#nivelth

Orella Steelhand: "Oh, for-"

Linini Mooglesworn: "Lay down your arms! We've come on behalf of Ashelia Riot of the Riskbreakers."

Nivelth Ajuyn holds up her hands to show she's non hostile, and puts them behind her head, as three different people come at them.

Ivan Amov wonders if they even know about the Riskbreakers, really. He holds up his hands, eyes briefly scanning the guards to see if he recognizes any of them.

The middle one with a gunblade frowns at them all, his odd eyes narrowing. "The Riskbreakers?'

Linini Mooglesworn tilts her head. "Er... no one was notified of our coming? We have contacts within the Dalmascan Resistance. We have... aided them in the past."

The man frowns at her, then takes stock of the others before lowering his gunblade. "We were informed that help might be forthcoming. We weren't given much more information than that."

Orella Steelhand: "Help." it's... too blunt to be a question.

Ivan Amov takes the lowered gunblade as opportunity to look around the camp. "Yeah, that's us. Hopefully. The help."

Linini Mooglesworn: "We the Riskbreakers have fought on the frontlines of battle against Garlemald for quite some time now. We have ousted the Empire from Eorzea, Ala Mhigo, and Doma. And intelligence suggests that a certain legatus has sights set on a location near to here. We mean to find out why."

The camp itself is bustling, people running back and forth, as well as what looks like a scouting party being treated at a healer's tent. It's fairly obvious that the scouting party was attacked, and that's what has the hrothgar man on edge.

Nivelth Ajuyn frowns, and nods at the man. "Our contacts in the Doman Resistance said were the ones to give us information on you all."

Orella Steelhand takes the opportunity to look around. She recognises the kind of place this is; she'd stormed one or two of them serving the Garleans, long ago.

Linini Mooglesworn: "Might we help with anything? Give us a task, if you feel the need to gauge our skills or gain our trust."

Orella Steelhand: "... Were there any stragglers?" Orella asks, slightly more directly. "Of yours or them. Doesn't matter which."

Ivan Amov: "I'll be glad to finally get the opportunity to aid the Resistence." He says this quietly in Bozjan.

Orella Steelhand looks over at Ivan with an eyebrow raised, not recognising the language.

The man sighs, and runs a hand over his head. He sheaths his gunblade. "My apologies. Bajsaljen is my name, and you've come into my camp." He blinks at Ivan, and nods to him. "Tis good to see another brother helping the fight." He responds in the same language.

Linini Mooglesworn fails to understand Ivan Amov, and makes a note of that for later.

Bajsaljen clears his throat, then looks to Orella. "We haven't taken tally yet. If you've a mind to prove your worth, we're missing two scouts."

Ivan Amov nods to Bajsaljen.

Orella Steelhand: "Which direction, and how far."

Bajsaljen beckons them over to the table inside the main tent, over which a map spreads. "Our party was in the south and east, closer to the Dalmascan border. According to those that came back, they lost sight of the two missing scouts no more than twenty malms out. Far too close for comfort."

Linini Mooglesworn: "I see. We'll find them." (says Linini, who can barely see over the table).

Ivan Amov seems lost in thought.

Nivelth Ajuyn goes over to the table, frowning down at the map and tracing border lines with her finger.

Bajsaljen nods at them, and then reaches to pull out what looks like linkpearls. "Here, to keep in touch. They're set to a specific frequency. Please call in if you find them."

Linini Mooglesworn: "Thank you, Bajsaljen."

The group takes the pearls, and turns to leave.

Linini Mooglesworn: "Before we proceed, might the four of us talk in private?"

Each of them shrugging in turn, they find the quietest area they can in close proximity to the main camp. It's not exactly private, but it will have to do for now.

Linini Mooglesworn: "Ivan... I take it you are familiar with this area?"

Ivan Amov: "I'm not. Unfortunately, my clan is............elsewhere, so I'll be as much help as any of the rest of our group."

Linini Mooglesworn: "Ah... I was mistaken, then. But you share a common tongue?"

