Aephyr
05-29-15, 05:15 AM
The book slammed shut as Aephyr had finished yet another history written by some little known man, who thought he knew much about the world. By making previous connections, remembering several other stories and citing many other books, Aephyr concluded that the book in which he had just gotten done reading was mostly bogus. The facts of the country of Eiskalt recorded in this history could be cleared up as false by even the most illiterate orcs around, yet the entry still fascinated Young lord Valentinius. As all books did, they drew in the knowledge craving boy and took up a great deal of his time, whether they were Fact or Fiction. It mattered not. The idea of getting everyone's side and story of things is just one of the many things on the road to absolute intelligence, the thing Aephyr valued most in the world.
Of course, the boy felt as though he'd know quite a bit more if it wasn't so important to his parents that he and his siblings learn and be skilled in the things that made the great house of Valentinius what it is today. Things like weapon wielding, Swordplay, Horse Riding, Basic survival in the harsh wilderness of Salvar, should the need of such skills arise. And then there were the more "Noble" activities, or so his mother called it. Manners, Dancing, Hosting of things, Proper dress and code, Being massively articulate, Playing an instrument, and many of the things of the like. Of course, none of this was very much uncommon in any Noble houses throughout Salvar. Though the Lords themselves were far too busy running their fiefdoms or plotting to cheat or conquer other Lords' belongings, they encouraged the caretakers of their numerous amounts of children (The House Valentinius was always bad, or good, depending on how you see it, about that last bit) to do the more "manly" things. Whereas the many Mothers the Children of Valentinius shared always taught their own children the latter.
The evening after finishing his book, Aephyr was called to the Ballroom hall a short ways down the street from the Valenlake Stronghold to do such "Lordly things". As the whole Town that was governed by the Surname Valentinius was technically part of the Stronghold due to being behind walls and each building was as close to the actual Manor as possible, not much of the town was very far. It was with a handful of his siblings that Aephyr was ahead, walking in the lead. (He did this on every occasion, generally being the outcast of the group). An injured man stumbled his way left and right across the street, and it wasn't until Aephyr stopped and tripped the man that the children of Valentinius realized that it was a guardsmen. Wide-eyed and apologetic, Aephyr kneeled down to help the guard back up, quickly the guard reached up and pulled Aephyr by his collar, swiftly slipping a parchment paper wrapped with a velvet tie into the boy's hand.
The armored man attempted to speak by opening his mouth, but all that came out was garbled speech and blood spluttering in every direction. Aephyr looked around him, the siblings bent over and formed a circle all watching the on-goings. With a thought to mind Aephyr took a deep breath, consuming parts of his own muscle mass in order to read the dying guard's thoughts. A Jumble of words and thoughts raced and whispered in the boy's mind, and he thought hard to himself until he made out one specific thought that was utterly haunting.
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Of course, the boy felt as though he'd know quite a bit more if it wasn't so important to his parents that he and his siblings learn and be skilled in the things that made the great house of Valentinius what it is today. Things like weapon wielding, Swordplay, Horse Riding, Basic survival in the harsh wilderness of Salvar, should the need of such skills arise. And then there were the more "Noble" activities, or so his mother called it. Manners, Dancing, Hosting of things, Proper dress and code, Being massively articulate, Playing an instrument, and many of the things of the like. Of course, none of this was very much uncommon in any Noble houses throughout Salvar. Though the Lords themselves were far too busy running their fiefdoms or plotting to cheat or conquer other Lords' belongings, they encouraged the caretakers of their numerous amounts of children (The House Valentinius was always bad, or good, depending on how you see it, about that last bit) to do the more "manly" things. Whereas the many Mothers the Children of Valentinius shared always taught their own children the latter.
The evening after finishing his book, Aephyr was called to the Ballroom hall a short ways down the street from the Valenlake Stronghold to do such "Lordly things". As the whole Town that was governed by the Surname Valentinius was technically part of the Stronghold due to being behind walls and each building was as close to the actual Manor as possible, not much of the town was very far. It was with a handful of his siblings that Aephyr was ahead, walking in the lead. (He did this on every occasion, generally being the outcast of the group). An injured man stumbled his way left and right across the street, and it wasn't until Aephyr stopped and tripped the man that the children of Valentinius realized that it was a guardsmen. Wide-eyed and apologetic, Aephyr kneeled down to help the guard back up, quickly the guard reached up and pulled Aephyr by his collar, swiftly slipping a parchment paper wrapped with a velvet tie into the boy's hand.
The armored man attempted to speak by opening his mouth, but all that came out was garbled speech and blood spluttering in every direction. Aephyr looked around him, the siblings bent over and formed a circle all watching the on-goings. With a thought to mind Aephyr took a deep breath, consuming parts of his own muscle mass in order to read the dying guard's thoughts. A Jumble of words and thoughts raced and whispered in the boy's mind, and he thought hard to himself until he made out one specific thought that was utterly haunting.
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