Josephine closed the door behind her, trying to calm herself. With shaky hands, she pulled a chair out and sat heavily down, deep in thought.
"Well?" Ca the rciless voice from behind the desk. She noticed that her father hadn't even bothered to glance up from the docunts he was looking over, not that she expected much in the way of concern from him.
After taking a few monts to calm herself, she replied. "His soul is strong. Very strong, but I don't believe I can give an accurate assessnt with such a brief examination."
The Count remained silent.
"I would have looked longer, but.....you know..." She spoke quickly before trailing off.
"Yes, I know. Tell this at least. What was unique about the person that just left my office? What made his soul special?" He asked while putting down the papers. For the fist ti since entering the room, she felt the full brunt of his gaze.
"It felt ancient, like the soul of Uncle Nur, but different....." She frowned as if trying to the right words. "It was....more diffuse...as if parts of his soul were just there, without really contributing. Then there was this hard, dense core that seed to be drawing everything around it closer."
Josephine shuddered again, trying to forget the mory. "It wasn't an evil soul, that I can promise. No malice or hate filled his essence, yet it wasn't a benevolent one either. The best way I could describe it is a mass of unthinking, uncaring power, seemingly waiting for so direction."
The Count paused to consider these revelations. While he had expected the youth to have a powerful soul considering his current strength, now he wasn't sure what to think of him.
From the sounds of it, the boy had a Reincarnator's soul, and a particularly potent one at that. Yet he lacked the will, experience, and air of superiority that the Count had co to expect from their kind. This ant he would have to alter a few of his plans.
Turning to face the city once more, he addressed his only daughter again. "You may go Josephine. You have been most helpful."
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Mike finally managed to work his way out of City Hall. After asking directions no less than four tis, he made it to the front lobby, and exited onto the street. He was beginning to wonder if it might not be so kind of annoying defense chanism designed to confuse invaders. There wasn't much he'd put past the Count at this point.
[I feel like I played right into his hands there, but for the life of , I can't see his end goal. Does he really just want to befriend soone with potential? Why do I feel like there should be more to it?]
With a start he realized that he'd completely forgotten about Tal and Brenden, who were presumably still waiting for him at the Guild. He hurried back to pick them up, fighting through the line of adventurers waiting to get their rewards. After a quick explanation of what happened, they all agreed to retire to inn Mike was staying at to talk about the event.
Before going down to the common room of the inn, he went upstairs to visit Sera's room, since her previous accommodations had burnt to the ground during the night.
"We're going to have a conversation regard our future plans down in the common room, if you would like to join." He explained after she had co to the door.
"Very well. There are a few things I would like to discuss."
Before he forgot, he made sure to hand her the bag of gold that had been laid aside for her. "Here, this is your share of the reward we received for last night."
With lightning speed Sera had the bag out of his hands, and was examining the contents with a delighted expression on her face. She dumped it out on her bed, stared greedily at the resulting pile for a mont, before throwing herself into it, and rolling around and giggling hysterically.
In fact, she was so wrapped up in her enjoynt of her newfound wealth, she completely forgot he was still standing in the doorway, until he coughed. She froze mid-roll, and Mike was able to watch the realization dawn on her, as her face slowly turned beet red.
Sitting up, she cleared her throat. "Heh-hem, I'll be down in a little bit. I just have to do a little.......cleaning to do."
"Right...I'll et you down there." He said while closing the door. He waited for a few seconds, and soon heard the sounds of coins tinkling and a muted squeal of joy.
[Didn't take her for a greedy one, but I guess you can't judge a book by its cover.]
He joined the others, and after ordering a round of drinks for everyone, began the discussion.
"So, I've been given a recomndation for entry into the University of Wyrport. Although, it sounds like a great opportunity, it will co with so strings attached. I'm not sure if I am willing to put myself into the power of Count Graveston just for the chance to study." He said while sipping his ale. He noticed that the alcohol barely had any effect on him anymore.
[I need to find myself so stronger stuff at so point.]
"Recomndation rare. Good opportunity. Should take." The elf added, evidently dismissing his concerns.
"Tal's right." Brenden added, leaning back in his chair with arms behind his head. "Even if you are a noble, its hard to get into the University. Its got a reputation of being kinda exclusive. Even the King's kids had to pass a bunch of hard tests to get in."
"So, does that an I'll still have to do so kind of entry test?"
"Yes. Will be fine." Tal answered quickly while waving Sera over. The Oracle had evidently finished her 'cleaning.'
"Where are we at?" She asked while taking her seat.
"We're trying to convince Mike to go to the University of Almirn, since the Count wrote him a letter of recomndation." Brenden chid in.
She whirled on Mike with stars in her eyes. "The University! You'll definitely go, right? Graduating from there would give you all kind of opportunities!"
