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Wold
The large bearkin lifts his totem, scrutinizing every last detail. Every feather, every scale, every wisp of cloud, every drop of rain needs to be perfect. He’s given up on explaining why realism isn’t perfection to his friends. By now, he knows they’re just playing with him. That’s fine when he’s not working on the totem, but he needs focus when he is.
Thankfully, Vieds and Gerlfi are both easily able to recognize when he needs to focus, though the changeling does seem to enjoy watching him work. He puts aside thoughts of his friends for now, and instead focuses on his totem. He reaches for his mana and his connection to the primal spirits, seeking for the connection he needs to advance his class.
He’s not there yet, but he’s close. A few minor changes to carve, then he needs to paint. He takes his knife, the carving tool looking tiny in his hand, and carefully adjusts a few feathers, and adds a little detail to some of the scales on the back. He studies his work for a few more moments before nodding and setting aside the knife, leaning back in satisfaction.
“So, are you a storm shaman yet?” asks Vieds with a straight face, even though Wold knows he wants to smirk.
“Have you mastered your star fire yet?” he rumbles in reply, scoring a hit on the pyromancer first.
“That’s not fair…” he grumbles as Wold rumbles in amusement.
“Did you get the mask to let you study the sun yet?” he tries, hoping to lift the changeling’s mood, yet failing as Vieds glowers.
“I did. Too bad it’s cloudy today!” he grumps as he holds up the obsidian mask. “I was looking forward to testing it out, too.”
“Can you simply make your own fireball and study that with the mask?” suggests Wold, before he looks around their room at the Slim Chance. “Outside, preferably.”
Vieds eyes the mask as he considers, then shrugs and stands. “Might as well. I know a secluded beach spot that I shouldn’t be able to burn anything, and if I need to, the ocean’s right there for me to dunk anything before it gets away from me.”
“Perhaps I’ll join you. I need to paint my totem before it's complete, and the waves will help focus me.”
“Me complaining at my fire will probably throw you off.”
Wold smirks at him. “Your complaints are as inevitable as the tides, so they don’t bother me.”
The changeling sticks his tongue out as Gerlfi walks in, who notices the totem, and pretends to ignore the tongue. “Totem finished?”
“He needs to paint it. How’s your strategy meetings going?”
The goblin grimaces. “Well, in that I’m learning. Poorly, in that I’m not even remotely close to beating Leo in chess. I’m getting better at recognizing when I’m in trouble, but I’m still not seeing how to stay out of it in the first place. He says it’s a good step, and the rest is just practice, but still.”
“Do you think you’ll advance by the time the raid happens?”
“Possibly,” answers Wold, even as Gerlfi shakes his head.
“I don’t think I’m gonna make it, either,” adds Vieds. “I can tell I’m working on something big, but Nova also says I need to be very careful when I try to apply what we’re working on. She says the part she’s trying to teach me is incredibly hot, and though going deeper into the sun will be even hotter, there’s a lot of things that can go wrong. It’s tempting to peer deeper… but with all these warnings I’m getting, I’m starting to wonder if I should try to find a different path to advance in.”
“It’s that dangerous?” asks Gerlfi, with Wold looking concerned.
“It could be, yeah. For such a laid back dungeon, Thedeim has a lot of scary ideas. I mean, imagine if Neverrest’s lich was like Rocky. What would it have done with power like his? And now with what Nova’s teaching me, I still feel like there’s things she’s holding back. Like… this is the lesser thing that Thedeim’s letting get out. What are the things he’s keeping back?”
Gerlfi looks uncomfortable at the insinuation, but Wold isn’t bothered.
“He is a hurricane that restrains itself.”
Gerlfi and Vieds both look at him like he sprouted a second head, so after a few seconds, he explains. “You really only noticed now? I realized when his Conduit dispersed Hullbreak’s hurricane.” He pauses as he recalls the memory. “Though looking back, only other primal classes and those with storm affinity seemed to actually understand what was happening. To an extent.”
He takes a moment to meet his friends’ eyes. “Thedeim’s Conduit did not have storm affinity when he went up to do battle. A hurricane is the most powerful storm there is, once it reaches its full potential. That was a weak one, but it still could have scoured Fourdock from existence. But the Stormeater earned his title. Thedeim has been hiding his fangs perhaps from the very beginning, only baring them when truly threatened. Do you two intend to threaten him?”
Gerlfi and Vieds confusedly shake their heads.
“Do you intend to threaten Fourdock?”
They shake their heads again, and Wold smiles. “Then why worry? He’s like a bear that prefers berries and honey, strong enough to get what he wants without needing to roar and posture. But if a challenger comes for his territory, he holds nothing back. And once the battle is over, he returns to idly doing what he wishes.”
His friends consider that, with Vieds eventually speaking up first. “A bear, hmm?”
Wold shrugs. “It’s not my fault very few things in nature want to challenge a bear. Would you rather I call him a dragon? How many dragons are satisfied with berries and honey?”
Gerlfi snorts. “Fair enough.”
Their conversation lapses into comfortable silence for a while, before Gerlfi speaks up again. “How long will it take you to paint your totem?”
“Not long. I have the pigments ready. I just need to apply them. Why?”
“I was thinking that, if you advance your class, you might be able to make a break in the clouds and let Vieds get a good look at the sun.”
Wold grunts in thought, the idea growing on him the more he considers. While his totem is of the Stormeater, would the spiritual concept content itself with a light snack of some loitering clouds? It probably wouldn’t hurt to try.
He nods and gets out his pigments, subtly infusing them with his mana as he mixes them with rain water he’s kept for just this purpose. He hears Gerlfi and Vieds start playing chess together, but mostly puts them out of his mind as he works. He empties his mind, letting the quiet pull of the Storm Shaman class guide him as he mixes and paints. He finds himself swapping brushes and colors constantly, pulled to and fro by the winds of the storm.
He sets his will and imposes back on it. A Storm Shaman must know the storm, yes, but he must also learn to guide it, to bring some small reason to the maelstrom. He still swaps brushes and colors, but now it’s a compromise rather than simply giving in to the demands of the storm. They must both give to both gain, and as the Stormeater showed, even a hurricane can be dispersed, if need be.
His fur stands on end as he finishes the last stroke of the brush, and the air he exhales to help dry it comes quicker and colder than it should. He smiles and raises his totem, standing with it as lightning dances through his thick fur, like clouds heralding a downpour.
He waves his hand and dismisses his mana, leaving a feeling of freshness as the atmosphere in the room returns to normal. He looks to his friends and sees them both staring at him, Vieds holding his queen like he was in the middle of a move. He smiles at them as he attaches the totem to his belt, and gives it a pat before speaking.
“Now I’m a Storm Shaman. Do you still want to go look at the sun?”
His friend looks at him for a few more seconds before registering he was asked a question, then takes a few seconds more to consider it. “Nah. I might wake you up early tomorrow, though. I’m not going to be able to advance just from looking, and it’d just be anticlimactic to make you go clearing clouds as your first act as a Storm Shaman. How about drinks on me, instead?”
“Ah, you’re going to be buying for all of us, then? Beating you in chess so many times has certainly been thirsty work.”
“Not all of us have a genius tactician to learn from. I only have you to learn from, in fact!”
Wold rumbles in amusement as they bicker. “Perhaps if we practice against each other, at least one of us will give Gerlfi a challenge.”
Vieds perks up at that, at least until Wold continues. “You’re still paying for the drinks tonight, though.”
They head down to the tavern area, where Wold’s advancement doesn’t go unnoticed. It seems Vieds won’t be paying for all the drinks, after all.
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