Nactonees places his staff by his side..

'They are our Combatent against Shalon's bladesingers, using a method called the pulse, correct?' Nikerym responded in the Elvish dialect to Nactonees. The question was simple enough, the answer wasn't. Nactonees seemed to be searching for any signs of the purity within the two.

Nactonees nods at Nikerym, 'Let me tell you about the origin of the style.'

Nikerym nods. Cyrian had thought about the question carefully and answered as honestly as she could, 'I have heard of the song, it resembles the bladesingers, as if it were lost to us, from our cousins exile, then the song found us, forming the DeathDancer.'

Nactonees smiles at Cyrian.

'Daristen was the one who recovered our lost power. He trained by himself and refined it until he had mastered its complex form,' Nactonees begins in the common tongue, 'He took on one student, our Master Lyan.'

Nactonees says 'Lyan taught it to me.' He smiles happily.

Nikerym listens intently just as Nactonees stands up, saying, 'I remember my first lesson. Daristen sat me down and asked me to stop and listen to everything and nothing. '

Nactonees pauses and says 'I'll ask you to do the same. ' Nikerym nods in response.

'Please eat and drink now. Because once you begin, I do not want either of you doing anything but listening..'

Nikerym nods grabbing a decanter of orange juice he carries. While Nikerym drinks orange juice from his decanter, Cyrian stands up, realizing she has nothing but Drakkara's magic to maintain her thirst and hunger.

Cyrian chants a spell and a magical spring flows from the ground of the bland and plain storagehouse. Continuing her chants, mushrooms begin sprouting up all around the small group. Gathering the mushrooms and drinking from the spring as Nactonees had suggested.

Nactonees whispers 'The goal is to reach that place where you see hear and feel nothing.. some call it the void'

Cyrian sits down, resting and relaxing as best she can. Nikerym nods. Nactonees says smiling happily, 'I call it peace' Nikerym nods.

'Once you are there, I want to know what is it that you hear and feel. ' Nactonees continues, 'Please take your time as it is often difficult to find.' He smiles once again at his two new disciples of the coveted pulse.

Nikerym nods to Nactonees.

Nactonees says leaning against the wall relaxing, 'You may begin when you are ready.'

Nikerym begins to concentrate, begining a pattern of breating to relax.

Nactonees drinks cranberry juice from a decanter of endless water.

Consumed within the silence, Cyrian's eyelids become heavy, as if her sight plagued her from hearing the pulse of the realms.

Nactonees whispers breaking the silence that Nikerym and Cyrian fought to maintain, 'remember, listen only to what is inside you.. the driving force of your body and soul.'

Silence overwhelmed the small storagehouse of the Ka'vanth for many hours. Nactonees whispers 'So peaceful so quickly.. I am proud.'

Cyrian disappears into the void.

Thu-thump...thu-thump...thu-thump

Nactonees uses his own ability of psonisist powers from the pulse to speak without speaking to Cyrian, 'What do you hear, Cousin? That which gives you life, the pulse of your entire being.'

'My heart,' Cyrian responded to her teacher silently...

Nactonees smiles at Cyrian. She gasps in astonishment, how could he see me, she pondered.

Nactonees tells Cyrian silently, 'Excellent!'

Nactonees whispers 'shh..'

Nikerym dissapears into the void.

Cyrian smiles happily.

Nactonees smiles at Cyrian.

Nactonees taunts Cyrian with a chuckle using his inept ability, 'That is the root of all power.

The Shalonesti think it lies in a song.. ' pausing to let his thoughts sink in to the young cleric, 'Theirs is corrupt, ours pure. That is why we shall prevail.'

'We must dance to the rythmn of the pulse of our own heart,' Cyrian responds, 'It is beautiful.'

Nodding to Cyrian, Nactonees says.'I will show you many forces yet unlocked in you.'