Elthrael Vol'Kerno
Interacting with: Yakeru
The encampment"Good... your willingness to learn is refreshing, a legendary hero in the making perhaps? Yet temper your eagerness with caution. It takes much things to forge a legendary sword out of metal. It requires time, effort and patience and the knowledge in how to do it. A mentor hm? I had one myself many years ago who taught me how to fight and think, without that man I would not be whom I am this day. Many are the things which help shape us. Yet regard me more as a friend whose goals are aligned with your own." Elthrael said softly, holding up the red rose in his one hand while approaching Yakeru and one of the fireplaces. The moth's long white hair flickering in the wind alongside his light blue coat.
"Your motivation is a good one, I also seek to protect the world from those which seek to destroy it. Many are those who want nothing more than see all things to fall... and burn." The fae threw the rose into the fireplace, letting it become engulfed fully in the flames.
"Life whilst brief ought to not be taken lightly, make the best out of it and seize what you can with no hesitation. If you hesitate you lose time, if you run out of time. You die. But allow me to part unto you the greatest of mantras on how to best achieve that which you seek." The fairy walked up and attempted to walk besides Yakeru, motioning him to follow on a walk through the camp. The darkwinged fairy wasn't worried now about being discovered, as Yakeru seemingly hadn't ended up screaming at seeing him, why would the rest?
"Motivation is what drives people, but that alone is not enough, you require focus. Thus you must never forget your reasons for desiring power in the first place, neither must you allow the power to twist you into something else entirely. Always see to control the power and never the other way around. Help yourself first of all, to knowledge, wealth or powers. Only by becoming strong can you aid those who are not, or strike down those who are strong but oppose you. In order to help someone stand up, you must be standing up yourself. Put your focus where on what you want, and how important it is to you. What are you willing to sacrifice to achieve your goal? My advice is to sacrifice all but yourself, which would include your way of living, your mind and body." The fae blew out some air through his mouth and smirked, looking Yakeru over.
"Would you kill one good person to save a thousand? Knowing your answer to various possible scenarios can buy you valuable time. Given enough time and knowledge and you may be able to even foresee and prevent your own death or that of your dear comerades." The goldeneyed man gazed deeply into Yakeru's eyes, would the young man had met his scanning eyes head-on, he had to find out if his newly aqquired pupil would be willing to do what would be necessary to secure and attain control of whatever place they found themselves in. The youth of Yakeru was good, his mindset no doubt unspoiled by that of others who held ambitions akin to his own. The fae considered that he would no doubt have to find a female companion to the young boy later, someone which could help encourage him along the path which Elthrael desired to have him tread upon. Love and such matters were dangerous but also useful, for what loyalty is better than blind devotion? When another being loves another so much that they would be willing to butcher the entire world for their sakes. The fae was certain also that there had to be some female with power afoot, someone which he could introduce Yakeru to, if she was along for their plan. Or in the case they were not, he would have to seize the moment himself to make them view things more like the newly formed master and pupil. He didn't like the idea of him corrupting others, but rather he was restoring them to their natural form, their true selves.
"Never trust anyone, not even me, only trust people to do what's in their nature to do. A wary mind is a healthy mind, never underestimate a witful foe. It's not the physically powerful you've ought to fear the most, but the warriors able to use their brainmatters in combination with said other talents. Speaking of matters such as fear, many may consider fear itself a weakness, a thing of the cowardly. To me, it is only a natural thing. Fear keeps you alert, fear keeps you alive and from overextending yourself. If you are fearless, you are more likely to meet your demise fighting a foe you never expected could harm you. Think of all heroes of stories told to you, think even more of those who were never written of because they failed in their quest. What I am saying is that fear is a useful tool, both to conserve yourself but also to control others into doing what you desire. A tyrant on his throne may invoke fear upon his people, yet it is the same kind of fear which keeps him in check from pushing on too far lest he shall be overthrown. Some may consider the art of intimidation or threats to be unfit weapons of a hero, yet one cannot deny that it is a useful weapon to those who know how to wield it. And if it can bring about peace and order, why ought one not to use it? A power not used, is a power that never existed in the first place. Those who hold back on themselves are worse than others, because not only would they end up betraying the people they seek to aid by their lack of determination, but even worse... they betray themselves and their true wish. Like a king or emperor on his throne, inept and unable to shape the world around him, and instead only prolonging the suffering of the many. Or the great warlord who can only do war and never considered or want it to end." The fairy's wings opened slightly, his lips forming a slight smile. There was much words to be said, and even more work to be needing done. Yet the fae was patient and hopeful that Yakeru would indeed be a valuable ally in the tasks ahead.
