DerHauptman said:
Would it seem silly to you if i said that all of the sudden I think I can use magic?
Lokin looks at the half-orc incredulously, trying to think of a polite way to point out how unlikely that would be.
DerHauptman said:
Lokin's sword takes on the appearance of a weapon so bright that it likely could be new.
Lokin almost drops his blade with surprise, but keeps his hands on it somehow.
DerHauptman said:
Can I trust you to not tell the others? I don't want to seem a liability, for now I will continue to rely on my limited martial skills until I can figure out what if any benifit I can bring.
Lokin is still stunned by the half-orc revelation, but he nods and tries to look comfortable. He starts to sheathe his sword, but stops halfway. Redrawing his sword, he gives it a few swings, testing it.
"I'd be happy to...I mean, of course, your secret is safe with me. I mean, I definitely think what has happened is unusual, but you've been through a lot recently. We almost all just died. Your dogs..." Lokin pauses, aware of the sensitive territory he is treading.
"I'm just thinking that kind of stress can trigger something in a person. I've been a soldier for years, but that fight underground changed things for me too. I guess facing death in the face and coming out alive...it can alter things. Maybe you've always been able to do that stuff, but you're just figuring it out now.
Lokin pauses when he reaches a sufficiently wide clearing. Pausing, he begins eyeing a seemingly invisible foe. With his shield before him, he raises his sword high and behind him. He starts circling around, holding this defensive posture. Then with a grunt, he swings the blade in a wide powerful stroke. As the blade comes around, he checks the swing suddenly, turning his slow, destructive slash into a quick, forward thrust. He continues this, attacking the air and positioning his shield to block invisible counter-attacks. After a few moments, he begins speaking again.
"Anyway, I think it's wise to stick with what is dependable at this point. Your...new talents, well they may be great and all but if they might fail you when you need 'em, they could get you, and all of us, in trouble." He practices a vicious shield bash, followed by a kick, and a finishing sword blow to the ground. After this, he pauses, his breath coming a little heavier than before.
"What I don't get is why you're telling me. Filalia has more experience with magic. Kongu has odd abilities too. And you seem pretty friendly with Payne. Me, though. I mean, we've never had reason to disagree or anything, but...I mean, I'm just a soldier. That's how everyone in this little band has been treating me. I pretty big guy who's harder than average to kill and good with a sword. I'm okay with that, don't get me wrong. I know what my strengths are and it aint my personality. I know my role. So why you telling me this? Why trust me? And why not the rest of them?"