[19:49] Ser Artaghh would nod lightly to Dario as he crossed his burn scarred, bandaged arms over the black plate of his cuirass, idly levitating the letter Arlei had passed him before his burnt visage before his missing toothed grin would spread wide with amusement as he read over the confines of the parchment with his remaining eye.

Turning his attention once more to Dario and Artorias, the old knight would nod as he took a deep breath, a pulsating shroud of dense, fiery blue mana coalescing about his person as his worn musculature bulged with condensed strength and energy, wrinkles banished by the sheer amount of augmented muscle mass the master energy magi had manifested within his form.

"I can give ye' a lesson, aye. Won' be an exercise necessarily, I'd reckon it's more o'va…..lifestyle choice. At leas', tha's how I managed from experience. You see, a' the basest, simplest explanation'a energy magic, its core is the aspect'o the ethereal."

The old knight would raise his arm before his chest as he demonstrated, the burn scarred muscle beginning to shimmer translucently as it became as see through as a common spirit. Moving his arm directly through the nearby wall as if it wasn't solid, Ser Artaghh would remove his hand from the structure with a steady nod.

"The home'a energy, the home'a mana...is the spirit realm. To master mysticism is'ta tap in'ta the energy directly from its source an' make it yer own, ta' assume the aspect'o the ethereal an' walk the transcendent step 'tween the mortal plane an' tha' o' the other realm. It's to..."

The old knight would gesture before himself grimly with his charred palms, taking a long inhalation into his arcanium lungs from his old corn cob pipe before releasing a steady cloud of minty smoke up towards the distant jungle heights.

"It'sa walk the boundary 'tween life an' death. "

(Artaghh)
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[19:57] Artorias was literally just standing there waiting for his own turn but it looks like he'd be receiving a rather fascinating information by his master. He paid attention with wide eyes as he learn a tad bit more upon the origins of his magic prowess.

Ethreal, Spirit. All these are rather a tad new, Dario has in fact inform Artorias with a fat load of information the other month and this was just another load but a surprise to be sure. "I see, this is news to me.." He'd and could only say to his master, what else can he say as he was rather stepping into an unknown knowledgeable area.

Atleast most of what Dario has said in the previous lesson he received made sense for Artorias now, it was all connecting like a domino..

He'd step closer to his mentor and slip him a bribe..-- his Payments for the lesson. "Sir, may I learn more or is that perhaps it? It's fascinating to know this and i'm truly grateful for your time and effort, Dario has taught me some new things as well but I've trained my body and mind as you've sharply said to me years ago." He'd inform his recents.
(Artorias)
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[20:00] Artaghh says, "I'll consider it Arlei."
[20:01] Arlei floated up to Artaghh after he faded back into existence, a firm, toothy grin on her face. Ryujin, they were both getting old; her paladin must be in his seventies by now, whilst Arlei was hitting her fourties.

"I might not have done much, but it was an honour serving under you, you old bastard. I hated Dawn and Dusk, but shit, you made it an easy time for me. With everythin' goin' on, I'll probably drop before you at this point." she sighed, extending a hand over to the old man.

"I might not have made ya' proud soon, but with the imminent fratricide I'm about to commit, I hope I can make ya' proud at some point. I was a shite squire and an event shiter knight, but I'll murder someone eventually!" she cackles, using her other hand to flick a smoke into her mouth, lighting it with a burst of spectral blue flames.
(Arlei Zanders)
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[20:02] Artaghh had roused, and as ever, Dario was his attentive audience. It had become so rare to hear the man actually speak...

He drummed a finger against his gauntlet, nodding slowly to his 'instruction'. His hand rises to pinch his chin between his fingers, the younger Greenhill sighing out gently. Artorias's chattering only registers dimly at the edges of his hearing while Dario considers the matter.

His hands drop to his hips. There's several long seconds of silence before he nods, a ginger motion, as if to jerk would shake away a coming revelation.

"Thread the line'a life and death..."

He exhales. Arlei's jovial projection is lost on him.

"I think... I understand. I'll figure it out. Anythin' else, pops?"
(Dario)
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[20:02] Arlei Zanders says, "--?! "
[20:09] Ser Artaghh would hear out Arlei's speech with an idle nod and a light bark of laughter, appearing behind them in a poof of ghosty magics before firmly patting his former squire upon their red locks. Taking a long, thoughtful drag from his corn cob pipe, he'd mull over her words before responding with the short, sweet "Knock'm dead Knight o'ta Red Drake. An' good luck Ser Arlei."

