hafrogman
Adventurer
Rhys has been letting the conversation wash over him as he sits and silently sips at his ale. He smiles contentedly as he takes in the comfort of the inn and the noises of the common room. But after a moment he notices that the group has turned their attention to him. He blinks for a moment, replaying the last question in his mind.
"Hmmm? Oh, me? No. I'm no practitioner of the arcane. I've become acquainted with some of the theory in my travels, though. Arcanists channel the magic of the world, shaping it as they wont, yes? And the priesthood serve as conduits for the divine powers, their prayers manifested. I'm something in between. Direct shaping of the raw powers of divine creation and destruction."
As he gets into his train of thought, his slightly vague demeanor slowly become more animated. Here is a man who has had a lot of time to think to himself, and not many people to share his thought with. As he trails off again, he holds up his hands as if to grasp at the power he describes. After a moment's reflection, he starts and turns back to the group.
"It's really quite fascinating."
Then another pause.
"I'm Rhys, by the way. Rhys Belloc."
"Hmmm? Oh, me? No. I'm no practitioner of the arcane. I've become acquainted with some of the theory in my travels, though. Arcanists channel the magic of the world, shaping it as they wont, yes? And the priesthood serve as conduits for the divine powers, their prayers manifested. I'm something in between. Direct shaping of the raw powers of divine creation and destruction."
As he gets into his train of thought, his slightly vague demeanor slowly become more animated. Here is a man who has had a lot of time to think to himself, and not many people to share his thought with. As he trails off again, he holds up his hands as if to grasp at the power he describes. After a moment's reflection, he starts and turns back to the group.
"It's really quite fascinating."
Then another pause.
"I'm Rhys, by the way. Rhys Belloc."