Post by Kourelan Empherlin on Dec 17, 2013 19:35:30 GMT -5
March 23rd CLE 23
Kourelan stepped with more vigor than his age belied, long strides carrying him through the halls of the institute with little concern for those around him. A day that started bitter had just turned sour, and things belonging in the vault had been overlooked, perhaps lost. His displeasure showed to those he passed; effortlessly, he parted a group of novice summoners with his presence. He kept his pace toward the leadership center of the institute, the Great hall were he would make his complaint.
He reached the Hall, turning straight toward the plain oaken door labeled Summoner Steward Ramseyt and clanking the doorknocker up and down three times. He straightened slightly, remembering through his anger to check his appearance. He smoothed back his hair with one hand, meager patience waning.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Dec 29, 2013 16:59:30 GMT -5
A muffled voice sounded from behind the door, followed by the shuffle of feet across the ground toward it. It came open to reveal the much younger blonde summoner, a look of curiosity on his face. He wasn't used to seeing the keeper of the Vault away from his work. Hadn't he always been a somewhat insular man? It didn't matter. He was here, so it had to be at least personally important. Another tragedy, surely. He remarked dryly, within the confines of his own head. He was getting tired of them.
"Greetings, Summoner Empherlin. What brings you to my office? I trust the vault is still secure?" Ethan asked, testing the water. His senior didn't seem overly pleased, but that almost seemed like par for the course around the Institute these days, with the unsettling calamity that seemed to attract its fellows like flies to a discarded sweet.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by Kourelan Empherlin on Dec 29, 2013 22:05:09 GMT -5
The old man pushed his way into the room eyes flashing. "Secure? Of course its secure." Kourelan shut the door, blowing a deep breath out through his nose. His eyes glanced over the room for a moment before continuing.
"Have you spoken with those returning from the Freljord? The vault is lacking something. An artifact of the void. A sword. It was discovered in the north, and I am told the whole of it is tainted. Where has it gone? Why wasn't it reported to me?" The old man stepped closer to the senior summoner, pointing a finger to his chest from under a withering scowl.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Dec 30, 2013 19:48:14 GMT -5
The Steward simply backed to his desk as Kourelan began his tirade, keeping his posture open as he leaned on the edge of his workspace, supporting himself on his hand. The accusatory tone and the aged man's uncomfortable gaze made even the usually unshakable Ethan wilt minutely, shifting his eyes to the side for a moment.
"That depends, Summoner Empherlin. Did you want the truth or simply the answer you're no doubt expecting?" Ethan leveled his own gaze upon the elderly man, demeanor calm despite the other's irritation. "The latter explanation is that we deemed that restructuring and restoring the Freljord after such a tumult was of higher priority than recovering a weapon. Our goal is to stop war, not to horde weaponry."
The steel in Ethan's eyes slipped away as he let out a sigh and rubbed his brow, continuing in a less formal and stilted tone. "The truth is that we've been crushingly busy with all of the escapes and the attack in the north itself. Noxus leaving our protection has caused its fair share of headaches at the bureaucratic level, and the trickle down of work has become a vast torrent of paper the likes of which even I wasn't prepared for."
"Couple that with my superior being gone for as long as she was and leaving upon my head all of her duties in addition to my own and..." Ethan paused and allowed himself a moment of irritation, abandoning the thought. "I had heard about it from the accounts, I remember making a note of it, though the details were sparse, to say the least."
He turned, scouring his desk and then his drawers for a scrap of paper, which after a moment he found. It was nothing more than a hand-written note, in Ethan's penmanship, giving the location and a handful of vague details. He held it out to the other man and gave him an apologetic look, chasing the look by apologizing verbally.
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Post by Kourelan Empherlin on Dec 30, 2013 22:55:45 GMT -5
Kourelan nodded grudgingly to the apology, smoothing his beard with one had as he took the small paper with his other. "I understand your struggle. You must understand that wars are much easier to manage when all the weapons are safely tucked away. There are a dozen wars that never happened, sitting innocently on racks and shelves in the vault." He turned one eye toward the younger man, raising a wizened brow. "Indulge an old hoarder."
The old man let his eyes fall from Ethan to the note with a sigh. Long sword. Void origins. Mental effects to the wielder. "Senior Ramseyt, your summoners can keep to their duties. I myself will go to retrieve this. You'll have the necessary paperwork today, I'll organize the expedition, and perhaps see if anything else shiny has been overlooked."
He looked back to Ethan, eyes searching and thoughtful. "What do you say to that?"
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jan 9, 2014 21:02:19 GMT -5
The younger of the two summoners nodded wearily and gestured absently, as if trying to dismiss his own failings. "I apologize for not coming to you with this, Summoner Empherlin. I shouldn't be making excuses." Ethan murmured, only to continue. "But surely you can't mean to go alone. In the wake of such a conflict, any number of dangers could still be present. The Institute would be lost without your guidance, Kourelan."
It was clear that Ethan had a healthy respect for the keeper of the vault. While he had never gotten much of a chance to speak with the Keeper, the Steward was very aware of the man now before him. Some had said that the man was unmotivated. Ethan had never quite understood why they would say anything of the sort. If anything, Ethan wished he could live to be half of the man he saw Kourelan as. A devoted man, one who knew both his strengths and passions and played to them.
"I understand the verve, truly I do, but... You are getting older. Forgive my impertinence but we would like to keep you around as long as possible. People with your talents are rather hard to come by." Ethan offered up, a sly grin flashing up for a moment before he shrugged the expression away. "I would prefer if we sent a small retinue with you... Just in case. If you want to go alone particularly desperately, I won't stop you."
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by Kourelan Empherlin on Jan 11, 2014 0:16:06 GMT -5
"Older yes, but not more foolish. I'll take the necessary guards with me, perhaps a pair of summoners from the vault artificery. Enough to get the job done and avoid notice. We're all better off if the world stays as ignorant as we have been of this thing."
Kourelan looked at the younger summoner with a mixture of respect and concern. For one so young to be given so much responsibility was a trend that the Steward was at odds with. They were gifted yes, but Kourelan could think of several that seemed overburdened for their capabilities, especially now. He wouldn't pin this oversight on age or inexperience, but it was an unsettling mark in history, one that he'd see not repeat itself.
"Doran knows that life's road can take unexpected turns. I see him everyday and I'll never forget that. I've made the trip before and there's much to be said for that. If the worst should happen my talents are not so hard to find, if you look in the right places."
Kourelan shook the small note once more and finished, "So if you'll excuse me, I'll have someone drop of the plan to your office later today for approval."
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