It is a sunny day in Jastrey. Also, a slight breeze can be felt. In front of the lake, stands the town's residential snow elf, Seren, who had 4 dummies around him in a square shape. He lets out a breath of air and stands still for a while, seeming to be in a trance-like state. The area is so quiet, you could hear the water from the lake moving.
A red cloaked figure can be seen walking up to the lake, her hood is pulled up and she is carrying a bottle of rum in one hand and a chalice in the other. She looked up from the ground and stopped in her tracks when she saw Seren. She studied him for a moment then looked to Ozan. She walked to a farther side of the lake and sat in front of the water. Opening her rum she poured it into the cup and looked back to others. She turned her nose up and mumbled under her breath. "I had hoped I would be able to enjoy the lake alone for once." She huffed then took a long sip from her chalice.
A slight cuckle eminates from under the fur hood the ixifar is wearing, his beak sperating just so. "Vats de matter Capitain, vlood no longer zuiting vour pallet?" Pulling the breastplate from the water, he holds it up, to see how much of the soot has come off. Noting the flash of light and the ensuing Uordeq, he turns and nods at Leo, "Vou know, I vould hope vor a lezz flazshy entry, if was bent vor ze talent." Ozan shakes his head chuckling as he continues to scrub the breastplate clean, creating and even greater din, now that the stone is directly on the steel, scraping away a familiar symbol along with the soot.
Syra looked over to Leofrick as he flashed in and spoke. "Hello brother. I am fine, i was just hoping for some peace and quiet. How about yourself" She took another sip form her drink then looked at the Ixifar and tilted her head in confusion. "Blood? When did you see me with blood?" The Captain raised a brow and smiled a wicked grin after speaking she placed her drink beside her and laid back onto the grass with her hand placed under her head.
Ozan holds up the mostly clean armor to the light. The symbol is now clearly visable, its Zwey's old breastplate. Ozan proceeds to scrub the rest of the paint off, answering Syra as he scrapes. "In ze Varrior's Hall, vou had a zmall vial ov it. And vour nethers zeemed to froth at ze zight ov mine all over ze floor." Ozan chuckles at his crude jest. His eyes quickly dart over to Seren, and he notices the tentsion in his body. He grins and speaks, "Remeber Seren, Peace iz but a lie told to ze simple minded, Zere is only pazzion. Remember zis when you strike."
Seren lets out another breath. "But, Ozan. Passion... I understand, but peace..There is such a thing. One can be passionate about peace..."
Seren teleports and appears behind the dummy he was facing, and thrusts a palm foward, causing the top half to burst into a mist of ice. "Those passionate about peace..." He rushes over and lands a flaming punch through the middle of the adjacent dummy's torso. "Can obtain it. Though, one may ask themselves, 'What is my passion?' Well, mine..."
He rushes over to the next one and thrusts both of his hands foward, tearing off the two arms from the dummy as his hands burst through. "Protecting others. Protecting the forest. Being at one with myself, and nature.."
He rushes over to the last one and kicks his leg up, sending the last dummy to fly into the air. Seren snickers, and his eyes glow brighter, as he prepares to jump in the air. "Strength... comes from within your body... YOUR SOUL!!!!!!!"
Seren jumped as high as he could -Vigor-, meeting up with the dummy in mid-air. His fists begin to glow light blue and red, as he lands a flurry of blows onto the dummy. As he lands each one of his punches, embers can be seen falling from the dummy and little bits of ice begin to fall as well. He lands one final blow, sending the dummy back towards the ground as Seren -Agility- gracefully lands on the ground before the lake. He turns over to Ozan, eyes till glowing the same light blue as before. He smiles and says. "That. Is what I am passionate about."
Ozan grunts, and smiles. "Vat about zat was peaceful? You caused destruction, ze very elements bowed to your fists. How can vou preach power through peace?" Ozan walks out of the water, to a nearby tree. "Take zis tree. It is peaceful no? It iz strong, tall, and ancient. Many respect zee treez, for zees qualities. And yet...." Ozan's gaze hardens, energy begins to gather in his hand. "Through my Strength, I gain Power" says the ixifar, trowing the gathered energy at the tree, shearing the bark off. "For all zat zis tree stands for, all its power, I can destroy it. I, Ozan, can destroy something ten timez my age and experience, because I deny peace. I see it for the lie that it iz. Nozing is accomplished with peace."
Ozan trumps back into the water, and grabs the breastplate. He throws it on the ground at Seren's feet, and points at it. "Zat is vat happens ven you have ztrength and do not uze it. Ven you chain vourzelf down with rezponzibilities and having otherz depend on vou. Zvey vas a fool, he vas zee tree. He stood for much, but in ze end, was zo rooted down it kept him from acting, and it killed him."
Syra takes back the bottle and sets it back in it's place, she then lies back on the grass and closes her eyes. "Welcome. You're welcome to have as much as you'd like." The Captains ears perk up as Ozan spoke again, she listened quietly to the conversation between the Elf and Ixifar.
Leofrick hears the debate behind him. -Teleport- And is now is standing between them. "Seren, Silence is golden, you should use it more often my friend to find your way." He then turns to Ozan. "You, you are not to talk about Zwey that way. He was a good man. And you will not disgrace him in front of me." -Teleport- Leofrick is standing next to Syra and takes his seat next to her again. "These people, they do not yet understand."
Seren looked at Ozan and laughed for a moment. "Fair enough, I suppose. You bring up a very valid point. Perhaps you could show me more, some other time? I..must clean..." He turns behind him and uses his hands to point out all the debris from the dummies. "All of this. Besides, I did take an interest into what you were doing in the Warrior's Hall the other day, which is why I was trying this new way of meditation."
Seren's eyes continue to glow. He turns to Leofrick and smiles. "Leo, my friend, I agree. But, sometimes silence gets you in horrible situations. Ozan brought up a good point." He laughed joyfully and put his right hand on Leofrick's shoulder. "It'll be okay. Trust me."
He turned to walk towards all the parts of the dummies on the ground and begun to pick them up. He looked up at Syra, laying in the grass, and he spoke to her in a friendly tone of voice. "Relaxing, Syra?"
Syra continued to lie on the ground listening to the conversations with her eyes closed. "Hmm? Oh no, I'm not sure if anyone truly understands." Her voice was soft and relaxed. When Seren spoke Syra opened her eye and looked in his direction. "Yes, trying to any ways." this time her tone was a bit more dark. The Captain returned sitting in an upright position and grabbed her drink, she took a nice long sip and smiled.
Ozan clanks through the forest, a long pole with various pieces of armor hanging from it. The pauldrons are his own, as are the bracers. But, a scorched breastplate also hangs from the wood, a very large one at that. Noticing the snow elf, Ozan changes his course slightly, so that he could watch the curious elf and his dummies. Dropping the plate not to far from the water's edge, Ozan produces a black, misshapen stone from a pouch on his belt. He grabs the breastplate and tosses it into the water. He gathers his robes and tucks them into his belt, so his bare lower legs are exposed, and heads in after the armor. The stone makes a very rough, unhappy sound as it scrapes against the steel.