Some Talking (#01-1)

    Halloi (Helo), and Be welcome.

    This session happened on August 24, 2011. We were talking and drinking for too long, and so the real play was a bit short in time. I think it's tremenduously important to discuss with my players about their character's past, and about things not so important to the actual play, but which will indeed be important in the future, when that comes to the right time to talk about that.

    About the Music :: I do not intend any offence to anyone's right, and I do not really own the music I suggest my readers listen during the Story; the suggestion is in honour to the musicians who created those beautiful songs, and I explicitly want to thank you very much.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_dtmBchdY4

    (On the last Session,...)

    The young Eryck looked Byènc, a white gorgeous girl.

    He was just trying to keep her face on mind, and he knows she knows that. In his mind, he thinks she keep reading everyone's mind, but he's not sure it really happens.

    - Hey, I'll have many things to do this week. So,... we can see each other next week?

    It was more than he expected. He went home with her face on his mind. Her secret's safe. The safety, and sensation of safety he sensed when she was on guard, and prepared to one more week at the Academy. A different one. One in which he'd be studying Starship Piloting together with the basics on his new secret study, on which he thought would be special, from the basics, or he'd be in danger, again.

    (End of Session)

    What happened to the invader man? Who was him?

    Some Talking #01-1 Solo

    Eryck thought he's going to have a normal week at the Academy Base of Ryklant, as a plain thought, but then he went to classes on monday.

    Although his abilities on math and calculation were great, he can't help himself.

    He catches himself thinking about the skeighta girl, all the time, and he only forget yet still thinking about her when studying elementalism, alone, at the new appa.

    Tuesday happens to be different.

    He thought two students were following him, for no reason.

    A boy from the Battle Programming club, and an older woman which is already an official, and helps the navigation master with huge number of other race's Protocols.

    Again at home, he tries to create winds, but nothing happens. He can only feel the air in the place, what's said on the databank to be the basic skill.

    Then, Wednesday becomes a strange day.

    Strangers gaze him, wherever he goes, and even some officials seem to want to have a good look at him. Nowhere to hide, he keeps the study of Protocols up, which is his worst matter.

    On the way home, he thought he sees an older man from the Academy, but as soon as he tries to look again he's just vanished.

    He learned from the databank the basic knowledge of elementalism.

    Only on mythology the knowledge of this magic was common, and that's a strange thing. That caused the other races, the major races rakma, jackal and ly'ène, to warn the race ikka to stop their experiment with monotheism with this world, at least while they study elementalist magic. The ikka rejected the advice. What happened was that part of those incredible action of the nobles of Akkoya, when they gathered all that was magical and those who did magic to say they needed to become secret societies. There was a final war, and the elementalist practicioners won over the religious monotheists. So, winners, they listened to the nobles with anger, but the most important elmentalist from the mythic eras, Torièn, called their attention to the fact that the common people fear magic. That was the essential and most important argument to turn just everything into a secret.

    It is said Torièn is indeed still alive.

    His mastering of all elements makes him essentially immortal.

    "Now, that's interesting,...", Eryck thinks, impressed.

    Thursday he was sure there is something going on, and he just can't avoid many strange people looking at him, or even talking with their right hand on the side of their mouth, even alone.

    That was clear, and no one was hidding anymore. They follow him, and simply vanish when he looks again, in any atempt to talk to them.

    He could not stop it until the next day, Friday.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjTkxMAeFcc

    There's an older boy, the best astrophysics student, Býl, who was looking strangely to him yesterday, and Eryck found him in the corridor.

    - Did you lost something? It's not just you, Býl. There's a lot of people looking strangely at me - Eryck could not find a better way to talk about it.
    - I think,... (he made a soft noise with his throat), that when we have a strong vocation to what we are doing, everyone notice.
    - What do you mean with that? Be direct and clear.
    - Well,... what are you thinking about it?

    Eryck could not help thinking about his elementalist studies.

    - That's precisely this, Eryck.

    "Everyone read minds, now?", he forced himself to think as an answer.

    - I think everyone has the right to think you're special, and you are, but it's just something new. The news get old very fast. I think during the next week this all will be over.

    A man called Býl from the other end of the corridor.

    - I have to go. See you later.

    "How did they found out about this? Byènca's too solo. The older biker, or they read my mind, and the third's really the most probable", he thought.

    - You're annoying, you all. Nothing new can happen into our lives, and you all gets busy to know what's new about that person over there. So, that's it? - he just asked looking a woman who was looking at him, from the other side of the corridor. ("Me", he forces himself the thought).

    Eryck looked everyone, as a mad man. The only official on the place, and older man with white hair laughed high, as it was a response to his sudden weirdy way.

    "Oke,... I need to find out how to protect my mind", he concluded in silence.

    (The first annoying Dream)

    Once Eryck helped himself on the Academy's restaurant food, he sitted in a corner. Everyone's looking at him, as he was a stranger from other world. He starts eating, looking madly to the people there, but then, he choked, and soon he could not breathe. It was poison, he can feel. He'll be dead in a moment. He can't breathe. Eryck tries to find the magic words to breathe, but he can't speak.

    At the moment he's going to die, he wakes up.

    Sweating, and trembling.

    - It's the second time they try to kill me while I'm sleeping. If it goes this way, I won't live more than a month - he says, breathing fast.