Ivan Amov: "We do. We're still from Bozja, in the end."

Linini Mooglesworn gazes upon Ivan Amov in deep reflection.

Linini Mooglesworn: "Hm. Well, that is good to know, at any rate. It may help us in the future."

Ivan Amov nods to Linini Mooglesworn.

Ivan Amov: "I hope so."

Orella Steelhand, who knows what it's like to come home painfully, looks at Ivan carefully, trying to take the measure of him.

Nivelth Ajuyn nods slightly at that, frowning. "Any help might be good, when it gets down to it. Admittedly I'm not the best tracker -- is anyone else better than I am?"

Linini Mooglesworn: "Now... I am no scout, but I do have experience tracking down criminals and other sorts who do not wish to be found... Though we are at a clear disadvantage here because we do not know the area."

Orella simply nods at Nivelth Ajuyn.

Orella Steelhand: "Soldiers are easy to find."

And at Linini's words, all she says is-

Orella Steelhand: "I can lead."

Linini Mooglesworn: "Is that...?" She glances at Orella's arm and cuts herself off. "Very well. Ivan, I am familiar with Nivelth and Orella's skillsets, but what is your area of expertise?" She eyes his bow, but does not want to make any assumptions.

Nivelth Ajuyn: "Well.. At the least, we won't be dealing with dangerous stones like we did before..." She mutters to Linini and Orella. She turns to Ivan, and nods to him. "Nice to properly meet you, by the way, I'm Nivelth Ajuyn, but everyone calls me Nive."

Ivan Amov: "I'm Ivan. And.. ah, I was .. my main role was a scout. Or.. something like a border patrol, depending on what was needed."

Linini Mooglesworn grins. "Perfect - exactly what we need."

Ivan Amov agrees wholeheartedly with Linini Mooglesworn.

Ivan Amov: "I'll do my best."

Nivelth Ajuyn: "You'll be fine." She assures him. "If it's needed, I can also send out one of my carbuncles to cover more ground."

"Now I know that this is a bit advanced, but please direct your carbuncles to positions A-5 and T-3. Once they're there, attack the dummies while /you/ focus on attacking another dummy." A voice rings out, and a hand directing motions amongst the students. "It requires a lot of concentration, but I know you all can do it. Your carbuncle is an extension of yourself, not just merely aether stuffed into a cute shape." Nive starts to walk amongst the students, nodding and directing a few who can't seem to quite get it. She blinks when she spots another, and waves. "Ah, hello! Guildmaster didn't tell me that there were more coming!"

Vydhe looks at Nivelth Ajuyn in shock! Nivelth smiles back at her.

She'd been trying to hide - not that behind a post was the best place for it - but is so used to being overlooked that the teacher's direct gaze startles her. She jumps, cowers, tries to draw herself up all in a few moments and is successful only in bringing blood to the fore of her cheeks. "I, um, hello! Miss Guildmaster bade me attend! I, um. I only just returned to Limsa Lominsa, so I've... been absent from a great many lessons... I'm sorry for interrupting!"

"Not a problem! I'm actually not a regular teacher, so you're not in any trouble." Nive smiles again, beckoning the smaller woman over. "She must have sent you down because I was here -- I only get to lecture a few times each moon."

Vydhe Qaubren nods. "Oh! Then, um, it's nice to meet you, Miss Teacher. I... must have missed the beginning of your lesson. Is there- is there aught I should do to join?"

Nivelth Ajuyn considers her for a moment, tapping her chin. "Hm... Well, for starters, you could summon a carbuncle. Either topaz or emerald, either one works. You don't have to join if you don't want to -- this is more of a combat class, with a focus on strategems."

Nodding again, Vydhe allows the mana this time to flow through her, to coalesce until it bears true shape and stands ready to attention. She'd thought herself drained from the ferry; not so, it seems.

Nivelth Ajuyn smiles at Vydhe’s Carbuncle as the girl summons her aide.

"I'm- I'd be delighted to join, if you'd have me! I don't spend a lot of time in the city, so I need to know how to look after myself! Mr Carbuncle has been helping, of course, but I know there's always more to learn!"

