OOC:More writers block content. Just a brief morality check on Raven . And some magic skills. I do realize I updated it yesterday, but I guess I posted this now since I won't have internet tomorrow...or the day after..or maybe even after that.Colonel Mustard:
It was silly! He wanted to impress his pops by continuing the fight. His father might point out a thing or two, as he always does. But Draken's state of health might be of a concern
~Chapter Twenty Four: Philosophy Lessons~
Raven stood with her hands spread out before her. She muttered the words and waved her hands slightly around the air ahead. She concentrated all of her power on the act. The tip of her palms began to heat up and slowly brighten, before she knew it a small orange flame was created. She held the tip of the shaky fire around her palm, using her other hand to manipulate the fire into a small burning ball. As she did it, however, the ball suddenly exploded, burning the tips of her fingers and the side of her left hand.
“Damn the gods!” Raven suddenly called out, flailing her hands about, attempting to shake off the pain.
Loromann, the Altmer scholar and teacher, had spotted a strong flaw in Raven’s technique. Now she was determined rectify it. Even if it meant sacrificing hours of sleep. She was now was relentless in her desire for perfection-not only in her destruction training, but in all of her studies as well.
“Conserving your power is a key to victory. Putting forth your strength to win a battle is no demonstration of skill. This is what we call tactics, the least form of the art of war magic.”
Raven slid her burnt fingers in her mouth, now trying to sooth it with the cold touch of her tongue. She recognized his sentence from a book she had read before. She was going to try once more, but Loromann had ended the possibility.
"That is enough.“ His voice called out. At that single decree all the apprentice had put an abrupt end to their actions and turned their attention to the Scholar. He was standing at the front of the assemblage, facing everyone.
Raven eyed him as he stepped down from the stairs that led to the main building. He was taller than the average High Elf, and he had a distinct curly hair that separated from the others.
"You may rest for a few minutes," he notified them. "We will commence our lessons shortly.”
Raven, as most of the students, took the time to rest. Rubbing her hands, she sought to appease the pain that threatened to consume the entire member.
She saw Maela walking out of the building in the distance. She called out her name, though she saw that Maela was avoiding her for some reason. Ever since I arrived, she would not even look at me, Raven wondered.
And so came Maela, walking toward her, dressed in a green robe of an apprentice. She smiled, but only vaguely, as if something was troubling her. Raven saw it necessary to find out more from this woman, she couldn’t help the feeling that there was something…odd about her. And that bothered her very much.
“The apprentice of the Arch-Mage graces me with her presence. I am humbled.” Raven teased with a smile on her face.
“I am but a learner, just as you are.” She said with a timid voice. Raven detected her attitude, and tried to act against it by patting the ground next to her.
“Please,” she began. “Sit with me.”
The girl took a seat next to Raven, eyes looking upon the burnt hand. “By the Nine, that happens a lot here. Not as often as it should, you just need more practice.”
Raven shrugged. “With time.”
There was a moment of silence which began to peeve Raven. She wanted to befriend Maela, more than before. A sister-like bond for the sake of information. “I wanted to talk to you for some time now. Why do you flee the sight of me?”
Maela bit her tongue. “I…felt embarrassed for what happened. I think I was partially responsible for letting harm come to you. I ran away instead of helping you.”
The Imperial touched her gently on the shoulder. “Strike guilt from your mind. It is fine. I am completely unharmed. Do not ever think yourself a coward.”
“Your brother did.” she said coldly. Raven saw the sudden surprise in her eyes, and she too had a similar expression.
“He attacked me after I searched for him.”
“Please, you must forgive my brother. He can be brash at times.” She cooed. But Maela was dwelling too much in the past, it seemed.
“His anger was understandable, though not his strength,” she confessed. Damn the gods twice fold,
she swore at Draken’s folly. “He is too caught up on potions of strength. It’s a sad addiction he has.”
Maela kept staring at Raven with a curious gaze. “Your intriguing.”
“How so?” Raven returned the exact expression.
“You are a night owl. I caught you prowling about the university in the late hours. You sleep the entire day, I fear you‘ve gone hermit way before appointed time. If only I could sleep for two hours I would be happy. But I got much to do.”Like what exactly?
