LOREN
Alright, well, now that they’d made it through LongNight, it was past time to figure out what was going on with his magic. His encounter with Oia’i’o had provided explanations, but not answers. Enough was enough. Loren needed to get his summoning under control, or, if not, needed to figure out what other gifts he had. After all, his magic had been growing in leaps and bounds since he’d returned from his mental breakdown; he’d decided at some point during the week of darkness to stop holding himself back for fear of hurting others. That applied to every aspect of his life.
Of course, in order to stop holding himself back, he had to find out his limits first. So he’d sent a note to Deimos asking the other man to meet at the Oasis for training and evaluation; while the Launceleyn didn’t anticipate things getting out of hand, he wanted somewhere remote where they could contain any damage and prevent any potential onlookers or gawkers from getting hurt. It was past time for the General to find out what his subordinate were capable of, and that required an environment where they could both cut loose. Perhaps they’d both learn something today.
Although the summoner had brought his staff, he wasn’t holding it at the moment. Instead, he had leaned it against a nearly tree and was seated in a cross-legged position, meditating. While it wasn’t necessary for him to access his magic anymore—the days of his spellcasting being weak and paltry were far behind him—it still steadied his nerves. Deimos had a well-deserved reputation as a fighter and Loren, for all his power, well didn’t. Although he knew he was strong and had been trained, he’d been in very few actual fights, especially in Caido. Time to find out what he was made of. Astra was nowhere to be seen. Although luxere guarded against dark magic in some way the summoner didn't quite understand, today it would be the Launceleyn alone against the General.
Of course, in order to stop holding himself back, he had to find out his limits first. So he’d sent a note to Deimos asking the other man to meet at the Oasis for training and evaluation; while the Launceleyn didn’t anticipate things getting out of hand, he wanted somewhere remote where they could contain any damage and prevent any potential onlookers or gawkers from getting hurt. It was past time for the General to find out what his subordinate were capable of, and that required an environment where they could both cut loose. Perhaps they’d both learn something today.
Although the summoner had brought his staff, he wasn’t holding it at the moment. Instead, he had leaned it against a nearly tree and was seated in a cross-legged position, meditating. While it wasn’t necessary for him to access his magic anymore—the days of his spellcasting being weak and paltry were far behind him—it still steadied his nerves. Deimos had a well-deserved reputation as a fighter and Loren, for all his power, well didn’t. Although he knew he was strong and had been trained, he’d been in very few actual fights, especially in Caido. Time to find out what he was made of. Astra was nowhere to be seen. Although luxere guarded against dark magic in some way the summoner didn't quite understand, today it would be the Launceleyn alone against the General.
but I've been down here before
and I know the way out
and I know the way out
