Magic Eight Ball
Bard responded with a smile to Milo as the dynast tried to stare down Spider. "I already told you earlier that she was no mere mortal, remember?" He chuckled. "She is a potent woman, and that well earned might just saved your men a great many injuries." He looked at Spider with pride. "As I said, there is no power that she did not earn."Bard and Spider
At Mahina's campsite, things are winding down from the excitement of the attack of the rock wolves. Milo slowly lowers his sword as he looks around warily, searching for any signs that the pack is coming back. When it is clear that the backbone of the attack has been broken with the death of the alpha wolf, he turns to look at Spider and says, "You move with speed and power that is impossible for a mortal. I want to know exactly, what are you? An Outcaste? God Blooded? Or are you one of the Celestial Exalted?"
Mahina lets out a slight chuckle. "My dear Milo. Do you really think that an Anathema would risk being here, in the presence of so many Dragon Blood? She must have some spirit blood in her."
Milo does not look convinced, and he continues to stare over at Spider. Without taking his eyes off of her, he then says, "And what of your new favorite toy? Did you not see him use Essence to attack the wolf? They may both be Anathema!"
Mahina places her hands on her hips and looks at her brother with a scornful look, but you can both see that the seeds of doubt have been planted. The wrong word here can start a whole new fight.
What do you do?
The wiley solar then place a hand on his chest, "I said that too, didn't I? Of what I did. My chant of words was not simply for dramatic effect. Relax, my friends. Relax."
"As for me, that explanation is much simpler and much more direct. And it ties into the performance of both myself and her." Rather than seeming worried, Bard took his sanxian and sat by the fire. At the very least they could be confident he wasn't going to flee.
With the strum of a few calming notes, he explained. "There is more to strength that that of muscle alone. And there are many a martial arts that explore such ways. What I used was not essence." He said completely honestly, "That was called a kiai shout. It is a technique mastered by monks of the Silver-Voiced Nightingale Style. It involves mastering the flows of ones life force of one's own body, the spiritual and physical discipline. We call this energy ki, and in my style we unleash that ki as an outward projection of kinetic force. That is what you seen. I assure you that it is entirely mundane, and within the realm of any mortal to learn should they train. "
"But I also want you to remember what was felt. For a master of my style can do more than project ki as a destructive wave, but use it through sound and rhythm to invigorate the ki of those I feel strongly to. What you felt when the fight began, you didn't feel essence... but instead something else, a quickening. You felt your inner strength be drawn forth. Such is the way of the Silver Voiced Nightingale."
Bard gestured at Spider, "She has been with me for a long time, and is familiar with this quickening. And I am much for familiar with her ki, that is why my techniques had a much greater effect on her. [Playing back to Bard transferring the temp WP to Spider]."
"I told you, we are treasure hunters and adventurers. If we were but your average peasants, then we would not be where we are now. All the trials we faced, they helped us grow and become greater. You don't think we would have accepted your job if we couldn't defend ourselves, did you?" Bard then laughed. "But really, Mahina, Milo, we are here to help. We ARE friends."
(Used a few callbacks of seeds I planted earlier. Would you like me to make a roll in calming them down?@sherwood)