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rukhgate2013-01-15 11:21 am
800isenough) wrote in rukhgate2013-01-15 11:21 am
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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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I don't see why they can't find some other way to strengthen their bonds.
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[Privately, he feels that wherever this Kingdom DunBroch is, it must be a really, REALLY small kingdom. Not worth knowing, or at least not worthy of diplomatic relations with the huge Han Empire save for that of vassalage.]
There are...other ways.
[He knows of a few. Even soldiers knew about their lord's politicking ways. Zhang Liao's got his opinions, but a soldier's lot is not to think, but to do.]
But generally, marriage is the best option. By tying two families together, one can tie their fates together and therefore gain strong allies against adversity.
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That's a lad. Now let's hear about these other ways before we jump to any rash conclusions, shall we?
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Merida since when did you become the type to actually think things through first and make decisions later]no subject
An exchange of gifts could serve as a temporary measure. Awarding land to one's loyal allies could prove my lady's sincerity and dedication to keeping an alliance strong, as well as providing reinforcement if and when needed.
[But he will always lead back to this point:]
However, marriage is the best way of maintaining good bonds between allies. It is common for princes and princesses of different kingdoms to marry one another and so preserve the royal line, as well as to improve the ties between the families.