[Well, he's not exactly lying about being the Moon Master or a Priest and he's especially not lying about Seven Tower — how he got the former two positions, however, is a mystery best left unsolved.
Ebalon, on the contrary, does not focus on discerning the character of others. People are easy to manipulate at their core; even the most well-read and intelligent sort of folk can be swayed to one side or another with a bit of flourishing, flowery language. Those that are too stubborn to follow after him are not people he wants at his side. The sweetest of heroes can become the sickest of villains if the proper motivations are in place, something Ebalon has and will take advantage of where possible.
No, what he's interested in is the information that can be provided, the intel gathered, the explorable mindscapes of residents on this ship.]
A pleasure, truly. And yes, in fact, I am a scholar — Seven Tower was a mage's college of sorts — so I do have information on other planes of existence, if you're interested. [And it seems he is, so.] On Elrios, my home plane, there are several neighbouring dimensions. Imagine, if you would, the material world — for the purposes of this explanation, let us say it's represented by this orb here.
["This orb here" being a ball of white-gold moon magic Ebalon conjures to his palm in broad daylight.]
Now, the material world is made up of your regular run-of-the-mill facets of existence — continents, sentient life, flora and fauna, the works. Surrounding the material world of Elrios is the dimension of Henir. [And at that, a sheet of dark magic envelops the ball of moonlight, hovering some several inches away from it.] They do not touch — well, not completely. Cracks of Henir have slipped into Elrios historically, but these are not a result of the planes overlapping and more akin to spacetime anomalies squeezing into a fragile reality.
[Moving on, Ebalon creates two more balls of moonlight, one on the upper side of the orb and one on the lower. At that point, he lets them hover without the assistance of his palm seemingly holding them up.]
The topmost orb is the heavens, a realm known as Empyrean. The bottommost is aptly named "the demon realm" due to, you guessed it, demons residing there. Their positions in relation to Elrios proper are nebulous, though common belief holds that they are positioned like so. More to the point: To cross between realms, one must pass through Henir in some way, shape, or form. This can be done by two proven methods: Walking through one of Henir's interdimensional cracks — quite likely to kill the person travelling, as the primordial chaos is a virulent dimension — or via portal. The construction of portals is a practice that originated in the demon realm, and it was actually demons who introduced Elrios' population to the science behind their creation. As you may have surmised, this is entirely because of Henir's danger; it will corrupt anything it touches.
As for the realms themselves, I cannot speak for the heavens — Empyrean is scientifically unknown to us — but the demon realm is inhabited by dark elves as well as demons, and if knowledge serves, they have their own functioning countries, sentient creatures, flora, et cetera et cetera. Would a demon scholar consider their world the material plane, then? It's difficult to say without speaking to one, huhu.
[Off to the left of this weird little 3D map he's made, Ebalon holds out a pointer finger to create a much smaller ball of light.]
This is the Serena Eterna. Where it lies in space relative to Elrios, I know not, and that is something I aim to figure out. Near this are other planes I've heard of... [Just. Adding a couple more larger balls of light near this.] And as for if Henir surrounds all of this, I have not been able to ascertain that either. That begs the question: Where does Henir end, and some other "filler" dimension begin?
...
Regardless, it seems the multiverse is much larger than what I had originally believed. Somehow, the Captain has access to all of these planes of existence and more, which is likely how we all ended up here — some type of magic that randomly pulls others from different worlds...
[He trails off there. Please tell him you absorbed all of that. As a side note, if Ayato tries to touch the magic, he'll find that the dark magic hurts, but that the lighter magic feels cool and pleasant.]
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Ebalon, on the contrary, does not focus on discerning the character of others. People are easy to manipulate at their core; even the most well-read and intelligent sort of folk can be swayed to one side or another with a bit of flourishing, flowery language. Those that are too stubborn to follow after him are not people he wants at his side. The sweetest of heroes can become the sickest of villains if the proper motivations are in place, something Ebalon has and will take advantage of where possible.
No, what he's interested in is the information that can be provided, the intel gathered, the explorable mindscapes of residents on this ship.]
A pleasure, truly. And yes, in fact, I am a scholar — Seven Tower was a mage's college of sorts — so I do have information on other planes of existence, if you're interested. [And it seems he is, so.] On Elrios, my home plane, there are several neighbouring dimensions. Imagine, if you would, the material world — for the purposes of this explanation, let us say it's represented by this orb here.
["This orb here" being a ball of white-gold moon magic Ebalon conjures to his palm in broad daylight.]
Now, the material world is made up of your regular run-of-the-mill facets of existence — continents, sentient life, flora and fauna, the works. Surrounding the material world of Elrios is the dimension of Henir. [And at that, a sheet of dark magic envelops the ball of moonlight, hovering some several inches away from it.] They do not touch — well, not completely. Cracks of Henir have slipped into Elrios historically, but these are not a result of the planes overlapping and more akin to spacetime anomalies squeezing into a fragile reality.
[Moving on, Ebalon creates two more balls of moonlight, one on the upper side of the orb and one on the lower. At that point, he lets them hover without the assistance of his palm seemingly holding them up.]
The topmost orb is the heavens, a realm known as Empyrean. The bottommost is aptly named "the demon realm" due to, you guessed it, demons residing there. Their positions in relation to Elrios proper are nebulous, though common belief holds that they are positioned like so. More to the point: To cross between realms, one must pass through Henir in some way, shape, or form. This can be done by two proven methods: Walking through one of Henir's interdimensional cracks — quite likely to kill the person travelling, as the primordial chaos is a virulent dimension — or via portal. The construction of portals is a practice that originated in the demon realm, and it was actually demons who introduced Elrios' population to the science behind their creation. As you may have surmised, this is entirely because of Henir's danger; it will corrupt anything it touches.
As for the realms themselves, I cannot speak for the heavens — Empyrean is scientifically unknown to us — but the demon realm is inhabited by dark elves as well as demons, and if knowledge serves, they have their own functioning countries, sentient creatures, flora, et cetera et cetera. Would a demon scholar consider their world the material plane, then? It's difficult to say without speaking to one, huhu.
[Off to the left of this weird little 3D map he's made, Ebalon holds out a pointer finger to create a much smaller ball of light.]
This is the Serena Eterna. Where it lies in space relative to Elrios, I know not, and that is something I aim to figure out. Near this are other planes I've heard of... [Just. Adding a couple more larger balls of light near this.] And as for if Henir surrounds all of this, I have not been able to ascertain that either. That begs the question: Where does Henir end, and some other "filler" dimension begin?
...
Regardless, it seems the multiverse is much larger than what I had originally believed. Somehow, the Captain has access to all of these planes of existence and more, which is likely how we all ended up here — some type of magic that randomly pulls others from different worlds...
[He trails off there. Please tell him you absorbed all of that. As a side note, if Ayato tries to touch the magic, he'll find that the dark magic hurts, but that the lighter magic feels cool and pleasant.]