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[Rukhs. Dungeon Gates. Magicians.
Magic.
He could barely wrap his head around these terms, to acknowledge their existence as real and fact. Not just some slight of hand or a cheap charlatan's trick. No, there were flying carpets, magic spells that could lift a man of his feet and send him flying in one direction if he resisted, a strange crystal that pushed back when he carefully placed his hands on the smooth surface, and the alien architecture and foreign words that he had to accept as his reality now.
They called him an Indigo Mage, a Strength Mage. He glanced down at his hand; a warrior's hand, covered in calluses and skin hardened and toughened through war and training. Flexing his fingers, he frowned, closing them to form a fist and straining to find his Qi; the energy that brought forth strength from within. But where there was once something, now there was nothing. It was like reaching for a tool, no, it was like trying to move an arm or a leg, only to find...nothing. It was as if his access to his Qi was blocked.
He leaned his head back on the wall he was resting on outside his assigned room 107, closing his eyes in an attempt to block out the sounds and sights around him. He might appear relaxed, but his other hand gripped his twin axes tightly, an indication of the distress and inner turmoil he was feeling. He was still trying to come to terms with all that had happened back home, still searching for answers to the questions that burned within him, a quiet, intense flame that consumed his every being, and now that he was here, in Magnoshuttatt, his problems only multiplied. Quietly, he muttered to himself.]
Can the way of the warrior lead me home, when I'm no longer the warrior I once was?
[Maybe you overheard him? Without his Qi, his senses had been dulled and it was more difficult to notice people, especially with his eyes closed like that. Or perhaps you're wondering why he's just standing outside his room like that, still wearing the Chinese armour he arrived in. At any rate, he looked like he needed someone to talk to.]
Magic.
He could barely wrap his head around these terms, to acknowledge their existence as real and fact. Not just some slight of hand or a cheap charlatan's trick. No, there were flying carpets, magic spells that could lift a man of his feet and send him flying in one direction if he resisted, a strange crystal that pushed back when he carefully placed his hands on the smooth surface, and the alien architecture and foreign words that he had to accept as his reality now.
They called him an Indigo Mage, a Strength Mage. He glanced down at his hand; a warrior's hand, covered in calluses and skin hardened and toughened through war and training. Flexing his fingers, he frowned, closing them to form a fist and straining to find his Qi; the energy that brought forth strength from within. But where there was once something, now there was nothing. It was like reaching for a tool, no, it was like trying to move an arm or a leg, only to find...nothing. It was as if his access to his Qi was blocked.
He leaned his head back on the wall he was resting on outside his assigned room 107, closing his eyes in an attempt to block out the sounds and sights around him. He might appear relaxed, but his other hand gripped his twin axes tightly, an indication of the distress and inner turmoil he was feeling. He was still trying to come to terms with all that had happened back home, still searching for answers to the questions that burned within him, a quiet, intense flame that consumed his every being, and now that he was here, in Magnoshuttatt, his problems only multiplied. Quietly, he muttered to himself.]
Can the way of the warrior lead me home, when I'm no longer the warrior I once was?
[Maybe you overheard him? Without his Qi, his senses had been dulled and it was more difficult to notice people, especially with his eyes closed like that. Or perhaps you're wondering why he's just standing outside his room like that, still wearing the Chinese armour he arrived in. At any rate, he looked like he needed someone to talk to.]
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Believe me, I get where you're coming from. I'm not any happier about being forced to take involuntary levels of sorcerer than anyone else here.
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I see that I am not the only warrior trapped here. I am glad that we are sharing a room together. I do not have anything against the bookish students of this academy but I fear that I would make poor company for them.
[He somehow always scares off the young civil officers of Wei without even trying, but given that he was just fighting their soldiers a few months ago they might have good reason to fear his name.]
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Yes, I should warn you that the academy seems to have attracted an unusual number of teenagers and relatively innocent people. Not bad people, mind -- and there's one amazonian elf running around that I'm not sure if I should fear or flirt with -- but very few trained and experienced warriors.
[Because he has no doubt that Zhang has experience -- though he's already guessed that it's more of a professional soldier sort, rather than Roy's own 'adventurer' experience.]