"Use your anger, your desires and your sorrow as your focus along the way. View yourself as a creature that is slowly dying, as one could view life itself, and that the only way to keep yourself alive is to use your power of relocation. Make you fear losing your power, make you angry at the very idea that someone or something could kill many people because of your inability to control it fully. To look for error in oneself is a way to gather both anger and fear, then after that you may look for anger and fear in others to best control them. After all, a foe which you can have back down is one less you'd have to slay or qwell by other means. Fret not over the idea of using other creatures emotions to your benefit if they serve your goal, it is a small price to pay, as long as you remain incorruptable to those whom offer you false salvation and progress along the way." He chuckled softly, and pointed to the various people about in a discreet manner. Still trying to mentally gather himself to the likely fact that he no longer were in his homeworld and that humans at least to what he had seen so far dominated this world.
"How many of these people know what is going to happen? How many know who their true foe be? How they will sustain themselves, what results their actions will bring? It is easy to raise a banner, yet harder to keep one lifted and swaying without the backing required. Food and drink is just one of the things. Judging by the amount of people gathered, if this is the only part of this force then it might even better not exist to begin with. All they do is making themselves a target from those whose numbers are greater, to those whose wills are firmer and to those whose power will not allow their wishes to come true." The whitehaired mothman shook his head softly from side to side. He had seen it in the past, and was certain that it wouldn't be the last time he would see the lack of patience and naivity take form anew. Were it just a trait of the young? He doubted it. For by fae standards he was still young himself and could possibly live up to near twohundred years, if he played his cards well. Yet it wasn't the quantity of the years that he found appealing, but rather the quality and what they would amount to. Much things could be achieved in a short time if all things went well.
"If you have map or at the very least can provide me with the names of forces in this region, aswell as their stances then we may begin work right-away towards the grand design which you and I both seek. Peace and order, protection and preservation. Through control of yourself, control of your enviroment and those within it."Elthrael dramatically turned around to face Yakeru., the young man which had moments ago refered to him as mentor and had so seemingly willingly given in to the offer provided. It had come as a refreshing change, an opportunity that would be too great to pass up for the fae. Someone who could relocate himself and possibly even others as he so wished, could be of infinite uses. The fae's mind went to thrones and the people sitting on them, how someone with such a power could easily both get in and out of their holds. An assassin? Possibly. But why settle for something so simple? The fae knew better, this young man, his willing pupil to be could become a ruler himself sitting on a throne. Yet Elthrael wanted to know more of the land and those within it before the next move could be taken, after all there would have to be forces that they could exploit and twist to their path. If a king was hated, seek not to overthrow him, but find his foes and aid them in becoming stronger and then seek to ally the king with others of ill respute to further draw the ill will of the people, his own and those outside.
A fae and a human, if there was such a thing as fae or beastfolk within this world, Elthrael wanted to find them. Spark their dislike of whomever held the greater control, if those people were human than Yakeru would be the shining example of how a human ought to be. Compare him to a human ruler and the ruler may come up short in their eyes. Provide both sides of a conflict with the tools needed to despise the other and there would be ample opportunity nor only to seize one throne... but all of them.
The goldeneyed fae allowed himself an internal chuckle as he thought of the possibility of controlling the pieces of the board he now found himself on until finally there would be one being remaining which would have control and order over it all. Himself.
"We shall linger here for just a brief moment in time, my young learner. To gather what we can. For these people are of little use to us right now, they are a liability. The one whom riled them up ought to tell them to return to their homes, where their anger and fear may better manifest itself for a coming future quest. After all we want to avoid a massacre which would serve as nothing more than fuel for wars to come. If you cannot safely achieve a checkmate, don't try it until all your pieces are in the right place for such a move." It was again with a smirk on his lips that the fae allowed his words to spew from his mouth.
"To build a tower, one must start at the base with just a few bricks, build too quickly and too carelessly and it can all crumble in on itself. To raise a tower to the ground, attack not the strong reinforced walls, attack the weak points and it will topple over." The fae illustrated with one of his fingers of how a tower could break in half by merely bending one of his fingers abit.