Nive gently pushes the kitten at her feet to the side, ignoring the sleepy hiss directed at her. She smiles down at the carbuncle, examining it. "Hm, solid work! He looks well formed, and won't disappear after a hit or two. Well done~"

Vydhe motions joyfully to Nivelth Ajuyn. "My name is Lieutenant Nivelth Ajuyn, it's nice to have you here!"

A lieutenant! Vydhe's never come across anyone quite so dignified, and does her best to offer a clumsy salute. "T-they call me Vydhe, Miss Lieutenant! I'm at your command!" Whatever nervous energy courses through her directs itself also to the carbuncle, who stays not in spot as the others do, but shifts its weight and looks as though it might start pacing.

Nive hides a small giggle behind her hand, waving her other one gently. "Don't mind that. I'm enlisted in the Malestrom, but here I'm not much more than a teacher. Guildmaster asked me to come down and help teach simply because I have the most combat experience, and I'm a summoner." She looks over the group of students, checking on how they're doing.

Vydhe Qaubren's eyes widen. Noticeably. A summoner! She's heard of them, of course, who hasn't? -- but to meet one, and to have her work complemented by one... She might remember little and less, but she'll hold the praise dear as long as she can remember it. "H-how did you become a summoner, miss?" She's asking the question before she can stop her tongue, too excited to slow down. She ought to slow down before reaching for unattainable heights, but the idea itself is dizzying.

Nivelth Ajuyn smiles. "A lot of hard work, honestly. I've been an arcanist in Limsa Lomensa for nigh on four years before I was considered for a summoner's soul stone. Y'mhitra, a scholar of the Sons of Saint Coinach had unearthed several soul stones, and went to the grand companies to see if anyone met the criteria. Myself and one other person had both fought a primal and lived to tell the tale, which I do not recommend." She makes a face at the memory.

Vydhe’s eyes grow wide with awe.

"A.... a primal...."

Nivelth Ajuyn nods.

And really, what more is there to say to that other than awe and fear? A primal-slayer! She'd thought primals were the stuff of dreams and dreams only. Suddenly, the heights she aspired to seem that much further off, a mountain she has no hope of climbing. She's not sure whether it relieves or saddens her. I. um." nothing to do than clear her throat and straighten her back. "I-in that case, I can only hope to prove myself here! Let me- let me apologise again for my lateness!" She pulls her book out and lines up with the rest of the students, eyes still wide and ready to try and impress with what little she's learned in the wild.

Trust me, it's alright!" Nive says, smiling gently. She turns to the rest of the class, nodding at their progress. "Alright, now for the next part. I'll summon my own Egi, and have you attack it. Don't worry about hurting it or me, but focus on taking down a moving target. For right now, I just want you all to direct your carbuncles to attack it, and /then/ yourselves." Nive's carbuncle disappears, replaced by a shimmering bird like creature with small gusts of wind around it.

The nerves - the blood - it's all pounding around her body like her life depends on the adrenaline to survive. Mayhap it does. Whatever Nive has summoned, it's larger than Vydhe was expecting to see, and so noticeably different from aught she's used to that it takes her by surprise, catches her entirely off-guard. It reflects in her carbuncle, whose hackles raise, on the defensive immediately, its beady eyes watching the egi float to-and-fro. With no small amount of trepidation does she point one quivering finger at the newcome-summon, directing the carbuncle to it, and just like that, the tension snaps as a rubber band might. The carbuncle bounds forward, snaps its little jaws, and does its best to swipe at the quick-moving creature.

Vydhe's carbuncle isn't the only one to attack, and the Egi dodges almost all of them. It doesn't seem to be fighting back just yet, only moving around erratically. "Good!" Nive calls out, stepping back to watch. "She's moving fast, but do your best to keep her in your sights. Once you have a strong enough bond, your carbuncle will start to attack things that you've only paid attention to once, but most of you aren't there yet." "And that's alright! Arcanima is about focusing and precise movements, as well as logic and reasoning. It's not for everyone, and sometimes it takes longer to understand how it works."

