exsilium | ☠ 002; [video]

[ Look who's showing his face again on the network after ducking his head throughout that entire undead affair! No worse for the wear, of course, seated upon a cushy armchair with a wine glass in hand, next to a roaring fire. Apparently some are living in the lap of luxury despite living in a world of utter dismay.

For some reason or another, Prestor is appearing even more pompous than usual, made even more evident in his snide tone once he opens his mouth. ]

What an unfortunate turn of events lately. It's such a pity the Initiative was not there to diligently protect us from a most unexpected undead apocalypse. [ You hear a faint I told you so, I told you so echo in your thoughts. The voice is chilling. ] That is why it is better to rely on one's own strength than that of the group, or at least one so large. Divide and conquer, you know. It's simple strategy. I see they have yet to implement this, though. You'd think they put more capable commanders in charge, but it's not my place to judge, now is it?

[ Prestor raises his glass to his audience, lips cracking into a grin. ]

But I am curious of your battles, your greatest triumphs, your most renowned accomplishments. After all, it's not bragging if it's true. And who doesn't love a little indulging of heroics?

Tell me of the moment you pride yourself most upon in your life. A moment of glory to lift ourselves from despair.

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[ And there is a danger that lurks beyond them yet, a danger very few could ever hope to understand. The kind that spells the end of a world, the end of an era. The earth holds many secrets and very soon she will know its deepest, darkest one, as will the rest.

But not yet.

Not yet. ]

Very well. [ Lowly: ] What do you know of magic, my lady?

[ The laughter leaves her before she realizes it, almost as if she finds it absurd that he would ask her such a question. He does not know, she reminds herself, he could not know. ]

Much.

[ It attracts him by its very nature, indulgent and assured. Power. He senses it from her and he wants it. He senses it and wants her. But for now, they remain separated by a feed. So unfortunate. So regrettable.

He'll change that soon, but not yet.

Unfurling his hand, Prestor allows his magic to dance upon his palm, illustrating his words as he goes along. ]

Fire. Wind. Water. Earth. These are the elements that have built Azeroth from nothingness. They are not simply existential forces, merely breezes on your face or raindrops on your head—they are living, breathing things, ruled by the Elemental Lords, great colossi who tower as gods above mortals and once warred on the planet's surface before being exiled to a separate realm.

With sufficient power, these elements can be called forth, summoned for mighty deeds... to quench flames, or create them; to carve mountains and streams; to erect massive structures, or to tear them down; to carry men across the sea, or drown them beneath the ocean's waves.

Those who wield these elements with proficiency wield the world itself in their palm.

[ And Prestor crushes it now in his to pieces. ]

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[ She listens, attentive and curious, dark strands falling over her shoulders as he talks, green eyes focused solely on his hand and the magic dancing upon it.

It is beautiful, she thinks, as beautiful as her own magic. In the silence her mind reaches for it, taking hold with an obsessive grip to remind herself that it remains─that Emrys did not rip it from her.

(I will kill him, I will I will, he will die for what he has done)

The similarities in his words are not lost on her; magic being apart of everything, it is the world, it is nature, it is the earth and the air. She notices the differences too, Elemental Lords for instance; her eyebrow raised at the mention amusement playing on her lips. ]

And those who can wield them; do they do so openly, with no fear of consequence? Or do they hide in the shadows, cursed to run for little more than being born with their talents?

[ Prestor inclines his head regally as utmost confidence leaks from every word of his reply. ]

I make no efforts to hide who I am from the public eye. Mages are respected individuals in my world, often scholars at the top of their field. What we may lack in brute force, we make up for in intellect and cunning. Others recognize this and praise us for our achievements.

We are gods who walk among men.

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