Diary of Endelle Stroth - 50.05.2270
When I joined the Ele and chose the mask of the Warrior, I believed I was fighting a righteous ideological battle for the value of wonder and discovery (and to restore my tarnished reputation, I suppose). Indeed, El-Deen encouraged abstract thinking in my decision.
However, I was thoroughly unprepared to become a literal combatant. Before now, it had been years since I had undertaken any fieldwork, much less brandished a weapon. I feel deeply sorry for El-Q’rokar, the once-Lindellian sergeant tasked with teaching me the ways of an Ele soldier.
That said, about a month into training, I believe I’m getting some grasp of the basic techniques. While I’ll hardly be leading a platoon any time soon, I know enough to not embarrass myself - a remarkable achievement for an academic such as I.
Between exercises, El-Q’rokar and I have been discussing the Ele Metanation, a topic that still fascinates me. They admit that they don’t think about it much, and that more supernatural aspects like their telepathic communication and near-infallible sense of direction became like second nature. Could one really, under one’s own power, teleport elsewhere in the Ele Dominion instantly? Could I?
Such a claim still seems unfathomable, even now that I occasionally glimpse the thoughts of others. El-Q’rokar says they have a colleague on a nearby moon who will accommodate me while I contemplate jumping back to El-Kera. It’ll at least be interesting to see more of the Dominion, even if it’s by public transport rather than magic.
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