+The writings of Enmach are done with a superior slanted scrawl, evidence of many years of training and study. The ink is of a deep maroon color on loose papyrus paper, sandwiched between two leather bound panels. The entire bundle is held together with a silken cord of gold and is scented with lavender oil.+
Alas, I have gone forward with a misdeed that I only hope will not be discovered or if discovered, simply seen as advice. I sought out Sanria's location through payment to the Phaerimm, Ro'kta'k, in Myth Drannor. I can only be grateful that payment can be made to the mages in the form of magical artifacts. If Ro'kta'k were privy to the magic we hold in this castle, I am most certain we might find ourselves involved in a very large takeover attempt. This, however, is only a part of my transgression.
I alerted Orn to her whereabouts, though I did not tell him outright. I merely helped him to use his own knowledge of his discoveries to lead him to the correct conclusion. I may have then pushed him to know he was dealing with a very dangerous individual. I do fear harm has likely already befallen Sanria, and I fear that if she is once again pulled away in haste, there will be nothing more I can do to aid her.
Colin came to my room and spoke with me as well. I specifically warned Orn against telling him what was transpiring, but I did not divine that the message would come from Gilean. I tried to get him to realize that traveling in his mental state, with a distinct lack of magic was useless, but he did not seem to have interest in listening to my words. I fear for his safety as well, but I cannot involve myself beyond what I have already done.
Delsmach did approach the Celstial tribunal with the news of their wayward member, but the response was what I had anticipated. There was nothing to be done to him if he had not turned evil. Delsmach reported they seemed to take great distaste in receiving a visit from a Rilmani, and even greater distaste in that we were once again policing their race.
I can only hope our... *my* involvement does not lead to any larger catastrophes, as this situation Sanria has gotten herself into is dire. If this being has the chance to infiltrate her mind, there will be no turning back for her. She will fight to be with her captor and to remain eternally at his side. If he does manage to remove her from this plane - she is truly lost. May both our paths end with as little harm as possible.
Legacy II
Ror crossed his arms, a pair of goggles with darkened glasses on his face. From the first floor platform above the hangar he watched his assistants. A few hours earlier he had woken them up at the first rays of dawn and given them the instructions for a magical circle. By now they had drawn it on the floor of the hangar and Ror had just returned from breakfast with his fiancee. He watched them round off the last of the preparations. Wizards spent their entire lives, or even undead afterlives, to hog knowledge. It allowed them to accomplishing great feats of magic. But Ror was no wizard, he was a sage. And as he watched his assistants, he smirked.
At the edge of the circle large metal plates were raised, shielding off the liches standing behind them. If this was going to drain his wizardry helpers, then the Tripower's undead would feed them the energy they needed to stay alive. At the center of the magic circle was a container with four crystals in it. Two large growing green crystals, makou, the other two similar sized sapphires. All had been placed into a separate holder, makou across sapphire and placed inside the container. Ror signalled to start and the assistants took position in front of the plates, inside the circle. One by one they started spellcasting. Ror watched them move their arms and let the magic flow from one to the other by the help of the magic circle.
When they were synchronized, he signaled for them to start weaving the spell. Spidery words of magic came from their mouths in unisome and filled the air around the container. A harsh light flashed from the four objects inside the container, blinding to the naked eye, but Ror and his assistants wore goggles and the liches stood safely behind protective metal plates. Not a drop of sweat was made as the mages forcefully wove the four crystals together, then split them into two. The brilliant forms merged into two round balls, then quite suddenly spiked outward. Two identical, sharply pointed crystals took shape and when the light faded, Ror removed his goggles and asked, 'And?'
One of the liches stepped from behind the plates and walked over to the container. Opening it, the blue-white crystals inside could be seen. He took them out and fetched a magnifying device from his pocket, studying the both of them. Then, as he put the device away again, he stuck up his thumb to signal success. Ror smiled broadly. The first leg was complete, his assistants were alright, now for the next...
At the edge of the circle large metal plates were raised, shielding off the liches standing behind them. If this was going to drain his wizardry helpers, then the Tripower's undead would feed them the energy they needed to stay alive. At the center of the magic circle was a container with four crystals in it. Two large growing green crystals, makou, the other two similar sized sapphires. All had been placed into a separate holder, makou across sapphire and placed inside the container. Ror signalled to start and the assistants took position in front of the plates, inside the circle. One by one they started spellcasting. Ror watched them move their arms and let the magic flow from one to the other by the help of the magic circle.
When they were synchronized, he signaled for them to start weaving the spell. Spidery words of magic came from their mouths in unisome and filled the air around the container. A harsh light flashed from the four objects inside the container, blinding to the naked eye, but Ror and his assistants wore goggles and the liches stood safely behind protective metal plates. Not a drop of sweat was made as the mages forcefully wove the four crystals together, then split them into two. The brilliant forms merged into two round balls, then quite suddenly spiked outward. Two identical, sharply pointed crystals took shape and when the light faded, Ror removed his goggles and asked, 'And?'
One of the liches stepped from behind the plates and walked over to the container. Opening it, the blue-white crystals inside could be seen. He took them out and fetched a magnifying device from his pocket, studying the both of them. Then, as he put the device away again, he stuck up his thumb to signal success. Ror smiled broadly. The first leg was complete, his assistants were alright, now for the next...
Legacy I
It was past midnight, and a couple of hours away from dawn. In the laboratory of the Tripower, Ror was working. His assistants had gone to bed hours ago, but he was still busy. On the table were a various assortment of crystals. They were selected on colour and quality. Some were left in their natural state, others had been fractured and polished by a dwarf master craftsman from Torregiano. Wearing soft gloves and an eyepatch with a magnifying glass in it, Ror handled the crystals with great delicacy. On the table were two books. One spellbook, the other a copy of an old scientific journal. Its yellowing pages were a bit damaged, but otherwise in a good state. And more importantly, it was readable. Ror had retrieved the journal from the research archive, previously placed under Throm's authority. Now that Ror was a leader of the Tripower, the secrets of the research archive previously kept at bay, were now his to read and build upon. Throm was gone, but Ror felt like a fish in the water. He turned a page carefully and read the notes. In the back of his mind, he felt the presence of Aneh, dreaming something about bunnies and weddings. He smiled, turning his concentration back to the work at hand.
"I called the first half of the telepathy spell. Using a small, round sapphire, I placed it on a holder," read Ror. Next to it was scribbled in the sideline: Caution: use large gloves and goggles against harsh waves. He mulled and continued reading, "Next I used a glowing green crystal, which emanates harsh waves that are dangerous to the eyes. The following words I incantated as I forcefully wove the two crystals together."
Ror turned another page and before long he went to work...
"I called the first half of the telepathy spell. Using a small, round sapphire, I placed it on a holder," read Ror. Next to it was scribbled in the sideline: Caution: use large gloves and goggles against harsh waves. He mulled and continued reading, "Next I used a glowing green crystal, which emanates harsh waves that are dangerous to the eyes. The following words I incantated as I forcefully wove the two crystals together."
Ror turned another page and before long he went to work...
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