Chapter Text
C Support
Lute: Riev, I’ve been wondering, how are you both a bishop and a follower of Formitiis?
Riev: I did not always know of my master. I was a student of light long before I was shown true darkness.
Lute: But how can you remain a bishop and follow him ?
Riev: Tell me, what do you know of the types of magic?
Lute: Light requires belief in the divine, and dark is more accurately described as the study of ancient knowledge. Anima is about the control of nature, which appealed to me when I chose it as my path.
Riev: You explained my point elegantly. Light does not require belief in a specific being, only in the divine. My master is divine, though he comes to destroy us all. There is no contradiction in my powers.
Lute: He may be creepy, but his reasoning is sound.
B Support
Lute: I’ve been thinking, since our last conversation, Riev, and I still don’t understand: You raised hordes of monsters on the sea off of Bethroen, but I’ve never heard of a light mage who can do that. It sounds like what summoners, students of dark magic, do.
Riev: I’ve often found the distinctions between powers flimsy. I do summon monsters, on behalf of my Lord. Through my faith in him I’ve gained greater power. There is no reason others could not learn the same arts. I could teach you, if you’d like…
Lute: Absolutely not!
Riev: Regardless, these powers are not of any one magic. The greatest mages do not rely on a singular branch, but the blending between them. I’ve learned this art through my Liege, but you could find another path.
Lute: Fascinating ideas. This will require more thought, I’m sure.
A Support
Riev: Have you studied the merging of magic, Lute?
Lute: I have, but the skill is not coming. I believe I will have to set this study aside until we finish the campaign.
Riev: My offer to teach you still stands, and Formitiis will not be involved.
Lute: I’ve realized that your knowledge vastly outweighs my own, and I need your help. I’m sure I will learn many things useful for my complete examination of the magical arts.
Riev: You’re writing a book?
Lute: A series. I’m six hundred pages into the first planned volume of ten.
Riev: My lord, grant me patience…