The old knight would return his attention to his two students of energy as he crossed his legs in mid-air, levitating off the ground without a thought as the bald swordsman yawned steadily with mild exhaustion. Master energy magi or not, the once-commander of Dawn was a man long past his prime at this point.

"Aye, one las' thing lads. Meditate an' introspect. If ye' are e'er to harness the energys'a the spirit realm fully, ye' mus' be the master'o yer own mind. Ye' cannae be uncertain, ne'er harbor doubt or indecision. Ye' mus' manifest'a boundless resolve an' iron will, an' likely face death countless times'ta truly understand the depths'a the mystic energies. "


(Artaghh)
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[20:11] Arlei couldn't help but chuckle at that. Knock'm dead indeed. Ah, time for her to vanish, it seems. The drakanite poof'd away with a surprising burst of speed, after a quick 'Spirits Protect' to those around.
(Arlei Zanders)
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[20:14] Artorias nods as he'd chuckled lightly, Master Artaghh was truly wise and knowledgeable beyond his years and even during these years. The man just knew everything that Artorias seeks and it shows by his wise lessons.

He didn't comment on the act of love? Perhaps respect? Either way it wasn't really his business as he waits for Artaghh to return to their lesson. He couldn't help but be a bit concern at his appearance as if he was tired, perhaps the old age really gets to him, That'll explain why he is always flying.

"Meditate huh sir, i'll begin on that then and find my resolve but I'd say i'm powerful - I can be more powerful, I see what ya trying to teach me." The boy's façade smiles as he'd realise that Artaghh had a way with words that even he can figure it out on his own.

He sighs as he realised this was probably the last time he'd see the old man for another year or so. "Be safe master Artaghh, thanks for everything sir and i'll keep practicing and use these skills for my own betterment." He'd smiled and bow to the floating old timer.
(Artorias)
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[20:14] Dario sighs out. He nods to Artaghh, hands folding loosely behind his head as he strains to consider the instructions- Really, these were more like cryptic directions, but who could question the mysticism of... Mysticism?

Letting his arms fall back to his hips, the younger Greenhill watches his floating senior.

"Alright... Okay! Yeah- I think I have an idea...! I dunno where you're wanderin' off to next, pops- But next time you see me, I think I'll have gotten somewhere...!"
(Dario)
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[20:15] Artaghh says, "Aye, nex' adventure'a mine is'ta slay an archon pirate king I've been huntin' fer decades."
[20:15] Artaghh says, "Ma las' ride."
[20:15] Artorias says, "-"
[20:15] Artorias asks, "Sir?"
[20:16] Artaghh says, "Ye' can come if ye'd like Dario. "
[20:16] Dario asks, "...Wait, the one Vedran n' you were talkin' about?"
[20:16] Artaghh asks, "An' aye Artorias?"
[20:16] Artaghh says, "An' aye Dario."
[20:16] Artorias asks, "I still got so much to ask of you, will you be fine?"
[20:17] Artaghh says, "Course, I've already nearly died countless times."
[20:17] Artaghh says, "Ain' nothin' new."
[20:19] Dario's brows knit some. A crease of annoyance runs between them, heel drumming impatiently against the cobbled path while he considers the older Greenhill.

"Well, when ya say it's supposed'a be your last ride, how am I s'posed'a say no...? Someone's gotta be there to make sure ya survive, yeah?"

He raises a hand to bump the floating knight's knee.

"'Sides- One less demon pirate on the seas is one less evil inn'a world, yeah? Wouldn't be such an epic tale if ya didn't make it back to shore- Can't have you bein' made somebody else's trophy."
(Dario)
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[20:19] Artaghh says, "Good on ye' Swabbie Dario."
[20:19] Artorias says, "Hm.."
[20:19] Dario asks, "...Swabbie?"
[20:19] Dario says, "Nuh-uh. We're not doin' Swabbie- I'm your First Mate."
[20:20] Artaghh says, "Mhmm, we'll see."
[20:20] Artaghh says, "On that note, I sense a chicken tha' requires harassment."
[20:20] Artorias says, "Keep him safe Dario."
[20:20] Dario says, "Probably easier said than done..."
[20:20] Dario says, "Don't worry- I'm not exactly keen on lettin' my Uncle kick it early."
[20:21] Artorias says, "Thanks, he is a good man"
[20:21] Artorias says, "I'll see ya later."