|
|
Post by Sanbu on Nov 8, 2019 21:45:57 GMT -6
Dead Silent
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Lair of the fallen, place for which those who have met their inevitable demise rest. While the topic of death was somewhat addressed in Sanbu's teachings it never ceased to be a matter that brought him to much self-reflection. Having graced a region nearly with the air of the afterlife itself, Hell specifically at that. The Majin's excursions in the Demon Realm proved to be a capable source of information for just what might await Sanbu when that time would come. A place beyond all rationale, a location in which rules bent in the most particular of manners and finally a domain in which one's idea of good and evil came to clash with one another. But above all else, just what was one to make of a world past such a realm? The light at the end of the tunnel managed to be a sight he had not prepared himself for. With eyes ever hesitant and perplexed, Sanbu would sit himself down upon the strange land. Studying what lay around him to a critical degree while he was left to ponder about the state of his circumstances. "Green far as the eyes can see, sea of blue grass laying flatly under the jade canopy of three suns. My, this sight is not one for common eyes. If my mind serves me correctly this is Namek. Home to its titular species, shrouded in lore and legacy of matters both of its own device and of people and planets far away. Yet why here? Who would of thought that the door to the realm of the demons would be in such a sacred place. I gather I have got much to learn if I am to understand the way of the Namekian people. I mustn't ruin this atmosphere, perhaps I should enjoy this arrival and take my time with things. I do wonder if others frequent this location, so shall company find me I hope."
In tranquil manner the Majin would take hold of his pipe and ignite it with the opposing hand, manifesting a fire at the very tips of the fingers before smoking from it right away in hurried fashion. A soft and steady pillar of exhaust began to rise from Sanbu's very pores as he lay strung about in complete silence. His very voice breaking that slight period of quiet as he spoke with a certain gruff element to it. "It is only through this tool that I find true repose, I need occupy more distractions than this poor recreation. A conversation has got to be had and soon. Shall I walk on or must another day be ruined?"
TAGS:
Additional Note:
Using: Flame Control [UT]
|
|
|
|
Post by Mollusc on Nov 9, 2019 15:16:55 GMT -6
Mollusc laid in a roost of trees near the Mazoku Graveyard his eyes wandering the sky for something interesting. Yet it was just the same as usual, the normal plain sky. At least the world was at peace and he had returned to the power he was at before. As he stood there he noticed someone at the graves nearby. Mollusc closed his eyes to sense the man's power and found it was quite high. He must have been a powerful warrior from another planet. Mollusc decided to go check this out. Mollusc would float down the graves to look at the man. When he got there he didn't expect a man of that look. He seemed to be a majin yet he looked akin to a Ninja? Or a sage prehaps, Mollusc was unsure. The man seemed to be there to pay his respect. Mollusc didn't speak for a bit as he put his head down to respect Sanbu's peace. Once he was willing to talk then he'd speak, he didn't want to be rude to the man afterall.
Powerlevel:117,000
|
|
|
|
Post by Sanbu on Nov 9, 2019 22:19:00 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Was it ever really that easy to fall back asleep once one was made to be make awake? To be capable of a colorful array of senses only helped to make the conditions in which one could be ignorant to things around them harder to come across. Sanbu knew such a difficulty despite how hard he tried to pursue liberation. Recreation was but an activity he could always pursue and while he did want to reach for his pipe again, there was a matter in his vicinity worth addressing. Beyond the Majin's eye lay a target he had not the imagination to have considered a foreseeable possibility. A sight Namekian but not quite, ethereal, ghastly even. A many men and women Sanbu had come to know in his company could only attempt to rival an appearance as particular as this figure. With a moderate degree of caution the Majin would stand himself up, approaching the stranger with a careful manner to his strut. A power-level of this magnitude simply could not be disregarded, true vigilance was necessary. The slightest of waves would be offered to the Namekian-like ghost, Sanbu mustered a slight grin in that same motion. Hoping to break away from the tension he had placed himself under. "Why hello there, person of which I know not their name. You strike me as a most colorful character. Now, I must apologize and say this flatly. Your appearance suggests some direct relation to the kind of people here, am I not wrong?" A dismissive hand from the Majin shook itself at the target as Sanbu came to smile ever more. Bowing before the spector with the most devoted aspect to his personality. "...Oh, I must apologize. Now where have my manners gone? Allow me to make proper introduction, my name is Sanbu of the clan Kapsa. Pupil to the Method of the Burning Lantern. Now, who or what might you be?