Raven had to wonder.
“I use to read for hours at night back at my father’s house,” Raven explained. “When morning came, I fell asleep in my bed. I sort of developed a habit out of it, I‘m afraid.”
It was a clever enough lie. Four days in the university and most saw that indeed she loved to read. Though honestly, she used it as a guise for herself. From her time there, she only observed each and every student and apprentice, seeing their weaknesses and their strengths. Their relationships with the instructors and one another. Though there were a few that were as reclusive as she was, only training during the morning. This day, she made an exception to practice during the day for the sole reason to study them.
“Well, that explains it,” Maela said. “And your brother? You told to me that he was recruited by the Legion.”
“I hold no knowledge on what goes on with Draken. But he is well on his way to joining the Legion.”
She then heard sounds of movements around her and Maela; the light shuffling of robes as the other mages stopped at their break to begin their lessons. All of the apprentices sat in their benches to await the next teachings of magic.
Loromann clapped his hands, summoning the entire class to take s eat in the open. As the students settled in their seats, engaged in conversations with one another, he spoke out and the lesson began. But this was not the same lessons on the mysterious of the mundane world, or the planes of Oblivion, or any of the schools of magic. The topic of choice was morality and philosophy.
He asked them questions on what is good and what is evil. He even touched on necromancy. From her time there, she saw that the Mages Guild vilify necromancy. She herself hated necromancy and those who practiced it. While she had the power to raise the dead for a short amount of, the thought of her being controlled was nerve wrecking. Raven was bothered that the arcane teachings of the university strayed far into a concept such as this. I could have been learning something of value, not this morality nonsense,
she complained. Turning to Maela, she whispered silently. “This is ridiculous. I am going back to the dorms, perhaps you would accompany for a study? Just between us.”
“Raven!” called out Loromann. “Would you care to explain to us what you know about what is good and what is evil?”
“No,” was a simple but honest reply. “I would not care. You informed us yesterday that we would be learning more about the school of destruction and how to conjure lightning.”
“She doesn’t know anything. She‘s just a new girl, not a scholar.” Called out a challenger. It was the annoying High Elf that her and Draken first came across the day of the kidnapping. Elmor was his name. Just as stupid as the smug grin on his golden face. Elmor thought himself above the students, as most Altmer did. But Raven was sure of her own superiority over his kind. While she was tempted to leave and seek rest, she was eager to give Elmor a piece of her mind.
She sighed impatiently, shooting a glance at Loromann. “There is no good or evil.”
Elmor giggled sarcastically. “A short answer for one who does not understand.”
“Elmor,” the teacher addressed him. “Show some respect.”
Raven folded her legs as she sat back. “Good is a concept forged by individuals who cannot act without regret. Evil is an ignorant label titled upon those who would harm the weak...by the weak themselves. A figment of one’s imagination to segregate those with the power to destroy and to change. They consider those with power to be abhorrent and detestable.”
“Please, Raven, elaborate.” Said an intrigued Loromann.
“Daedra for example; Molag Bal, Clavicus Vile, Mehrunes Dagon, Sheogorath. All those powerful entities are considered evil because of what they do. Yet they represent what they manifest. They are a force of fate, fundamentally different than those of Man. They represent change, evolution, domination, corruption.”
“You speak of Daedra. It is not the same.” Elmor continued.
,” Raven snapped. “It is
. Petty concepts of good and evil are established by the moral codes of mortals, which falsely dictates what is right and what is wrong in this natural world. Fate and destiny holds no regards. Of course, In a way, the world of us mortals reflect that of the Princes. ”
Loromann made a sound of amusement. “Hmm. And you do not consider yourself among us mortals, Raven? Are you a god or a Daedra in disguise?” he teased. “Please, I am truly fascinated by your school of thought. Elaborate.”
“It is an illusion.” Raven continued. “An illusion, quite like equality. Equality is a myth fabricated to please the multitude of mentally impaired men, women and children. There always is, always was and always shall be a stronger, more powerful individual who stands out against another. There is weak people and strong people. Should you gaze upon a wild struggle between two creatures, predator and prey, you will find often that predators will kill and destroy the prey. The weak are always culled from the world, while the strong persevere."
