Ought we not be allowed protection in case there is danger? Clearly it was necessary.
[ Emet-Selch is still standing, looking nonplussed at the threats. He doubts this mortal could be any threat to him, not really, and he allows himself to look him up and down, examining and curious. He's not encountered much of this man's kind, that's to be sure, and he is somewhat interested in the nature of them.
It reminds him of a person who had wished to explore all that the world has to offer, and that leaves him feeling an ache deep in his chest.
Crossing his arms, Emet-Selch just smiles. ]
It would take more than a little poison to truly bring me down, I am afraid.
Had you not thought to trespass, mayhap there would not have been a need.
[ There is no fear there. No, if nothing else the man seems amused. Far too amused it doesn’t settle upon Thivir very well. Usually there would be some curiosity and amazement, yes. He had heard his sisters speak of those moments when one or two had managed to get as far as the village. How quickly it had all turned to fear when they had turned lances upon the intruders.
Something… Something doesn’t read right here. Oh there is nothing to give it away. The mist in the air is as steady as it ever is. There’s nothing that sets his ears off nor other senses. Just the lack id fear and being able to stand… ]
I should strike you down. You must know that in any other circumstances, I very much would. Without hesitation and without any mercy.
[ Because he has. Countless times before he has and there hadn't been any indecision on his part. Yet! If he presses forward wouldn’t that be giving the man what he wants? Or maybe Thivir is overthinking it. He huffs, almost inaudible as he sheaths his blade and stands upright. Probably a mistake. ]
Alas, I am not here to provide entertainment. You had the opportunity to take my life in the heat of the moment and you did not.
[ It doesn’t make sense to save a life if only to take it in the next moment. ]
Know that even should I stay my hand, others will not.
Can we truly call it trespassing when I did not know there was ought to trespass against?
[ It's not as if he had come here knowing he would be bothering a group of Viera men, nor did he come here with the intention of stepping on land where he is not welcomed. Now that he has, however, there is no denying the want to learn more, to see how far he might push and demand and make note of whatever these people are doing.
It is part of his nature, and as his arms open wide in a casual, unshakable way, there is no denying that Emet-Selch is nothing short of amused. ]
I would certainly like to see you try. In any other circumstance, with anyone else, I would almost think you capable of success.
[ Emet-Selch is not afraid. If he is attacked he can simply teleport, move behind the man, step out of his way - or summon his own magicks to make himself more than secure. He does not fear the threat of danger from this man because he knows himself stronger. ]
I am curious, a learned man. Would you punish me for it? Is that the nature of your ilk, I wonder?
Then you did not heed the warnings or advice of the local populaces prior to entering. This would make you rather foolish.
[ The man is still amused. Smug. Arrogant. Unconcerned about just about everything from what Thivir can tell. With anyone else and capable of success meaning that he doesn't believe that the Viera could manage? An ear flicks in irritation even if his face remains as stern as it had but a few moments ago. ]
A learned man would have investigated before setting out. Is that the nature of your ilk, that you do not take into consideration what anyone but yours believes?
[ Thivir turns then, meandering towards one of the many trees. Hand placed upon the surface, he means to make a getaway. Excuse himself before too many words are spoken. In truth, he is curious. He wants to figure out this man before him. To understand. That is not something that Thivir should do and removing himself from the temptation is...
Well it's the only step that he can take. ]
It is not we that despise your presence. We are but guardians and protectors of this place. The trees themselves denote your unworthiness. They cry about you being wrong and desire you to be cut down. Even now their distress builds.
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[ Emet-Selch is still standing, looking nonplussed at the threats. He doubts this mortal could be any threat to him, not really, and he allows himself to look him up and down, examining and curious. He's not encountered much of this man's kind, that's to be sure, and he is somewhat interested in the nature of them.
It reminds him of a person who had wished to explore all that the world has to offer, and that leaves him feeling an ache deep in his chest.
Crossing his arms, Emet-Selch just smiles. ]
It would take more than a little poison to truly bring me down, I am afraid.
[ A shrug. ]
Make me.
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[ There is no fear there. No, if nothing else the man seems amused. Far too amused it doesn’t settle upon Thivir very well. Usually there would be some curiosity and amazement, yes. He had heard his sisters speak of those moments when one or two had managed to get as far as the village. How quickly it had all turned to fear when they had turned lances upon the intruders.
Something… Something doesn’t read right here. Oh there is nothing to give it away. The mist in the air is as steady as it ever is. There’s nothing that sets his ears off nor other senses. Just the lack id fear and being able to stand… ]
I should strike you down. You must know that in any other circumstances, I very much would. Without hesitation and without any mercy.
[ Because he has. Countless times before he has and there hadn't been any indecision on his part. Yet! If he presses forward wouldn’t that be giving the man what he wants? Or maybe Thivir is overthinking it. He huffs, almost inaudible as he sheaths his blade and stands upright. Probably a mistake. ]
Alas, I am not here to provide entertainment. You had the opportunity to take my life in the heat of the moment and you did not.
[ It doesn’t make sense to save a life if only to take it in the next moment. ]
Know that even should I stay my hand, others will not.
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[ It's not as if he had come here knowing he would be bothering a group of Viera men, nor did he come here with the intention of stepping on land where he is not welcomed. Now that he has, however, there is no denying the want to learn more, to see how far he might push and demand and make note of whatever these people are doing.
It is part of his nature, and as his arms open wide in a casual, unshakable way, there is no denying that Emet-Selch is nothing short of amused. ]
I would certainly like to see you try. In any other circumstance, with anyone else, I would almost think you capable of success.
[ Emet-Selch is not afraid. If he is attacked he can simply teleport, move behind the man, step out of his way - or summon his own magicks to make himself more than secure. He does not fear the threat of danger from this man because he knows himself stronger. ]
I am curious, a learned man. Would you punish me for it? Is that the nature of your ilk, I wonder?
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[ The man is still amused. Smug. Arrogant. Unconcerned about just about everything from what Thivir can tell. With anyone else and capable of success meaning that he doesn't believe that the Viera could manage? An ear flicks in irritation even if his face remains as stern as it had but a few moments ago. ]
A learned man would have investigated before setting out. Is that the nature of your ilk, that you do not take into consideration what anyone but yours believes?
[ Thivir turns then, meandering towards one of the many trees. Hand placed upon the surface, he means to make a getaway. Excuse himself before too many words are spoken. In truth, he is curious. He wants to figure out this man before him. To understand. That is not something that Thivir should do and removing himself from the temptation is...
Well it's the only step that he can take. ]
It is not we that despise your presence. We are but guardians and protectors of this place. The trees themselves denote your unworthiness. They cry about you being wrong and desire you to be cut down. Even now their distress builds.