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Mollusc on Nov 10, 2019 11:44:29 GMT -6
He smiled as Sanbu turned his head. Guess by coming he had distributed. Mollusc grunted in annoyance at the thought but it was too late to just float on away and pretend that never happened. When the man asked if he was related to his people he nodded. "Yes I use to be a Namekian like everyone else here but I died many months ago so now I am merely a ghost," Mollusc explained. That should be enough to satisfy the man's curiosity on the matter. Then the man introduced himself as Sanbu of Kaspa. He had no idea of what that was but he assumed it was something important to the majin. Of course, the man also wanted to know his name so Mollusc quickly dipped his head. "I am Mollusc of Namek it is nice to meet you. Now if I may ask what bring you to Namek? We don't usually see your kind on our planet. Maybe your here to honor the dead?" He was hoping that was the case but at this point, he assumed most people were here to get there hands on the dragonballs to wish for something.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sanbu on Nov 10, 2019 22:12:22 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
When met without signs of aggression the mind seemed to lose many of its inhibitions at a remarkably alarming rate. The threat of danger was still very present and yet Sanbu put down his arms if only by a small margin. The words spoken to him by the stranger would be met with a careful ear, it did the Majin excellent harm to loose his steel and open his heart so easily. Readily, too available for the possible pain that might be sent his way. Sanbu a placed finger upon his face while he stared at the ghost ever longingly. "Oh, is that so? Well, my people. We do not believe in that sort of a thing, when one dies we usually prefer it that way. Total entropy, or in better terms what we believe to be the ultimate end for the universe only accelerates through the earthly tether which is mortality. As it comes, so is it that we hope to leave it be and grace the inevitable cycle of reincarnation or rebirth through alternate means. Unfortunate that you died though, what caused it?" Although the inquiry probably could have been made with better context and tone, Sanbu still felt it valid regardless. Scarce were the opportunities in which one found a person who knew their demise and lived after it. With a mind ever inquisitive, the Majin hoped to make the best of this arrangement as to acquire knowledge according to his personal tastes. "Well met then, Mollusc of both Namek and the Namekian. And.. oh, you must forgive me for this." Sanbu held out an open hand, chuckling to himself in restrained manner before returning to a more serious self. "My, a great laugh that was. We, roam this place as well, perhaps we are not so open about it but I assure you there are Majin among your flock. And as for the second question there are no dead here for me to honor, the idea of death eludes us. The deceased are usually absorbed and re-purposed for the sake of benefiting the living left behind. The reason for my being here is not all the elaborate really. It does good to travel beyond one's home, country, planet or even galaxy. Is it not good to have change grace one's company?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Mollusc on Nov 11, 2019 0:06:21 GMT -6
Mollusc nodded as Sanbu explained a concept of his people that Mollusc could not fully grasp. "So you think that your people and you are the ends of time?" Mollusc asked quite confused by what Sanbu was saying. He understood the idea that they are reincarnated many times over the first part had left Mollusc at a complete loss for understanding. As for him asking how he died, he grunted, "It is a long story but short answer I fought the Queen of the saiyans in a Death match. I was weak and she was strong." Mollusc's voice got icy as he spoke. Just thinking of that made him bubble with newfound rage. He didn't want to talk about it anymore and lucky for him Sanbu went to answer some of his questions.
