Thread: Sword and Sorcery (Aldir, Dals Way)

The sorceress chuckled at the concept of civilizing the barbarian woman before her, Leann had given up hope of that possibility and besides that it was savagery that made Anya as effective as she was. Some fought with honor and chivalry, others fought with no concept of such things, and still others melted people in their armor or flash froze them on the spot. Those differences each had an advantage over each other, though in Leanns mind sorcery was at the top of the pyramid. Why dirty her hands with a sword when she could with a word cause anothers blood to boil in their body, or reduce them to the size of her littlest finger and crush them? The price sorcery took was acceptable for the gain. Of course, such power often revealed the true nature of a persons heart and often she wondered over the contents of her own in the moments when she was alone. Leann shook her head ever so, dispelling those thoughts from her mind for the moment and instead crossed her arms and closed her eyes. She was preparing for a bit of meditation before sleeping as was her way, it helped to control the tide of power within her. One slip up and the power she controlled would likely soon be controlling her, and that was not a fate she desired. Civilize you? Oh nothing so drastic. Think of it more like this, Anya. The greats of history forge themselves generally, they are those that take advantage of certain situations and make their fortune from them. Azagamd the Great started from nothing, using his money made in sorcery to buy a small home where he took on apprentices. Eventually he forged the Academy, which transcends borders and boundaries. The sorceress stated, nodding to herself. Now, in our experiences with travelling, we have often found difficulty locating work. Do you not think that others might face this problem? Well, if one had say a directory to seek work from it might very well be something that would be used. Of course, that is thinking rather far ahead, but with such a thing the possible wealth gained could be enough to make this reward seem mere throwaway change. Something to consider at the very least. Leann stated, her mind already forming ideas in that general direction. The sorceress was an ambitious woman most certainly, looking far ahead at possibilities and goals for herself. As a sanctioned sorceress of imperial training she already held some sway and had some contacts, nothing outside of the capitol and she could bet some might be interested in seeing a venture like that take off. It was something that could very well take years, and might not even succeed but it was a possible direction. Assuming this job didnt see her and Anya dead with arrows or daggers to the back. Leann opened her eyes and stared long and hard at Anya, her gaze holding some form of unnatural intensity to it. There was something almost mystical towards it, a power that seemed to originate in the sorceress in her rather than the human. The woman had indeed placed a bit of magic in her gaze, her spiritual energy being forced into her eyes, glazing them in the energy. Leann siphoned her own vital energy into the sight, a minor product of sorcery known as Viewing. Anya was not exactly Anya in that particular gaze instead she had become a mix of swirls and colors as the sorceress gazed upon her companions spiritual energy. All of her senses were caught up in the look at Anya she could taste the bitter iron of blood from long past enemies upon her and see the swirl of emotions as a rainbow of color. Tell me, Anya. What is it you seek most in this life? The sorceress asked, some weight added to the question and it was clear there was no mocking to it.