s quiet vague, isn’t it? Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. This is probably a lost cause, it’s not like we have a book on how to be a Lath Magician and you probably have more important things to do.”