The man first explained that that Majin roamed around here. Mollusc tilted his head in thought. He had not seen any but maybe he had not been looking hard enough. Mollusc could not be sure but guess he'd not worry about it. Then the second question he explained there was no death for them so there was nothing to honor. "But that does not mean you can't honor those who are here." The man explained that his own people would absorb each other after that death. Mollusc didn't like that and of course, he was not gonna shy away from letting him know. "That seems to be barbaric. To absorb your dead? What purpose does that serve your people?" Mollusc asked as he ignored his other question. Yet when he thought about what Sanbu said he was getting less angry and was more curious about why his people did that with the dead.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sanbu on Nov 11, 2019 22:21:11 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
To deny a statement outright, was it right to be so direct? Sanbu was by no means an individual who enjoyed the blunt nature that conversation often necessitated. Much as it happened to be a dancing around the truth, the Majin preferred lightly hitting the mark than simply being so forward at times. Dialogue, at least in the traditional sense was but an activity he was getting used to. Accustomed to a way, nay a living that proved itself far different than the one he currently had. A shake of the head would be offered to Mollusc as he nervously grinned. "Oh, no. its not like that if you were thinking such a thing. We are not the ends of time, not solely us but everyone, everything around us. We believe that universe will inevitably be in one of two states. The active, which is what we currently live in. Lively, hot and full of conflict. And secondly, the inactive. Slow, cold and lacking any sort of strife. It is a duty in our eyes to make the right decision as to make sure that the universe forever remains in this chaotic state as to never reach entropy, true death. When that flames goes out, so shall it never be ignited again. Constantly this battle takes place, such is what I believe." Sanbu promptly stopped talking, lending an ear to the words of which Mollusc was speaking. The icier tone would not go unnoticed, met with controlled consideration on the Majin's part. Had he misplaced his words? Was there a subject matter here better left unspoken? Whatever the case, he would make sure to tread lightly on his diction given the reaction both felt and seen. "Queen of the Saiyans you say? My, that sounds like a long story indeed. I have yet to hear of individuals other than you of course who've done similar. I imagine it takes quite the man, or woman to do that kind of a thing. I have not the context for who was right or wrong so my feelings are rather impartial. ...Anyways, it takes no seer to perceive the tension that builds here. I would have done better to avoid the topic entirely. As for these dead around us however.." The Majin crossed his arms, eyeing his surroundings while he looked around with a mild look bewilderment. Some feelings just weren't available to him at the moment. To have not exercised those sentiments and actually use them now proved to be a task of its own entirely. Varied as the teachings of Sanbu were, they still proved limited in just what and how they made Sanbu a more capable individual. "Honor these people? I know not their names neither do I know any love for them, they are your people not mine. The praise is not for me to give, I expect they'll find it among their successors. I pay honor to the one, he who I succeed." The man pointed a finger at his headband, bringing mention the 'M' symbol physical on its surface. "Barbaric is definitely one way to look at it. It has to do with our philosophy. Through absorption we can keep some of, if not much of the knowledge and skills an individual had in life. We much prefer not to be wasteful and in the interest of strengthening the next generation, all those who die return their flesh from that which it came from. No flame should ever have to be extinguished, at least not completely."
|
|
|
|
Post by Mollusc on Nov 13, 2019 15:30:27 GMT -6
Mollusc rubbed his chin as Sanbu explained what he meant. This was much easier to understand. They wanted to keep things in either the active or inactive. In Active it seemed to be what was going on. While in the Inactive it seemed was a world that there was not much strife. "I see that makes a lot of sense." Mollusc nodded rubbing his chin. "I see there is a need for balance that makes a lot of sense." Mollusc was not that much of a thinker though. He didn’t want to dwell too much on how the world was he wanted to live here and now. Guess for Majins who could live for so long questioning how the world was didn’t seem like a waste of time.
When he mentioned the Queen, Sanbu seemed to not be aware of anyone else had fought her. “Many people had fought her. I was not the first nor the last. I suppose I was just the first who was out there for not selfish means.” He grits his teeth. He knew it was lying sure part of him was there to stop her because she was evil but part of the reason he was there was because she had hurt him. She had taken something from him that he could not get back. A feeling or thought that had long since left his cold body. Just another thing he lost when she sniffed his life away. Mollusc gritted his teeth harder just thinking about how she took that all the way. He took in a deep breath when Sanbu made note of his tension. “It just hard to think about her. To know she still out there and I failed. Even if I wanted to try again the gap has merely increased. That fight with her was my only chance to stop her, now we have to wait until she unleashes torment on us all.” Mollusc sighed.
