Raunen Song descended swiftly, point first, to deeply penetrate the scabbard it had left a life-time ago. Ignorant to the nature of his adversary's hesitation, Alish chose to believe that the beast resigned itself to it's proper station - Which was of course that of submission.
Was he not Elkor Alish? Warrior of Rovac and Leader of Men? Had he not singly held the breach at Enerlorff and led the sally which opened the gates of Hiemal Amaranthine - giving them the city in a single night what a ten year of siege could not avail? Why then would this demigod not surrender when confronted with this descendant of the Favoured Blood. And while one could say his self evaluations were optimistic, it was true that Alish had swum through an ocean of blood to come to these distant shores, thus it was he considered his opinions modest and himself to be a humble man to be so modest concerning such grand achievments.
'Beast you surely are, but at least you are capable of reason. Good, for on this day I did not come to spill your blood but to ask a boon. I seek someone, and rumour has it you are an oracle.'
Truth be known, Alish was more ready to believe Saat'bas was nothing of the sort, but the Rovac believed such things as oracles were possible and he was receptive to the possibility.
Pity the Rovac! So long seperated from their mainland dwelling cousins that for they Le'Raana had become a place where every fable and legend wore flesh. As children they listened with rapt attention to tales of fairy towers lying in the Deep South inhabited by dwarves with red felt trousers, purple suede shoes, brown velvet jackets and blue noses whom granted wishes to warriors that could slay the immortal elf and make the talking rabbit laugh. That there existed only three types of Higher Beings - Namely men (including lesser variations limited only to Dwarves, Elves and sometimes Sparglats {things which defied description and lived only in stories shared amongst the post-pubescent adolescents}), Daemons and Gods and finally that their destiny was to rid the world of all unnatural abherrations (magic users, daemons, ghosts and windmills) in order to secure an uncontested place for humanity.
Fortunately for the green man Alish believed him a god, for had he known Saat'bas was no divinity, noforce on earth would have stayed his blade. Fortunate, perhaps, for them both that they now exchanged words rather than blows.
'My sister is lost to me. Something has occoured whilst I was away, and her shame has driven her to this place. Find her for me.'
Crossing his arms and spreading his legs, Alish assumed a position of waiting which suggested he could hold it comfortably for aeons if necessary. It was the posture of a man well used to recieving obedience even in the face of unreasonable expectations, It was quite obvious he forsaw no further impedimentia and anticipated an immediate and forthcoming resolution to his quest.
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Telepathy. Now that's an interesting question. Are psionics liminal in nature? Would that fall under magical or metaphysical?
Well, personally, we're all here for fun, and maximum fun forces me to allow it ;)