Andraxus & Yerdivhloeds - Life and Death

[Malchaeius]

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[i didn't log the tells that came before, nor do I remember them. Basicly, Andraxus asked Yerdivhloeds if she feared death, and she was asking questions to try and figure out where he was coming from. Enjoy.]

Within the Center of the Encampment

A large campfire burns brightly here, casting shadows all around the

area. Several medium sized rocks circle the fire, upon their surfaces are

runes drawn in human blood. A towering metal spike rises from the ground,

high into the air. Stacked upon it are several decapitated heads, each

contorted into a look of extreme fright. From here, paths trail off north,

east, and westward. To the north the path appears to lead to a rather large

hut, both west and eastward seem to lead into the shadows.

[Exits: north east south west]

(Glowing) A large campfire burns brightly here.

(Charmed) A large, black raven perches here.

You say 'Hello.'

Someone says 'Greetings.'

Someone says 'So I have answered your questions. Now I think you should do me the courtesy of answering mine.'

You tell someone 'They're seperate, but aren't they related?'

[Talking about life and death.]

You say 'I'm still puzzled.'

Someone says 'Life and Death are powers, entities that you will, that motivate action and reaction.'

Someone says 'In the case of life, conception is the action, and living is the reaction.'

The day has begun.

You feel you can handle more beasts again.

Tiny bubbles of air stream from the sides of Andraxus's helmet.

Yerdivhloeds wiggles her nose thoughtfully.

Someone says 'In the case of death, some sort of mortality invoking incident is the action, and cessation of life is the reaction.'

The sun rises in the east.

The bellows on the side of Andraxus's helmet hiss softly.

Someone says 'Be it time, or an unfortunate accident, or murder.'

Someone says 'Nonetheless, in neither case is Life or Death truly existent, only represented.'

Yerdivhloeds scratches at her cheek, green eyes going in the upper left corner of her mind.

Someone says 'Almost like a democracy, if you will. The power is existent, but only represented in legislation, not present.'

You say 'Well why do we talk like they exist?'

Someone says 'Life and Death do exist.'

Someone says 'They are governed by forces unseen and unknown to most mortals.'

Someone says 'But they do exist.'

Someone says 'For example. I am a representative of Death. I display its power, and preach its will.'

Someone says 'But I am not Death.'

Someone says 'I am merely a tool of it.'

Yerdivhloeds kneels down and coos at a small flower for a moment, then cocks her head sideways in curiosity to the invisible visiter.

You say 'Hmm...'

Someone says 'So the cyclical conversation returns to its origin.'

Someone says 'I have answered your question, will you answer mine?'

With a smile, Yerdivhloeds says, 'I never thought about it until now. I always enjoyed living with a free caring life.' She pauses.

Someone chuckles softly, an amused look creeping over his face. 'Eventually, one must consider the larger picture. It is inevitable.'

You say 'I value my life, hmm... and I can die, that's for sure... then...'

Again, Yerdivhloeds scrunches up her nose as she thinks.

The sun slowly disappears in the west.

You say '... knowing that, then death places an emphasis on living.'

Andraxus fades into existence.

You say 'So I feel?'

The night has begun.

It starts to rain.

The bellows on the side of Andraxus's helmet hiss softly.

You say 'Hmm... ah, that's what I feel. I love living because it invigorates me, and I am aware that it can be taken away. That's what makes something important.'

You say 'If it can be taken away, the value of it becomes greater.'

Glaela walks in.

Glaela smiles happily.

Glaela walks south.

Andraxus says 'So you fear Death's power, not because it is infinite, but because it can strip you of life?'

You say 'Can't it be both?'

Yerdivhloeds looks thoughtfully at the sky.

Andraxus says 'I suppose it could, but if it is in your case, you have not represented it thusly.'

You smile happily.

look Andraxus

A well-groomed gentleman stands here, charismatic and confident in his

posture. Delicately arched silver eyebrows have been carefully cultivated

to accent the endless pools of emerald green that make up his eyes. His

skin is pale yet firm, drawn taut over high cheekbones. Painstakingly

maintained silver hair, shot through with streaks of gleaming white is held

back in a leather cord. Thin, black-framed spectacles rest lightly on his

nose, only adding to his pleasant-looking countenance. Clean-shaven and

clean-cut, it is quite apparent that this individual cares about his

appearance.

Perfectly tailored, a gray silk vest covers an immaculate white silk shirt.

A small brooch on the collar of this vest is designed to look like a silver

dragon with emerald eyes. Dark and magnificent, an onyx chain dangles from

his neck, bearing the same insignia. The spotless sleeves of his shirt

reach precisely to his wrists, where they are met by equally pristine gray

riding gloves. Silver cufflinks shaped like tiny daggers adorn the cuffs of

his shirt, proving also that this man affords himself only the best.

Impeccably ironed gray silk pants lay flat against his slim legs, again

looking as if an expert tailor had sewed them. A thin, dark gray belt with

an elegantly worked silver buckle is tucked about his lithe waist, although

his masterfully cut pants are far from needing the additional support.

Gleaming with polish, the black riding boots he wears complete his attire,

each marked with a finely wrought silver buckle.

He has done a fair amount of traveling.

Andraxus is in excellent condition.

You say 'I like you. You really are a person who makes people think.'

Andraxus says 'I try.'

Andraxus winks suggestively.

You say 'I usually just go with what I feel, perhaps it's a strange way for you.'

The clouds disappear.

Andraxus scratches his chin thoughtfully, 'You seem to be on the right course to enlightenment about the Eternal. I do not think a demonstration of Death's power will be necessary, in your case.

'Aww...' Yerdivhloeds coos. Another pause, and she adds, 'So that means we get to hug?'

The sky is getting cloudy.

Andraxus smirks, chuckling softly. 'I would not go that far.'

The day has begun.

You say 'Well, if you don't get enough hugs on a daily basis, you might shrivel up like a flower with no sun.'

The sun rises in the east.

Andraxus frowns, a stern look crossing his face, 'To be perfectly honest, I think I would rather shrivel than endure such nauseating physical contact.'

'At least, that's what mother told me...' Yerdivhloeds adds.

[Awkward pause.]

Yerdivhloeds sticks two fingers, the index of each hand, into her mouth and stretches it out. Her eyes go cross. 'Dbo yer ever suhmile?' is barely made out as she speaks.

Andraxus shakes his head. 'Not sincerely. I find it an exercise in futility, when happiness and sadness are merely figments of one's imagination.'

Yerdivhloeds blinks once.

Andraxus says 'At any rate, I must focus my attention elsewhere.'

You say 'Okay then.'

You smile at him.

Andraxus says 'I hope you continue to trust your feelings. They seem to do you justice.'

Andraxus nods at you in agreement.

Yerdivhloeds wiggles her fingers in a wave and says, 'Well, keep thinking, Mr. Thinker.'

Andraxus nods again. 'Until we meet again.'

Andraxus rides south.