08-11-2020, 09:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-11-2020, 09:55 PM by Ascendancy.)
Allan was not shy to confrontation of rhethoric, but this was the first time he questioned Nik personally. He looked at Allan with a small measure of pride. “How old are you, Allan?” He asked.
“I’m twenty-six,” he responded.
Nik nodded. “You’re both ‘kids’,” he said with a small sense of derision for the word. With a glance, Nik appeared not much older than his companion. He saw age in himself, though. When he looked in the mirror, the eyes of the man who looked back were not those of any kid.
“You ask an important question. Why not delegate the risk to less important men? Expendable men? I am a god. I am powerful. The most powerful god alive, and even a king must join the battle sometimes. If this threat isn’t contained now, we won’t be able to undo the damage that follows, and if I can’t stop it, nobody can.”
He seized hold of the power, letting it fill him only a fraction of his potential. As threads of Firmament flowed through him, they curled all along the tunnel’s walls like a net painting a rocky mural. The stone shone under their touch, rippled and hardened to something smooth and strong. “I am at my strongest underground,” he said to himself as much as to Allan. Even now, awe filled his voice while his gaze drank in the sight.
“I can seal a tomb that nothing can escape, if necessary. Not even the Atharim hunter, Nox can do what I can do,” he said, releasing the powerful demonstration. Nox may betray him, but Nikolai didn't think he would, but that was why he wasn't going alone.
“You have an interest in this stuff. I encourage you to follow Nox where he will allow. Learn from him if you can. Later tonight, come to my quarters and I will show you something you can read on your own.”
((OOC: Allan written with permission))
“I’m twenty-six,” he responded.
Nik nodded. “You’re both ‘kids’,” he said with a small sense of derision for the word. With a glance, Nik appeared not much older than his companion. He saw age in himself, though. When he looked in the mirror, the eyes of the man who looked back were not those of any kid.
“You ask an important question. Why not delegate the risk to less important men? Expendable men? I am a god. I am powerful. The most powerful god alive, and even a king must join the battle sometimes. If this threat isn’t contained now, we won’t be able to undo the damage that follows, and if I can’t stop it, nobody can.”
He seized hold of the power, letting it fill him only a fraction of his potential. As threads of Firmament flowed through him, they curled all along the tunnel’s walls like a net painting a rocky mural. The stone shone under their touch, rippled and hardened to something smooth and strong. “I am at my strongest underground,” he said to himself as much as to Allan. Even now, awe filled his voice while his gaze drank in the sight.
“I can seal a tomb that nothing can escape, if necessary. Not even the Atharim hunter, Nox can do what I can do,” he said, releasing the powerful demonstration. Nox may betray him, but Nikolai didn't think he would, but that was why he wasn't going alone.
“You have an interest in this stuff. I encourage you to follow Nox where he will allow. Learn from him if you can. Later tonight, come to my quarters and I will show you something you can read on your own.”
((OOC: Allan written with permission))