Mollusc nodded along as Sanbu explained why he didn’t need to honor these people. They had no names they were just corpses to him. Yet he did make the point that he did honor those before him. The symbol on his headband was a symbol of that. “I can understand that. I’d not honor your people as I don’t know how can I expect you to honor ours.” Mollusc bowed his head. Then he went on about his absorption Mollusc nodding along. Rather use all you have then be wasteful. He could understand that as well but he still found it all. Once again though the Namekian people could give up their life to fuse with another person. If they were near death would it be a waste for them to give up their life? “I suppose it makes sense.” Mollusc sighed in defeat.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sanbu on Nov 16, 2019 15:45:54 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
When all passions were lost, when the many motivations one had knew so well all came to subside. Did one really have a means of carrying on? Sanbu would come to carefully listen to the responses Mollusc made with a steady ear. Having not talked to all that many Namekian himself, he knew not what might become of this rather strange meeting. Both context and location fairly odd even by his own standards. "Oh, yes. Balance. Such is what we need to carry on in this world. It never does one any good favoring one side or the other. Murder, pillaging, deceit and other acts we often consider evil can have their place if used correctly. I do not believe that there truly is something such as the immoral or moral. We, the thinking species are the only ones who really define our actions in such a way. A balance must be maintained at all costs and I do feel like its been leaning too heavily on a particular side. Though which? That question I simply cannot answer as of yet." Sanbu relaxed his arms, taking the opportunity to properly relax given the misconceptions he had taken from this engagement. More than what met the eye appeared to be in front of him and if he ever hoped to learn more about this individual he would have to keep an open mind. The Majin's face erupted into a sly grin, lips poised in a manner suggesting a devious character beneath his otherwise aloof disposition. "Interesting claim. The very first individual to not have fought her for selfish means. Though still, this desire to beat her. I cannot help but feel that there is a dire necessity to have to do so, solely seeking power alone is a pointless ambition." Sanbu scarfed down a small bag of ginger candy with a hurried quality. Emptying the contents of which in a fashin that suggested great hunger, the container which had originally once been so full on his was empty it seemed. Rubbing his hands clean of delicacy the Majin made sure to return focus to the Namekian before him. "What's this source of pain you speak of? That thing that troubles you so when you think of her? I know not what kind of person this woman is. I have not even the knowledge of her name in my mind. Just what torment is she to unleash upon this world? I may not possess the means to put an end to her ways but I feel as if that the combined forces of a many united hearts can make change true. I value both the good and evil in all of us but it must be always maintained no matter the cost." With an indifferent glance, Sanbu stared elsewhere for the time being. Eyes trained on the many graves around him, if there were ever a foreshadowing of what was likely to come he would need to look no further than this very place. His demise might inevitably come but the Majin hoped ever more that he could at least decide under what conditions it might happen. The very sigh of defeat Sanbu came to hear would be met with an expression of relief. Ever sarcastic with the way he smiled. "Nice to know you can see my perspective on things. My tutelage is one I hope to make more known in the galaxy, the old ways are unfortunately dying out from what I've seen."
|
|
|
|
Post by Mollusc on Nov 17, 2019 19:14:24 GMT -6
Mollusc nodded along following every word Sanbu said. A Balance was a good thing trying to stay between good and evil, power and control. Though he liked this idea he was unsure if he liked the idea that there were no such things as moral and Immoral. To him, there had to be something out there but he didn't speak. If Sanbu was right, what was the point of fighting Kayen per se? If she was neither Moral or Immoral just some force. Mollusc clenched his fist in anger at the thought. "No, I refuse to believe there are no morals or immoral actions. How would you tell someone is evil or good. Surely your people have some sort of answer to that." Mollusc growled in anger.
When he made a note that to do that he'd need something as in he would need strength to do it. "Yah I did need to gain a lot of strength in order to defeat her. Yet I was still too weak at the time. I would have needed to wait another ten years to catch up." He was just making a guess since she had already been twice his strength and she'd not stop growing. Plus she seemed to have mastered the super saiyan form now. He had no hope of beating a Super Saiyan form lacking its stamina weakness. When he asked about the main she caused he paused. "Hmmm, I suppose it is that I had a different life. I thought I was going to find something in it but she took that away. The people I knew changed she came. They went from good people to bad and I had to stop her from making it worse." Mollusc calmly stated.