Elmor released an exaggerated laugh, which caused Raven to attempt to roll her eyes. She was not eager to hear what he would say, for she did not care. “Animals, Raven. We are intellectual beings. We are far more evolved than primitive animals who only know how to kill, feed and survive.”
Raven stood up from her bench, irritated. Though she did not show it. Her exterior bespoke tranquility and peace. “Do you eat and drink, Elmor?”
He had a foolish smirk on his face, his eyebrows raising as he shrugged. “I do.”
Everyone shifted in their seats, some smiling in interest while some simply remained calm and collected.
“Why?” Raven asked.
“A stupid question. Because if I don’t I will die. I hardly see where this is--”
“Why do you kill?” She asked again.
“I do not kill.”
“If you were ambushed by a group of famished minotaurs or a tribe of goblins, and you had no way to flee. What would you do? Submit and die?”
“I would fight.” He answered, not amused.
“You would fight.” Raven repeated in a mocking tone. “And to ensure your survival, you would kill. And would you call that evil? Is seeking improvement for yourself something malevolent at all?”
“I would call--”
She interrupted him once more, looking at Loromman while holding her hands behind her back. “I could spend the entire day speaking on the subject, so I shall make this very brief. It is all subjective. Evil is a point of view. Just that. A perspective. I understand philosphy, Loromann. I've studied the various beliefs and ethics of different organizations, cultures and races. And what I believe is my final say on the matter. Now if you can excuse me, I must return to my studies on something that will be of benefit."
Without waiting for a response or another verbal debate, Raven excuse herself from the group to retreat to her dorm. She was both hungry and thirsty and did not have her fill of fresh blood. Perhaps the time lost without it resulted in her brief outburst, of course not everyone would think that.
Most young women would worry about their bodily needs and hygienic issues, but Raven was glad that she was free from the universal worries of female mortals. As she was in a sense, dead, her body was cold and dry. As most vampires, if she ever were to be slain she would be reduced to dust or ash. And as all vampires, she needed a daily dose of the sweet red nectar.Oh who I wouldn’t kill for a single drop of infant blood!
She craved the blood of a child or a newborn. Untainted by the world. But for now she would just have to enjoy and make due with what she could.
She retreated to the dorm room. The clock at the entrance pointed toward Six o’clock in the morning, right before sunrise. She was feeling particularly sleepy already. She walked up the stairs toward her dorms, opening the door and sliding into her room. The corner of the room was dark and without a mirror, which was far more soothing than sleeping underneath the rays of the sun.
Changing her clothes into something more comfortable, Raven removed her robes in exchange for something silkier. Standing shirtless in the dorm, she studied her own reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were already changing. Her pupils were pitch black, the irises of her eye were completely yellow, while the sclera was slightly red. It was very noticeable. Her skin was already beginning to grow more pale and her veins a bit more pronounced, as her teeth was slightly sharper.
Reaching into her personal alchemy chest, she retrieved a bottle of human blood. One of her personal belongings that she was allowed to bring back from her home. She opened the lid and drank down it’s contents. Due to it being unused, the blood was cold, and it tasted worse than it normally would. She drank the entire bottle, and it was not enough. She retreated one of the last two remaining bottles and emptied it of the nectar. As she drank it, she saw the paleness in her skin slowly assume color. It was not the same pinkish color as humans, but it was close enough. Her eyes also had been replaced with a golden taint, yet the hue of vampirism was still present.
Suddenly, the door opened. Raven, already dressed by then, whirled around to see who the intruder was. She frowned as the individual entered. It was Elmor. What in the name of Molag do you want?
He closed the door behind him, forcing it with his hands held behind his back. He kept his eyes on Raven. His expression was alert and studious.
“I desire sleep, Elmor. We can discuss philosophy later."
He did not respond right away. Instead, the Mer continued to watch her. Peeved and annoyed, Raven did the same, staring right back at him. The empty bottle of blood still in her hand.
“I know what you are.” Elmor finally spoke.