Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-5583506-20170729014510

Eilonwyn wrote:

"Don't worry, we can do this, then go out to eat." She whispered before turning to Pierre. (Pierre is back at the academy.)

Preacher walked the dirt path leading down to the rally where an Argonian, seemingly the leader of this group, was shouting all sorts of hatred directed at those sharing the heroic trait.

"I am not pulling your leg here, people! The Heroes' Guild and their puppets are to blame for the Great Conflict! Who's to say that they didn't instigate it in the first place?! To try and finally go ahead with their disgusting plans to kill off the common man and claim this world as their own?! Maybe they had to abandon them when we became more suspicious and so sacrificed some of their own so it would seem that they were rooting out the bad apples, while in fact they are all to blame?! Tell me I am in the wrong here, people!"

The crowd agreed with angered mutterings and the occasional yelling from someone who was fueled by anger and hatred.

"Excuse me", the Preacher said, trying to overcome the loud yelling as he made his way past the crowd. They all glared at him, almost as if they could smell that something was off with this Imperial. "If I could borrow a moment of your time?"

"How dare you interrupt me?!" the Argonian hissed, though it didn't take long for the man to put two and two together that this Imperial was no ordinary man. "Lo and behold, my friends!" he said. "The enemy walks among us! Trying to conceal their true purpose here in life!"

"Yeah!" someone growled angrily. "Be off with you, hero!"

"Freak!" said another.

"Go back to Oblivion with you!"

Preacher glared around. There was a good number of them. Thirty people maybe more. Men and women of all kinds of races, but these were more than willing to fight. He could sense the hatred boiling in their very veins.

Small minded fools...

"I have no wish to fight", Preacher said. "It goes against our guidelines to fight civilians."

But not criminals...

"Yet here you are", the Argonian spat. "For what other purpose could've possibly come if not for a fight? That's all you heroes are good for either way! Nothing creative ever comes out of you! You just destroy and make peoples' lives generally miserable. Be gone with you! I will have nothing to do with you!"

"Actually I was hoping that you would make way for my class", Preacher said calmly. "We are practicing in this quarry from time to time and..."

"I know that damn well", the Argonian grumbled. "Why did you think we gathered here in the first place, hero? To bring you and all of your little monsters to justice once and for all, of course! We've been observing your little training here for quite some time, probably teaching them how to attack defenseless villages for all I know! Well, no more, I say!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Preacher could sense the tension building up. These people were armed... at least in a way that could deal considerable damage, but not to the extent where he would say that he or the students were in any real danger. Sticks, hoes, rakes... Just the ordinary mob rule arsenal.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You were going to attack children?" Preacher asked unfavourably.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hell yeah!" the Argonian shrugged. "If it means keeping my own babes safe from you monsters, I'd gladly put one or two of you below ground!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Preacher had heard enough. Before the Argonian had a chance to react, Preacher had almost soared forward towards him, grabbing his head in a lock inside his palm with his fingers clutching tightly around him on all sides. Blue sparkles danced around his entire arm as if he was sapping something from the Argonian.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"W-what?!" the Argonian stuttered. "H-how..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">His crowd took some time to digest what they had just witnessed.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Listen here", Preacher threatened. "Once I hold you like this I could either convert the spiritual energies inside your body into a force of healing, or I could just blow your head clear off with them. If you ever get any ideas like threatening children again, whether they possess a trait that you hate or not, I will bring you to justice."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The Argonian clenched his teeth together into a furious grimace. "You all heard him! He plans to kill me! Just like I told you they would! Attack!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Preacher signaled to Gait with his available hand that it was time for the students to demonstrate what they had learned during all these years.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He sapped some energies from the Argonian, causing the latter to drop to the ground unconscious. With the man's spiritual energies pulsing inside his hand, he immediately turned around to face an attacker from behind, unleashing an invisble force of the concentrated energies that sent the attacker flying through the air backwards.