It's clear to Vydhe herself that too long has she neglected to truly study the art. Too long in the field with the carbuncle at her side choosing to do mostly as it pleases without regard for the guildmaster's lessons - the aether comes so naturally to her, and to have it tested now... it feels almost a slap to her pride. Spells come from her fingers easier than the carbuncle's focus, but together they've taken down beasts bigger than this quick-moving summon. It infuriates! It grates upon her as only sleeping in the rain has done! She can discern her carbuncle leaping, swiping, snapping, and missing every time, and does not know how to focus further. "Miss Teacher," she says absently, eyes still upon her summon. "What if- how do you make your summon faster? IS that something that can be taught?"

To a degree, yes," Nive states, waving a hand. The Egi slows down, now drifting around the students. "My Gardua-egi is wind aspected, so she flies easier through the air. However, you can Rouse your pet for a short period of time, making them quicker and stronger. It's a bit more advanced, but it /can/ be done. It requires you to focus the patterns that make up the pet into a different pattern, while still maintaining it's shape. The pattern only lasts for a short while though, so I find it easier to have the spell scribed into my grimoire and activate it. As for increasing base speed - that comes down to familiarity with each other. The carbuncle may be an extension of yourself, but it's also an intelligent creature."

"Miss Guildmaster stated there were multiple kinds of carbuncles. A-and your... egi, was it? That's part of the same...? Is it all the same? One must needs build familiarity with them all?"

"To a degree, yes." Nive nods, having the egi start to attack one of the dummies while she explains. "There are multiple carbuncles, namely topaz and emerald. However, the base spell to summon them is the same, with only additons being different. It's how a topaz becomes stronger than an emerald, while still being the same shape. At it's core, the pet is the same aetherial creature that /you/ summoned."

Vydhe gazes upon her Carbuncle in deep reflection. "I... think I understand..." Her tone belies the untruth of that statement. Calling the carbuncle back to her side, she stares down at it, twisting her mouth as she thinks, trying to understand just how all of this is meant to fall into place. Surely... surely it shouldn't be so difficult. If she puts her mind to it, and summons enough mana, surely she should be able to call her summon to her in whatever form she desires, and yet - it seems a complete impossibility to have her carbuncle change its colour, let alone its shape entirely. The carbuncle's beady eyes stare back up at her as she considers it carefully, mind racing through the possibilities. Living away from the tutor-grounds was a much simpler existence. One glance around the room, and she notes the other students scribbling in their grimoires, or discussing things with one another, and all dressed as one body - while she stands there with dirt under her nails and the stench of sea-spray in her hair. "I..." and she does not know what to do, or to say. "I think I... might stop."

Her eyes begin to well up.

Nive comes over with a concerned frown, head tilting as she looks the new student over. "It's alright, truly. Do you mind telling me what's wrong?"

"I..." and she can't look the tutor in the eye. The coeurl kitten that follows its master makes for a better thing to focus on, cute and inoffensive as it is. "I thought... I was doing well. When I was on my own, I mean. I'm not from Limsa, or- from anywhere, so I was- trying to find out where, and I- it was just me, and Mr Carbuncle, and I thought... I thought I had the hang of this." She can't help a little sigh. "It seems I was wrong."

"You're doing well, actually!" Nive smiles, looking back to the student's carbuncle. "The fact that you've gotten this far is wonderful, and there's nothing wrong with not doing it precisely like everyone else. Arcanima is a science, yes, but it's also an art."

It's plain from the hope that springs to Vydhe's eyes that she wants to believe that. "... I thought it was something to learn by rote? Everyone's grimoires," and she gestures to the rest of the students, the heavy books that hang by their side. Vydhe has one, too, but its pages are far less worn than the rest of the students'.

"Grimoires do not an Arcanist make," she says, patting her own. "They're a tool to help focus, but they're not required. It's the same with thaumaturgey, and conjury. You /can/ cast the spells without a rod or a cane, but they do help. Arcanima is more rooted in logic and reasoning, so most need the grimoire to help with the patterns."