He then made the point to say that maybe with a combined force they could beat he waved his arm off. "That won't do much. Sure we might beat her but that won't actually be the right way to do it. She needs to learn her lesson rather than just being killed in combat." Mollusc shook his head. She'd eventually be defeated or she'd change but he'd not be the one to do it. Someone else would eventually defeat her in one on one combat. That was the way it had to be. "Yes I can see your way on things I don't agree with everything but it does not mean you do not bring wisdom with your words." Mollusc bowed his head.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sanbu on Nov 20, 2019 11:12:07 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Of all the great troubles that plagued the thinking mind could it be not be argued that most of them focused on some variation of the problem of balance? Sanbu considered himself stuck in that rut much too often even by the basis of his own measure and it was rather forgiving. The Majin payed a careful eye to the way in which the Namekian would come to process the perspective he had given him. Though he might have no aroused his true rage, it was clear that the pot was stirred and whatever was brewing inside the ghost spelled for an unsavory reaction. Mollusc's expression would not be overlooked, given sufficient details and context a true conclusion could be reached. A smile came to surface upon Sanbu's face as he craftily tried to create a response more consumable to Namekian ears. "You refuse to believe such, do you? Well, I must say that's a most particular stance to take on the matter. Very bold of you I can commend such character. Our sense of right and wrong, it is an idea but not a truth in my eyes. An animal in the wild cares not about morality, it simply goes off of instinct. If you really seek to establish morality then I must say that the organic way is lost. I think it best to say that things are relative and nothing is truly one or the other. Our answer is there is no answer. It seems a little hopeless to say that we have an answer to something that we risk never knowing an answer to. Self interest is all we have, but truth? If that does exist I shan't find it with this body." Equally would the growl not be disregarded, met with a wince on Sanbu's part as he grimaced ever so slightly. A picture spoke a thousand words and this was more than a mere picture. "Strength is it? Woe is me then. We are nothing but mere beasts to one another, fools in this game of ours. I can sympathize to your problem, I have long grown a hunger for a slice of the action. There is no hope in doing anything without power, I have had many friends and allies and little has it changed. Without that very aspect of strength by our side, a numerous many of us were slain and the rest left with a remarkable shame that stays with us to this very day." The Majin took a moment to think, properly gathering his thoughts about the matter at hand. A dialogue hidden to the common observer was being had. A story was being told here and Sanbu sought to understand it well. "My mistake, perhaps I had thought this matter was of a different nature. I cannot relate to that sort of thing, she is at the far end of the sort of people I would prefer to carry in my company. I'm merely looking to cause a ruckus and incite some life in this decaying galaxy, I fear it will grow stagnant under the ever crushing might of a few choice individuals. I doubt she actually corrupted them in the true sense, whatever you consider as evil is whatever was within these people to begin with. We cannot escape our nature." The Majin smiled once more, laughing to himself in a hushed tone. He was no warrior but the reply made by the Namekian felt like a point worth acknowledging. Eyes wandering about as they stared aimlessly at the very sky above him. "I fear this might be one's undoing. To care about the right way or the wrong way whether or not it leads to the desired conclusion. I believe in honor, but not in that sense. I could care less if someone's learned a lesson or not if truly think that what I'm doing is right. Has her mind not already caused you reproach? Forget being fair and respectable, it is not relevant to the task at hand. A soldier dies a soldier's death, there is no grace for people who pursue that path." Sanbu returned the bow with that of his head, nodding a head at Mollusc. "There is power in numbers, if you trust the validity of this statement consider me lending my support. Pertaining to this issue. I do sympathize with you. I implore you however, do think of coalescing with like minded people."
|
|
|
|
Post by Mollusc on Nov 25, 2019 11:52:38 GMT -6
Mollusc nodded along as Sanbu seemed to have a counter to him. He seemed to be compared to people to animals. That how he understood it. Mollusc narrowed his eyes as he spoke the words. Mollusc didn't like that at all. To think that normal people were all alike animals? No Mollusc refused to think they were the same. He felt they were far different. "No, I can't agree with you on that. There are a right and wrong I know it to be true. I can't say I know where to find it but there is an answer somewhere. We are not the same as animals that just go based on instincts. We have a compass that guides us to do what is right, at least most of us." There was, of course, a lot of bad people who did terrible things but he believed most people looked out for good.
Mollusc nodded as Sanbu seemed to know the problem without having strength. If people didn't have the strength they cannot change much of the world. It was important but it seemed that numbers might work as well. Still, he'd rather have people stay out of the way of killing Kayen. People would have to learn about being wrong about her. Maybe that was a part of his bitterness. Sanbu then made his point clearly what she wanted. He wanted to cause a ruckus and keep life going in this galaxy. "I'd not call everything decaying. But I suppose going around the world finding stuff to do would be the best." Mollusc mused. As for his point about prehaps not corrupting them Mollusc eye Sanbu. "She has an artifact of dangerous magic. I am quite sure that is making her and those around her worse than they actually are." Mollusc said sharply.