    He looks to the Pk, and it's 08:09 on the morning.

    It's Saturday, a sweet relief.

    (In her special magic place they talk)

    The young navigator jump on his skyboard, and goes to the gatherplace.

    By the time he was just getting there, he had an idea, and he tries to fly using the air element, and it really happened. He gets off the board, a measure, and he then falls and tries to hold on the board. "Wow! Shit!" he shouts, holding the backside of board really fast and strong.

    - Whose was the idea of trying to fly,... flying? - he mumbles.

    Minutes later, Eryck gets to the gatherplace.

    Seeing Ryklant from above finds absolutely no words to describe. The Office Tower, at the mountains, is the tower control for aerial move. Of course you have to take much care if you're near an aerial via, but most of the time, people want to stay on the ground. The mountains circle the central area and separe it from the westside, where the belvederes show the plantation areas, with more than a hundred farms. Farms handled with worker droids. The south is where you can find the Neighborhood Twelve, and the Hangar Twelve, in which every single ship must take time to sign papers, and do Protocols. At north and northeast, a middle mass nighborhood. Going northeast, from 150 great measures through a thousand great measures, a shadow under the sky, a region of ruins, old ruins, most hotels and touristic areas today. To the very east, the Inner Sea. To the southwest, the Sea of Fish, the first place to consider democracy during the mythic eras of the past.

    Then, Eryck understood how he could do magic.

    The heights are the natural ambient of Air/Winds, his element. It was a bad idea to try that, but now he knows once more that this all, for all that matters, is not a dream.

    Byènc came, but she was flying too high, so he gets up the board and goes up.

    "Is she hiding? What from?", he thought.

    He came to her in there, and called for her, but she didn't stoped. Byènc went higher and higher, so all he could do was follow her. His legs were freezing, passing through the level of clouds, but she didn't stoped until they were really upside the clouds, where a neverending peach sun heats up everything. Then, Eryck saw happy that his skeighta's suit could handle those temperature changes, and soon look at the clouds, and they're like a tapestry, an infinite tapestry.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfrgI87NdNs

    She stoped, and waited for him.

    - It's beautiful. What happened,... you seem not to want to be tracked?
    - Yey, right. Good morning - she answered.
    - Good morning. What happened?
    - You tell me. How was your week at the Academy?
    - Everyone looking at me. Even the best students in the House.
    - And did you understand what happened? - her voice is sametone, as always.
    - Somehow, yes,... I'm not sure if someone spread the word, or they've read my mind.

    Byènc stays in silence, for a long minute. He starts to think "How can I protect my mind?", and so she breaks the silence.

    - You're right. You must worry 'bout that, but they don't wait for you to protect yourself. The only ones who care too much for protection are two, we independents, or the guilty ones.
    - So, what the pèssec should I do 'bout it?

    - Have you seen something different? Unusual?
    - I think the ones who saw something abnormal were them. By side, noth.
    - Well, Eryck, I have to say,...
    - I know. The Academy of Magic, Politics and Power. It's part of the Mythology. And everyone knows. How comes I did not know about it before?
    - Yes. You're now studying in a different Academy, even if it's the same. It's like the Mythology, really. You're right, and it's all in the media.
    - How could thèy notice me?
    - Your aura.
    - What?
    - I can see your aura, but only in attune state.
    - Attune state?
    - Do you remember the village? That's it. Let's go down, then.
    - Why? Why did you came here to talk?
    - Orbes.
    - What?
    - It's a magic focus. You can see anywhere, once you know where is there.
    - I doubt someone know this where.
    - Me too. I came here to tell you one thing.
    - Tell me. I'm here.
    - You have your lessons, right? Go straight to meditation teachings. You must control your mind. You think too loud, what's normal, but that's my words on that. You must learn meditation.
    - I "think" too loud?
    - Telepathy's also a passive power. Dunno how it works with magic, but I believe it's the same. We telepaths listen to everyone's plain thoughts, all the time, but we need much training to read deep thoughts, and the systheme, which is somewhat near what phenomenologists says deep counsciousness is like. We need control. And control's only got with much training, and pain.
    - I didn't know it were just alike.
    - I'm from Tanahta, and there things are a bit different. We, independents, we are the major force, and all Traditions must adapt to that. We learn with pain, and by the needs of the moment.
    - I study in an Academy of Magic, and,...
    - Hey! You can't say that in there - she was afraid, "What's she affraid of?" he thought, trying to test how to hide his own thoughts.
    - Wouldn't it be easier if I took magic classes in there?
    - I don't know. I don't understand what is an Academy - she says.
    - How did you know I had an atypical week?
    - I deduced. This is the most important Academy on the Alliance of the Three Races.
    - You mean,... Academy of Magic? I didn't know that.
    - Well, this is all I can tell you, right now.
    - All you "can", or this is only what you know? - he suggested.
    - Wrong,... (she paused), wrong knowledge at the wrong moment. Do as I tell you, and study meditation tricks, as to empty your mind. Let's go.

    Down is always more about skeighta feelings than up.

    They drive west. There, they see the huge farms on the ground. All with patterns of plantations, on uncountable hills, with uncountable water pools.

    (End of Session)

    I hope you're enjoying your reading, and,...
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