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The situation is dire indeed. Who would kidnap the innocent and young girls and boys to serve as pawns in some twisted game? It will be difficult to make a strike against our captors without involving the majority of the civilian population.
[That has to be the reason why, right? Keep the more experienced warriors on a leash, threaten to harm the young if they step out of line?]
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[He shakes his head, concern clouding his brow. The past few months has just been one upheaval after another; losing Lord Lu Bu, Lady Diaochan and Lord Chen Gong, only to serve the man who signed their death warrant. Fighting and training alongside soldiers he had just tried to kill in his last battle. Adjusting to the codes of the new army that he was now a part off. Losing old friends, gaining new enemies, earning the trust of all the other generals under Lord Cao Cao who were now his compatriots...his life has just been like a leaf tossed and turned by the fickle winds of fate. He arrived in Magnoshutatt with just the armour on his back and his twin axes, but his baggage is equally as heavy as a fully loaded trunk, just not as visible. Now knowing that even the mysterious and powerful magicians of the academy could not, and would not, help them leave, he is struck by the magnitude of the task that awaits him. Stuck in an alien land and forced to rely on smoke and mirrors rather than his axes, fighting a fight that is both internal and external, tangible and not, bereft of friends and allies and all that is nearly familiar to him.
He will fight, of course. Zhang Liao is not a man to give up. He would rather die trying, than eke out the rest of his existence in the academy as a bookish student of magic. But his prospects do look grim, which lead back to the first question he asked himself: how was he to fight this fight, when he didn't even know how he was going to do so in the first place, lacking the skills, the focus and the confidence he once had in himself? Could he truly continue on in his path, trusting it to bring him home, when all he had seen it bring was dishonour, death and destruction>
Roy Greenhilt seems to be a good man with good insight. Perhaps he could be turned to for assistance.]
Master Roy Greenhilt, you told me that it was still possible to walk the path of a warrior, despite all that has happened. May I enquire why you think so?
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Because if I didn't believe that, I'd probably snap like a twig.
[That's the truest answer, if not necessarily the most reassuring.]
I may be forced to take a level or two in sorcerer, but that doesn't invalidate all the training I've done, or the experience I have. I can still fight, or negotiate from a position of strength. Just because they've finally made my dad's dreams come true, doesn't mean they've changed who I am.
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So all our training, it still means something.
[His training has definitely shaped him into the man he is today, but he cannot say for sure whether he likes the man he is now. His confidence in his abilities and his path has taken a giant beating after that mess at Xiapi Castle. But if he did not hold on to the path of the warrior, then he would have nothing. It is all he has ever followed, his reason for fighting, for living even.
The idea of not being a warrior is a horrible idea indeed. He barely manages to suppress a shudder.]
I do not know if what it means for me is right. But you are correct that without a path, we would be lost with no purpose in life. It would be a meaningless existence and a waste of potential.
I will continue on down the path of the warrior for now then, and I shall see where it will lead me, be it death or home.
Thank you for your advice, Master Roy Greenhilt.
[He salutes and bows once again, deeper this time than before to show his appreciation and respect.]
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Glad I could help. Honestly, it's the sort of question I've had to deal with even before I came here,k so it's not unfamiliar territory for me. But I'm proud to be a fighter, and nothing I've been though has changed that. I'm not about to let this start.
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I am willing to offer any assistance that I can give as well. We will need to work together if we are to escape in the end.
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If all is as you say, then perhaps this is less of a cage than I had originally imagined. At the very least my training shall not go neglected.
What about this...Magoi that we are to learn?
[There's a slight twitch of his mouth; he can't hide his dislike of magic very well.]
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[He looks down at his right hand.]
I have never performed anything like magic in my life. I do not see how this is possible.
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The second one worries me, because it means we're being raised to magically deal with a problem they can't on their own, and I don't like to consider what the problem could be.
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[He falls silent; but inside a flame has been struck. His pride may have taken a giant blow in recent times, but he'll be damned if he lets himself be used in such a way. His grip tightens on the handles of his axes; he'll fight for the right reasons this time.]
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