Surrounded by open books and scattered papers, Evangeline taps a pen against a fresh sheet. These artifacts were flowing into the city for a reason, a reason she intended to find out. The others simply wanted to destroy the items, eliminate the threat.
How Droll.
What is the point of misfortune if nothing is learned from it? Societies must grow, expand, change. She glances at her growing pile of schematics.
They must Evolve.
Master Wolfsong did not understand, he berated her for her course of action, fearing the unknown consequences her actions might bring. His concern was touching, but unneeded, one would think a freedom fighter and a lone soul such as he would be more adventurous. He was right, of course, she was taking risks.
Lady Crofte was similar, her destruction of the Tear still rankled. It was the worst kind of snap decision, motivated by fear and ignorance. Finding out the true nature of the tear, the Paladin made a fight or flight decision, and she chose flight. Understandable enough, if disappointing, one would not collar themselves to an ancient and stuffy dynasty if they were fond of change. Still, she could be worked with, if given the proper motivation... and the proper assurances.
Now Orrin on the other hand, was a man of drive. She leans back, smiling, who would have thought that a Dragoon of Ishgard would ally himself to her cause, only if temporarily. It was not so strange however, once she thought on it. Dragoons of all people knew the value of risks, of change... of evolution. Why else would they strap on the blood and bones of their enemy. Trading their bodies and sanity for a small advantage over the Horde. Yes, Orrin understood.
There was still too many unknowns though, Verad and his Ilk, the Noble Barbarracia, and of course, the one who started this all. The mysterious no-eyed man, and whoever was backing him.
Someday she should thank the magistrate who exiled her from Ishgard. Ul'dah was much more fun.
How Droll.
What is the point of misfortune if nothing is learned from it? Societies must grow, expand, change. She glances at her growing pile of schematics.
They must Evolve.
Master Wolfsong did not understand, he berated her for her course of action, fearing the unknown consequences her actions might bring. His concern was touching, but unneeded, one would think a freedom fighter and a lone soul such as he would be more adventurous. He was right, of course, she was taking risks.
Lady Crofte was similar, her destruction of the Tear still rankled. It was the worst kind of snap decision, motivated by fear and ignorance. Finding out the true nature of the tear, the Paladin made a fight or flight decision, and she chose flight. Understandable enough, if disappointing, one would not collar themselves to an ancient and stuffy dynasty if they were fond of change. Still, she could be worked with, if given the proper motivation... and the proper assurances.
Now Orrin on the other hand, was a man of drive. She leans back, smiling, who would have thought that a Dragoon of Ishgard would ally himself to her cause, only if temporarily. It was not so strange however, once she thought on it. Dragoons of all people knew the value of risks, of change... of evolution. Why else would they strap on the blood and bones of their enemy. Trading their bodies and sanity for a small advantage over the Horde. Yes, Orrin understood.
There was still too many unknowns though, Verad and his Ilk, the Noble Barbarracia, and of course, the one who started this all. The mysterious no-eyed man, and whoever was backing him.
Someday she should thank the magistrate who exiled her from Ishgard. Ul'dah was much more fun.