Vydhe Qaubren nods as she listens, and thinks hard. "Magicks are... to me," she clarifies, "It feels like breathing. I don't need to think about how to cast, I just... DO. The spells I've learned have been... suggested to me, rather than learning them. I don't know if that's... is that normal?"

Nive considers her for a moment, before nodding slowly. "Not quite, but it's not uncommon. Sometimes spoke have an affinity for spellcasting, more than others. Personally I find myself confined to arcanima and summoning, while other types of magic are much harder for me. If it's like breathing to you, then perhaps you don't need the same help that others do...." She thinks for a bit more, pacing slightly and looking down at the coeurl kitten.

"It- it can be jarring to start thinking of other spells if I need to, but I can do it!" And just like that, the fire is back, and she's ready to show off her worth. She hesitates, pulls a small wooden wand from her belt in favour of the grimoire, and adopts a ready position facing one of the targets. She knows this spell from early lessons with the guildmaster upstairs, and it is nothing to call the aether to the fore. Simple magic, a ruin spell, but it shoots from her fingertips - one hand outstretched, the other clutching the wand away from her body as a focus tool - and the spell flows neatly into the target as it has done to many a beast on her journeys. Fluidly, now she has the aether at her command, she's able to shift between spells. First a protection spell, easily cast, then another Ruin directed at the target. A healing spell, after that, and follows up with a simple poison spell which affects the dummy not at all, but at least tastes different on the air when cast. She can't quite manage this sort of spellcasting and retain a carbuncle on the side, but it's quick and easy, at least. She's had to get good at this on her own.

Nive watches avidly, eyes darting around underneath the brim of her hat. She watches each spell, head tilting to the side as the differnt types come out. A part of her can't help but be jealous, but she dismisses it. "That's amazing!"

Vydhe beams with delight at Nivelth Ajuyn.

"I'm impressed, it's hard to do things like that," Nive says, smiling at her. "I certainly can't, and I'm supposedly a master in my field."

Vydhe Qaubren blushes, unused to the praise, but can't help a shy smile dominating her face nonetheless. "T-thank you! It... can certainly be hard to keep track of - it's not something I can do when I'm tired or unfocused. I'm hoping to change that the more I'm away from Limsa Lominsa." Her gaze flits to the egi, still patiently hovering nearby. "I don't really understand how to form things like your summon, or to direct them... but I'll work on it! I promise I will! I have a long way to go if I'm to be like you!"

"Summoning is hard, but don't be discouraged. From what I've been told, it's the hardest of the three major branches of magic. But if you have such a good grasp on everything already, then there's no stopping you. It'll just take a lot of work. If I may suggest something though?”

Vydhe Qaubren nods. She's all ears.

"Keep your carbuncle with you all the time. Have it run errands, hold your things, sit in your lap. It might sound frivilous, but it's the easiest way to build familiarity with a summon, and the best. If you only rely on them for battle, they can get a mite touchy, which no one wants. Carbuncles are generally kind creatures, and they like to help."

"Thank you! F-for the advice! It really means a lot, coming from someone as esteemed as..." she's trailing off, embarrassed. The journey here was long, and her head starting to feel fuzzy from the lack of rest and the aether she's been using now.

"It's no problem! And please, my name is Nive, and I'm just another adventurer. Hm..." she digs into her pocket, and produces a small vial. "Here, and ether. You've been doing a lot of spells..." Nivelth Ajuyn hands over something to her.

Ethers taste more tart than unripe berries right off the bush, but she knows a good thing when it's handed to her. Gratefully, she drains the entire thing, feels it settle in her stomach as a pool of welcome warmth. "Thank you," she says, and means it. She'd been expecting to sleep the next couple of days away. Now, not so much. "You... you said you don't normally teach, right? It would be nice to see you another time, though... I-I mean, I understand you're busy! Helping the Maelstrom and with primals and here and probably other things!" she takes a deep breath, attempting to counteract the nerves. "B-but you've been really kind. And helpful. I think you're the first person aside from Miss Guildmaster that's been like that since I woke up."

