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Laurelle shifted uncomfortably at the talk of parents and filial piety. "I'm...afraid I can't sympathize with you there." She said. "I was never close to my parents. Defending them is an alien concept." She listened quietly to her friend's account of the break-in of Zemlia. The thief leaned against her friend and squeezed her shoulder. "To cause...or to even see death is a horrible thing." She neglected to mention Demi's lethal fighting style. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. ...I guess I have something to tell too." She cleared her throat, not wanting to talk about this matter. If I can't tell her I can't anyone. Laurelle resolved.
"...When I was young, still living in Arandland, my parents hated magic. ...Still do, as far as I know. I haven't checked up on them in years. They're not worth the trouble. They outlawed it in their lands. But, they had a lot of land, and without magic the only way to let that decree be known was criers and posters. But only the townsmen knew how to read. Arandish serfs are some of the most pitiful people on earth. They couldn't read the posters, and the criers were too disgusted to go into their farms. It was all above them, anyway. They were never going to be able to practice magic even if it was legal. So one time, this traveling entertainer came through. He was an illusionist, used magic in his shows. I think he went through one of the villages, entertained the serfs. If he did it in a tavern or a residence there wouldn't be a soldier around to see it. Regardless, he learned where the keep was without knowing magic was banned. He went there, eventually. I was there when he put on his show. At first it was mundane, but then he augmented it with an illusion. It was an obvious one; he wasn't trying to hide anything. But...my father." Laurelle looked down at the rocky floor, closing her eyes. "He shouted 'Sorcery!' and one of the guards stepped forward and impaled him on a pike before he could blink. Afterwards, they chopped off his head and put it on a stake outside the castle as a warning. It was after that that I left." Her voice dropped to a murmur. "...Pointless waste of life... Absolutely pointless..."
Lavender took the time to wrench Skye's sword out of the wall before following them, testing its weight in her hands. She wasn't exactly trained to use a sword, at least not conventionally. But practically any bladed object was an effective weapon for a force mage. Following Taras' translocation into Iceflow, she jumped aside as soon as she materialized, knowing full well how close she would appear to her enemies. Rolling across the rocky ground, she sprung to her feet, noting the hasty wards both knights had cast. She winced as the woman cast a spell towards her, the surge echoing through her head. However, Lavender was one step ahead; she was constantly moving, and the blast of wind rolled off the cliff beside her. Knowing that their wards would deflect at least one attack from a thrown blade, she muttered a quick incantation that caused the ground around them to erupt as pure force surged out of the ground. It would have tossed them like ragdolls if not for their defensive spells, but as it was the pair staggered and the oval lights around them flickered and went out.
"...When I was young, still living in Arandland, my parents hated magic. ...Still do, as far as I know. I haven't checked up on them in years. They're not worth the trouble. They outlawed it in their lands. But, they had a lot of land, and without magic the only way to let that decree be known was criers and posters. But only the townsmen knew how to read. Arandish serfs are some of the most pitiful people on earth. They couldn't read the posters, and the criers were too disgusted to go into their farms. It was all above them, anyway. They were never going to be able to practice magic even if it was legal. So one time, this traveling entertainer came through. He was an illusionist, used magic in his shows. I think he went through one of the villages, entertained the serfs. If he did it in a tavern or a residence there wouldn't be a soldier around to see it. Regardless, he learned where the keep was without knowing magic was banned. He went there, eventually. I was there when he put on his show. At first it was mundane, but then he augmented it with an illusion. It was an obvious one; he wasn't trying to hide anything. But...my father." Laurelle looked down at the rocky floor, closing her eyes. "He shouted 'Sorcery!' and one of the guards stepped forward and impaled him on a pike before he could blink. Afterwards, they chopped off his head and put it on a stake outside the castle as a warning. It was after that that I left." Her voice dropped to a murmur. "...Pointless waste of life... Absolutely pointless..."
Lavender took the time to wrench Skye's sword out of the wall before following them, testing its weight in her hands. She wasn't exactly trained to use a sword, at least not conventionally. But practically any bladed object was an effective weapon for a force mage. Following Taras' translocation into Iceflow, she jumped aside as soon as she materialized, knowing full well how close she would appear to her enemies. Rolling across the rocky ground, she sprung to her feet, noting the hasty wards both knights had cast. She winced as the woman cast a spell towards her, the surge echoing through her head. However, Lavender was one step ahead; she was constantly moving, and the blast of wind rolled off the cliff beside her. Knowing that their wards would deflect at least one attack from a thrown blade, she muttered a quick incantation that caused the ground around them to erupt as pure force surged out of the ground. It would have tossed them like ragdolls if not for their defensive spells, but as it was the pair staggered and the oval lights around them flickered and went out.