That their worlds are similar does not come to a shock to Elidibus. Far too often in this place has he spoken to another inhabitant only to draw these same conclusions. The names and faces change, so, too, does the setting. But time and time again similar storylines are played out from reality to reality. Not dissimilar to his own experiences in crafting heroes, in watching his own world over twelve thousand years.
Still, that the terminology is similar - and the effects - takes this one a step closer than the others.
"What you describe is not dissimilar to a phenomenon in my own world, that is currently known as 'tempering.' One's aether is overwhelmed and set out of balance in favor of outside influence, and thus one is driven to follow the will of that influence. In time, that balance may be reversed - or fully tipped into total corruption. A summoned being of fire, for instance, may temper those around it - aspect their nature towards its own, and thus they become slaves to the desires of that being. Summoned creations such as these are known as Primals, beings brought about by an offering of crystals and prayer. But the will of the summoner influences the desire of the being, and thus creatures such as Ifrit, Garuda, or Titan are indeed twisted from the root of their legend. Shiva, another of these, was once a living individual, whose memory may now be used to summon forth that Primal."
Joshua is a good listener, and Elidibus is happy to speak further. He's rather enjoying their conversation, in fact, and immediately decides that he likes this man. Many times when he converses with another, they grow weary of the length of his words. THe other Ancients do not, of course, but the mortals here... He knows he appears strange to them. But there is a kinship with this red-haired youth that he feels, and he smiles as he speaks.
The animated discussion grows grave, however. Despite the plain way he speaks of his own tragedies, it does affect him still. Better to communicate this fact.
He looks upwards, at the library around them, "Do not mistake my way of explanation for a lack of emotion. The loss remains, has done so for the last twelve thousand years. It is only through sheer strength of will and my natural disposition to remain calm that I function as well as I do." His eyes glance to meet Joshua's, a smile tugging at his lips. "That, and the support of those I love, even those who no longer remain."
A sigh now, heavy but not sad.
"You are correct. The story is immense, thousands of years in the making, and incredibly complex, but every detail had to be just so in order for our star to be saved. For the source of our End Days to be uncovered, then destroyed - not just averted as my people did, though we did not know the reason why it began. For that, I have no regrets. Etheirys will live on, and my people may rest at long last."
Now he gestures around the library, breaking into an amused chuckle, "At least, until we found ourselves here."
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Still, that the terminology is similar - and the effects - takes this one a step closer than the others.
"What you describe is not dissimilar to a phenomenon in my own world, that is currently known as 'tempering.' One's aether is overwhelmed and set out of balance in favor of outside influence, and thus one is driven to follow the will of that influence. In time, that balance may be reversed - or fully tipped into total corruption. A summoned being of fire, for instance, may temper those around it - aspect their nature towards its own, and thus they become slaves to the desires of that being. Summoned creations such as these are known as Primals, beings brought about by an offering of crystals and prayer. But the will of the summoner influences the desire of the being, and thus creatures such as Ifrit, Garuda, or Titan are indeed twisted from the root of their legend. Shiva, another of these, was once a living individual, whose memory may now be used to summon forth that Primal."
Joshua is a good listener, and Elidibus is happy to speak further. He's rather enjoying their conversation, in fact, and immediately decides that he likes this man. Many times when he converses with another, they grow weary of the length of his words. THe other Ancients do not, of course, but the mortals here... He knows he appears strange to them. But there is a kinship with this red-haired youth that he feels, and he smiles as he speaks.
The animated discussion grows grave, however. Despite the plain way he speaks of his own tragedies, it does affect him still. Better to communicate this fact.
He looks upwards, at the library around them, "Do not mistake my way of explanation for a lack of emotion. The loss remains, has done so for the last twelve thousand years. It is only through sheer strength of will and my natural disposition to remain calm that I function as well as I do." His eyes glance to meet Joshua's, a smile tugging at his lips. "That, and the support of those I love, even those who no longer remain."
A sigh now, heavy but not sad.
"You are correct. The story is immense, thousands of years in the making, and incredibly complex, but every detail had to be just so in order for our star to be saved. For the source of our End Days to be uncovered, then destroyed - not just averted as my people did, though we did not know the reason why it began. For that, I have no regrets. Etheirys will live on, and my people may rest at long last."
Now he gestures around the library, breaking into an amused chuckle, "At least, until we found ourselves here."