"Truth be told I've been more busy with my free company and the miner's guild than the Malestrom," Nive smiles. "I'd be happy to, if you don't mind it being later at night. I sleep during the day, most times, so today is a special case." She pauses, then tilts her head. "Since you woke up?"

"Whenever I'm in Limsa, I'm here. I... kind of live in the guild here," she explains, with one careful glance around the room. The students here know already, but she's always wary, just in case. She doesn't know why. "It was some time ago, I suppose. I... they tell me I was found close to shore. A shipwreck, they think. I don't remember." She shrugs. "Miss Guildmaster helped look over me while I was recovering. She sensed the aether in me, I suppose, and offered me board if I wanted it. I've been studying under her and staying here when I'm around. I owe her a lot."

"Hm... that's ..." Nive considers, tilting her head. "That's interesting, certinaly. You can't remember much, or at all? I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry." She frowns again, itching to pull out her cards. They probably wouldn't help, though... "I wonder what the Guildmaster would say if he saw you..."

Vydhe Qaubren shakes her head. "It's okay. You aren't the first person to ask me about it. I don't really remember anything. Vydhe is a name one of the sailors that found me gave me." She tilts her head. "... That's not quite right. I heard someone calling 'vida, vida', and I thought they meant me, so I took it as my name. The Qaubren was the ship." It's old news to her now, something she has made as much peace with as she is able. Still, she worries her lip. "Um... which guildmaster?"

"Oh, the guildmaster for the arcanists. The /actual/ guildmaster is... wandering around Eorzea. For some reason. Miss Thubyrgeim is the stand-in for now, though she runs everything quite well."

Vydhe Qaubren 's brows knit together in confusion. She'd not known that.

"I've only met him twice, and he's ... a bit of an oddball," Nive confesses. "He had me run all over Morbay Drydocks before I could even meet him, doing all sorts of strange things. The other time was when I was formally given a soul stone."

Vydhe bursts out laughing at Nivelth Ajuyn. "Oh! That's... that's certainly strange. One would think someone with your talents wouldn't be used as an errand-doer... I'm glad I've escaped that fate, then."

Nivelth Ajuyn shrugs. "He literally had me dancing for his amusement..." Nive says forlornly. "But I think you and he might get along like a house on fire. He has a grasp of Arcanima that I don't, and might be able to help you~"

Vydhe Qaubren nods. "I'll ask Miss Guildmaster about him, then! It won't hurt, at least. ... Unless I, too, have to traverse the Drydocks for him..."

"I think he said he might be moving further upland, into Upper La Noscea..." Nive muses, before absently drawing out a pack of cards and shuffling them between her fingers.

The cards draw Vydhe's attention. She doesn't want to ask - something about it seems too forward - but her eyes follow every movement of Nive's fingers, every snap of the card as they shuffle into place.

Nive doesn't notice at first, lost in thought, before flushing and starting to put the cards away. "Twelve, I'm sorry," she says sheepishly. "I didn't mean to take those out today, not when I'm supposed to be focusing on Arcanima..."

"That's okay! I've... never seen anything like that before. What are they?"

"They're fortune teller's cards, actually," Nive says, spreading them out for her to see. There's only six different types, but some of them are printed in reverse or on their side. "My mother..." She clears her throat, and starts again. "My family's magic has to do with stars and the fates, and my mother trusted these to me. I've only just started using them, actually..."

 A new type of magic! Vydhe had thought she'd heard of them all - clearly not. Her interest piqued, she peers at the cards carefully, taking in the designs like a parched man does water. "They're beautiful," she says honestly. "I've never heard of magic from the stars, though... how do you use them? What sort of magic is it?"

"There's a type that's similar to my clan's magic, found in Sharlayan and it's called astronomancy. It deals with shifting fates and reading the aetheric positions of the stars and how they influence people. It's ... extremely hard for me to use, since it deals so much with fate and strange whims, whereas I'm used to the logic and reasoning of Arcanima."