Trutharchivist

So, are all the socially awkward BookWorms vampires? Is it also the other way around?

He hesitated. "It's a demon, isn't it." He said, then sighed. "I promise not to tell anyone without your agreement. I'll write it in my notebook probably, but in a language no one around here will understand. And I won't show it to those who will without your permission."

"A contract, you say. A legal agreement with an entity above our normal rules? Hmmm... I wonder if this is in my domain. I actually don't know much about other realms rules, though I know they exist. With what kind of non-physical creature is this contract? A spiritual one? An Idei? Maybe something else entirely?"

"Hmmm." Says Gal, looking at him with a thoughtful look on his face. "A non-physical entity, then? Not giving powers, but uses them from within you. Some sort of a possession?" Recalling that Orpheus not long ago asked him about demons, he says: "I don't mean literal demons. There are many kinds of non-physical entities, and some of them chose to possess someone, letting his consciousness remain in control for most part, though some are more dominating."

"Do you truly have scaring powers? If so, do you know if it comes from an outside source, like a non-physical entity or something, or is it a natural mind ability?"

Gal, curious, nods, and follows Orpheus.

Gal looks at him skeptically, noting a violet glow slowly leaving Orpheus' eyes. "Powers like that, from how I know them, tend to affect the user personality." He says gently. "It won't be surprising if, assuming you have such powers, you will be a little paranoid about that. I knew someone with such powers, and he tended to jump at every shadow. He could be very dangerous at times. You should be ready for aftereffects of magic system, whichever they may be, and aware of them." He stopped for a moment. "I understand if you don't want to share, but something did happen. So if you don't mind, I would like to know what."

Did you read Alcatraz? Moron is not an insult.

Gal was relieved. Things didn't turn very ugly after all. He then turned to Orpheus. "Excuse me, do you have mental powers? Related to scaring people?"

I can say I'm a vampire, I guess. Walking alone at night is nice. Funny thing, creating social groups for people who like to be alone is a thing here. Isn't that an oxymoron?

Gal looked around him, only now realizing the extent of the fear wave. He was worried for a moment that a Hyenason will be able to sense them - then remembered they weren't common outside the mountains. He returned to his notebook for a moment, wrote something and looked up again.

I don't know about weather. In winter I'm almost always chilled (though not too much, really), and I have Atopic Dermatitis (assuming you know what this is), and so summer means hot and sweating, which makes it positively worse. This is not to say I hate all seasons - I can get along with both too, though my A.D. makes me really miserable at times. I also like to go alone at night (may I join the vampire club?), but we don't have enough snow around here ever, so it's not regularly in snow.

Gal felt a presence of fear creeping in. He would've thought he'd e ready. After all, he did meet a Hyenason once or twice. But this was a little different. He succeeded - barely - to stay sanding, and after flipping a few pages in his notebook he wrote something, with shaking hands. The feeling seemed to come from... Orpheus? He then considered for a moment. He was practically useless in battle - his magic was far more useful as a party trick, really. But he could try a little Planting. And... he hesitated. Was it fine to Harvest this men of the little intelligence they have? He decided to stick to Planting. He readied himself to when the fight will start. @Matrim's Dice, @Channelknight Fadran, @The Awakened Salad, @Cosmical Existence, @Vapor.

Yet, the fact the idiots club exists proves what Wit told Shallan, that two smart man talking will eventually find their common stupidity. To quote his exact words:

Thank you! Finally someone who does things properly! I always end my messages with a dot, and try to never forget proper punctuation in texts.

Suffering the presence of those people? Definitely not. He did want to question more Gracelings, but one does not simply ignore prophecies. Unless, of course, one was Lord Leggings. Gal gave up. With some people you can't reason. He sighed and backed off, shaking his head.

Apparently, there is no escape from the ugly way. Unless... "If you pay no heed to prophecies, you must still appreciate knowledge, as knowledge in power. I'm a magic researcher doing research on Graces. I might be on the brink of realizing how to Grace people. Wouldn't your lord be pleased to have more Gracelings to serve him? I can promise not to tell anyone else how to do it. Even if I won't find out how to do so, the knowledge I will gain will be important, I'm sure." Of course, appealing to the desire of knowledge in such people is stupid, but the desire for power exists in everyone.

Gal rolled his eyes. Clearly, this man is an idiot. "You know nothing about the prophecy. I assure to you that this explanation is highly improbable, but it is, of course, your choice whether to believe me or not. If you follow another prophecy you may well just tell us."

"It seems you misundestood me." Said Gal. "This is no mere quest. However dangerous the Lady is, it's more dangerous to act against a prophecy. Surely you know that." His tone seems to imply he means that even people like Sir Nethaniel must know something about prophecies.

Maybe lure one to an underwater cavern, and cage the other in the old-fashioned way? How much manpower does the captor have?

Gal notices how tense is everyone, realizing the situation is just about to become messy. He considers for a moment trying to solve it with a little polite speech, then realizes it's too late for that. He then says: "Gentleman, I believe you aren't fully aware of what you're messing with. We are on a prophesied quest, and messing with a member will end badly. It's not a threat, merely a warning. Be wary whenever prophecies are involved."

By separately, do you mean in a way they can't contact each other, or just in different containers?

What do they love? Reading is the best way to avoid social interaction. I can say so from personal experience. I can say about my friends the same as Connie and Tesh.

I just now remembered there was one more thing. As you undoubtedly saw, I use a lot of terms from the agricultural world, and so, should I call the magic users (the animals, of course) mind farmers/agriculturists/gardeners or something along those lines? I also might call the Wanderers Weeds instead, and the Centers Seeds. What do you think? Should I make a poll?