Mollusc grunted when as Sanbu keep on speaking. He was right about a lot of what he said but there would no need for numbers. "Maybe one day but no, you can't just defeat her with a ton of people." That would not work. It would not change her. Sure they could just kill her but he promised to Tarch not to kill. The only way she'd stop was if she was taken off her throne and forced to look upon herself once more. Mollusc sighed, he could not be sure who was going to be the one to do it but it was going to be a person. "It must be one person I must say. If it is more then she will not change and her defeat will not be sound." Mollusc declared.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sanbu on Nov 25, 2019 23:32:14 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
A predicament beyond compare, such was what this situation in particular felt like. When two minds came to collide like wicked waves with one another a most particular thing tended to happen. Here were wills that both contrasted each other and bore a perspective on matters that Sanbu deemed equally worthy of consideration. It became quite clear to the Majin that things he had spoken to the Namekian had left a lasting impact on the individual. Here stood two schools of thought, and rapidly were they crashing against each other in heated dance. To stave off what was likely an inevitability only spelled more harm for those involved. Sanbu could not help but feel glad that things had reached this point to such an extent. Smiling at the ghost while he crossed his arms all the while, the informed response Mollusc had delivered to him would not be disregarded. Now came the moment for him to say his part and make it clear. "Most intriguing claim, from where I hail few might manage to that sort of a conclusion. Whatever you mean by this so called compass, I do not believe in such a thing. In my eyes good and evil is a decision we make for ourselves based on our self imposed philosophy. To follow one's compass is really being no better than an animal in the end, I argue that instinct is a very comparable idea. On the other hand a true philosophy that one believes in has no place for good and evil, it simply permits one to do what they see right. I do not doubt that many people who are in possession of remarkable power believe that they are in their right state of mind. Forget it, I lead not by a tool that may lie to me but by a means of transportation certain to lead me to the conclusions I deem just." Without another word to be said on his person, Sanbu would take hold of his pipe and light it anew with a flame jut out from a spare finger. Smoking from it briefly as he took the spare opportunity to find the words necessary to explain himself. This was slowly but surely becoming a most peculiar exchange for the young Majin. Pipe out of his mouth he blew out the final bits of the fumes without any hesitation. This was more than just recreation, deep thought was actually being had here. "Ever optimistic you are, intriguing perspective to have. It is always worthy to find something to do as to occupy one's time however concerning this individual I think it best spent carefully. And as for this artifact you speak of.. I have heard a many tales of objects of similar property and I am afraid that it is not so simple to say that the target is corrupted by it beyond control."
Sanbu would sigh, shaking his head at the matter. "If you really believe that this artifact came in the way of a Super Saiyan's sense of morality and equally that of their comrades', I have little words for you. If you wish to give this person excuses so be it but I wish you were more inventive with that your claims. Magic is rarely ever so powerful, the tyranny of many, the pain of even more and the control of a significant portion of the galaxy's power cannot all be blamed on a sole artifact. Wherever her compass points, it is not where you think." Sanbu laughed aloud as he came to briefly maintain a silence. "However throughout all of this you have managed a great clarity to me. You are right, we truly are not meant to hold our blades together in this effort. If change is to happen I am best to forget your hand. Numbers can very well have an impact, I believe this much at least. In war, some people might just never learn and even if they did. At what cost? Must months if not years go by as their rule bleeds into other realms? I am certain that other people feel similar." The Majin continued smoking, pausing between puff as to speak with a hazy sound to his voice. Flustered all the more by what he was hearing. "These Saiyans, I have heard many things from them and met a varied few but among all them there appears to be a certainty: They are a warrior race who knows the art of battle quite well. This civilized pursuit of yours, better is it suited for the civilian than it is for the warlord. A figure of that standing shan't get their heart pierced by feeble words. With the way you speak you strike me as someone who knows admiration for this woman. Are you sure that this perspective of yours isn't tainted by complex feelings? Wars are not won with emotions but the blade that has none."
|
|