Mike leaned away from the overenthusiastic girl. "I'm still thinking about it. I don't know much about how they operate, but I can only imagine that it would be a huge ti commitnt."
"I think that depends a lot on you, and what you want to study. I know of so people that graduate in a year or even a few months. So can take ten or twenty years. You can pretty much stay there so long as you can afford to do so."
"Hmm...." Mike frowned while taking another sip. "I suppose it does sound like a good opportunity. With my tuition and living expenses covered, combined with a decent stipend, I can't really ask for more."
"What?! He's paying for all of that, too?! You have to take it, then. It would be insane not too." Sera exclaid while standing, causing the rest of the patrons of the common room to stare at her.
Flushing from the sudden attention, she sat down.
Mike continued, "Leaving that aside, what are the rest of you planning on doing?"
All three of them looked at him like he was stupid. Brenden replied, "What are you talking about? We're going with you. I thought that was clear."
He was flabbergasted. "What? All of you? Why?"
"Destined. Also want to." Tal cut in with a subtle smile....probably.
"Yeah! Besides, you'll need in the future. Its been foretold." Sera said smugly.
"What do you an destined?" He asked, ignoring the Oracle.
"Can Appraise?"
He nodded, a little confused.
"Do so."
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Talitha Valikenateil Lorethenica
Race: Sun Elf
Age: 64
Class: Spirit Binder
Title: Companion of the Hero
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".....Eh?" Mike could only reply laly.
"What's going on?" Sera asked, sensing that she was being left out.
Mike quickly used Appraise on Brenden as well.
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Brenden
Race: Dog Beastman/Unknown
Age: 17
Class: Raging Warrior
Title: Companion of the Hero
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"Ah....so...I guess you know."
"Know what?" The Oracle asked, starting to get a little angry.
"The title popped up soti last night. Although, I had so suspicions when I saw you do that thing in the dungeon." Brenden said with his own smile.
"I see...Are you two sure? A title shouldn't decide your path in life. I an we barely know each other."
"h, I didn't have much else going on. At least this way I'll get so interesting stories out of it." He replied as his face split open into a cocky grin.
"Given purpose. Appreciated." The elf comnted simply.
Mike didn't know how to respond. He'd never had companions like this. His forr life had been one of solitude. This comraderie was a strange feeling, but one he was starting to really enjoy.
"Besides," Brenden continued, "This way I get to say I fought alongside the Hero."
".....What?!" Sera exclaid while standing again, but quickly returned to her seat, once again embarrassed.
She hissed more softly, "What does he an your the Hero?!"
"Well, that's kind of a funny story." Mike replied while scratching the back of his head. "A little while ago, while on a request for the guild, a friend I fought this large bat monster called a vargul. It nearly killed the both of us, but when it was about to crush an innocent girl, I suddenly got a lot more powerful and was able to defeat. When I checked my [Status] I had the title."
"Nothing about that was funny." Brenden replied while shaking his head.
Mike shot him an angry glare.
"A Trial of Revelation....." The Oracle responded, suddenly lost in thought. "But that doesn't make sense, the Hero wasn't supposed to rise for another five years at least. My mother's visions told her so, and she was never wrong."
"I don't know what to tell you. Maybe the future changed." He said, figuring that his Fate-Touched skill probably played a role in that. He wondered what else he'd thrown off with just his presence.
"....Maybe.....but my mother's has never been wrong before......" Sera looked lost, and a little betrayed. As if the foundations of her faith had been shaken by the revelation.
Mike tried to give her a comforting pat on the shoulder, but she suddenly stood, "I'm sorry, I need to be alone for awhile."
She quickly disappeared back upstairs.
Sighing, Mike looked at the other two. "Well, I guess we'll put the discussion on hold for the ti being. There are still a few things I would like to take care of in Wyrport, so I won't be leaving right away."
"No rush." Tal said while standing herself. "et here tomorrow?"
"Yeah, let's plan for that."
Saying a few quick goodbyes to his companions, he stayed in the common room, drinking and thinking about his future.
He was still contemplating the implications of having destined companions, when a familiar figure sat down across from him.
"You've seen better days, friend."
Mike glanced up, chuckling. "I could say the sa to you, Morris. It looks like sothing chewed you up and spit you out."
Laughing, the bard order a drink himself. "That's not too far off. Had a run in with a demon that was pretty much one big set of jaws. It clamped down on my leg and wouldn't let go. I eventually had to shove my whole leg into a rain barrel and wait for it to drown."
"Sounds like you had quite the night."
Morris took a sip from his newly arrived drink. "From what I've heard, you had a much more interesting ti. You saved the city. Well done."
"How...."
Morris continued before he had a chance to ask. "I'm guessing Count Graveston has already given you his letter of recomndation. What have you decided to do?"
Mike stared for a second, "How do you know about that?"
"Of course I know, I was the one who suggested that he write it."
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