Ezelith/Stories
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Adventurer Story Episodes
You Don't Know of Me?!
Ezelith: All right, which one of you is Eduen? You're in here, aren't you? Come out immediately!
Euden: Were you looking for me?
Ezelith: Was I? I'm not certain. Frankly, I expected someone with muscles. Possibly a beard.
Ezelith: Whatever. I'll allow you to hire me on. You're not exactly my type, but I like what I've heard about you.
Euden: I'm flattered by the offer, but... who are you?
Ezelith: Are you seriously asking me that? ME?! The greatest magical mind of our time? The genius of the century?
Euden: Not ringing any bells, sorry...
Ezelith: Un-be-lievable. Well, let's try this: it's my signature spell! If you don't know it, you've been living under a rock.
Euden: Oh, I know that spell! I just don't know you.
Ezelith: Hmm. Still unclear if you're just ignorant or deliberately trolling me.
Euden: Never. Now can I please have your name?
Ezelith: I suppose. It's Ezelith. See that you don't forget it.
Ezelith: Oh, and I expect proper treatment here. Just because you're unaware of what a coup hiring me was doesn't change that.
Euden: If you're asking for special treatment, I'm afraid I can't offer it—but rest assured everyone here is treated with respect.
Ezelith: Fine, good enough. Oh! You there! Surely YOU know who I am!
Ranzal: Muh? Ya talkin' to me?
Ezelith: I am indeed! My turn to ask a question. Who is the world-famous mage known far and wide for this signature spell?!
Ranzal: Oh, I've seen that magic before! Hmm, where was it...? Oh, right! Old Granny Catlady back home used to use it!
Ezelith: Is EVERYONE in this castle daft?!
A Genius Is a Genius
Ranzal: It's Ezelith, yeah? That's some pretty impressive work ya been doin' lately. Attitude's a little rough, but hey...
Ezelith: Yes, it turns out that the genius of the century is capable at her job. Any other brilliant observations you'd like to offer?
Ranzal: ＂Genius＂ is a convenient title, yeah? No proof required—just get to say it and off ya go.
Ezelith: Just what are you insinuating?! I think I've MORE than proven my genius here!
Ranzal: To yerself, sure—which gets ya as far as ＂self-professed genius.＂ But to be the real deal, ya gotta convince someone else.
Ezelith: A genius is a genius. It's a statement of fact, not something that requires the say-so of another.
Ranzal: Well, ya got mine anyway, so that's a solid start on that next step.
Ezelith: This is quite the turn from the local oaf. You DO acknowledge my genius, then?
Ranzal: Got no reason to lie, do I?
Ezelith: Then put on more of a show of envying me. Stand in jealous awe of my intellect while cursing your own mediocrity!
Ranzal: Bwa ha ha! Back when I was younger, I might'a done just that.
Ranzal: But like I said, yer just barely at the first step here.
Ezelith: Ah, THERE we are! That had the faint ring of sour grapes. Delicious...
Ezelith: I am bored to DEATH of praise. I want to see people writhe!
Ranzal: Eh, it's easy enough to get respect, but givin' it? That's tricky.
Ranzal: Yer own talent and pride can get in the way and keep ya from seein' straight. Hell, yer a classic case of that.
Ezelith: Or perhaps no one else is at my level! Why should I acknowledge a bunch of dullards who can't keep pace with me?
Ranzal: Ain't a matter of ＂should.＂
Ezelith: This is ridiculous. If there's no need for me to acknowledge anyone else as a peer, why would I ever do so?
Ranzal: Sheesh. Got it all figured out, yeah? Ya MUST be a genius, then...
Ezelith: At last, something we agree on!
Room to Grow
Ezelith: Yes? What is it? I can only assume you called me down here to lecture me.
Cleo: Very good. Let's talk about how you comport yourself in combat.
Cleo: Some occasional grandstanding is benign enough, but your total lack of cooperation is a drain on everyone's morale.
Ezelith: So, what? I should hobble my genius to make nice with others?
Cleo: This has nothing to do with your genius. I've collected the data. We can review it together once—
Ezelith: Ugh, never MIND! I've heard it all before. This place is as hopeless as the others.
Cleo: I'm fast arriving at the same conclusion about you. Perhaps it's time we all moved on.
Ezelith: What's that supposed to mean? Are you FIRING me?!
Cleo: Why would I need to? You won't stay. You certainly didn't at any of the other knightly orders you joined.
Ezelith: The other... You dug up my PAST? Oh, you're a real piece of work, lady!
Cleo: I don't have to dig to hear rumors.
Ezelith: And you believed them blindly and decided to come needle me so I'd run off. That it?
Cleo: Oh, believe me, if I were trying to run you off, I wouldn't do so with needling. Ezelith, your talent is exceptional, but—
Ezelith: But what? I refuse to work beneath my full potential just to match pace with all the slack-jawed yokels around here?
Cleo: BUT you have room to grow even further, is what I was going to say. And as such, I have some new tactics I'd like to explore.
Ezelith: Room to GROW? If I grew any further, there'd be no need for you at all!
Cleo: And I would gladly welcome the time off. For now, I see potential standing before me, and I want to see it realized.
Ezelith: ...You said you heard rumors. About me.
Cleo: Not a one of them complimentary.
Ezelith: And you believed them.
Cleo: I believe in what I see with my own eyes— and what I see is budding talent.
Ezelith: Budding... Fine, then! Gimme those tactics! I'll give 'em a thorough review!
In Need of a Good Setback
Euden: You mentioned before that you were curious to experience failure, Ezelith. Any luck so far?
Ezelith: Of course not! ...But I think I at least have a better grasp of the concept now.
Ezelith: What does failure mean to YOU, Eduen?
Euden: Hmm. I guess it's a feeling of frustration and impasse when all of your talent isn't enough to accomplish your goals.
Ezelith: I'm well aware of the definition, thanks. I meant its PERSONAL significance.
Euden: So, the lessons failure teaches a person?
Ezelith: Exactly. You see, as a genius, I doubted I would ever truly know failure.
Ezelith: I've never cared a lick for the expectations of others, and any task I set my mind to can be accomplished with ease.
Euden: That certainly sounds like a recipe for a failure-free life.
Ezelith: Right? So the way I see it, the only way I can experience failure is through others.
Ezelith: Everyone around me screwed up and dragged me down, so I came up short— that sort of thing.
Euden: I...suppose that still qualifies as failure?
Ezelith: But getting over that would hardly help me grow. Honestly, I think this business about getting stronger with failure is malarkey.
Ezelith: What's more, the people here are all reasonably smart and capable, so there's my last hope of failure out the window.
Ezelith: Anyway, that's when I started thinking of it differently. Like, what if what I did BEFORE finding this place was my stumbling block?
Ezelith: I don't need to worry about future failures now. I can just stay here and be thankful for what I've found.
Euden: That's actually a good way to think of it.
Ezelith: I KNOW, right? The ability to think outside the box like that is what defines a genius, you know.
Ready to Rampage
Ezelith: We need to talk, old man. Come.
Ranzal: I'm busy. If yer gonna ask me out, you can do it right here.
Ezelith: Sad. Also, gross. Possibly very gross? This is about combat tactics, you goon.
Ranzal: Still waitin' for the point here.
Ezelith: There's something I'd like to try. It's not especially difficult, but... I can't do it alone.
Ezelith: Look at this diagram. The key lies in you and I tightly coordinating. I call this move ＂The Ranzelith Rampage.＂ Now, it's... Er...
Ezelith: What? Why are you grinning? Is it a creepy old man thing? Don't make me call Cleo!
Ranzal: I'm just thinkin' back to when ya asked why ya'd ever wanna acknowledge anyone else—and look at ya now. I'm so proud!
Ezelith: Ew, don't get all nostalgic on me. That's SUCH an old man move.
Ranzal: Enough with the ＂old man＂ stuff already. I'll help ya out, but only if I get a new nickname.
Ezelith: Well, listen to you! Have one in mind, old man? Let's hear it.
Ranzal: ＂Big bro.＂
Ezelith: Okay, what? We're family now? Ew. No.
Ranzal: What's wrong with—
Ezelith: At the point I have to explain that, you are DEFINITELY an old man. So we'll just stick with that.
Ezelith: Anyway, don't act like you're not excited to rampage across the battlefield with me.
Ranzal: I'm always ready to rampage, kid.
Ezelith: Good! Then let's get practicing. If you manage to keep up with me, I might just accept you as my peer!
Ranzal: Whoa, slow down! Ya think the world's ready for Ranzal, genius of the century?
Ezelith: Ha! It's finally your time to shine! Now let's get to it, old man.