Taking a bite from the sandwich in his hand, Ror tapped the scroll in front of him on the table. The assistant sitting on the left of him was munching on a sandwich as well and nodded at Ror. A large table had been placed next to the magic circle. Ror and his assistants were having lunch and discussing the next step at the same time. The original spells from the journal had been copied over so the assistants each had their own version to study during lunch. The discussion regularly switched to cover other topics, all relating to the work that waited for them. In that regard, the scrolls were a great help. All Ror had to do, was ensure the discussion didn't derail. After a hour or two, the food was gone and most of the discussion had dried up. Ror clapped his hands and stood up, 'Alright people, let's get back to work. You know what to do.' He collected the copies from his assistants and counted them to make sure he had them all. In the meantime the liches had returned and carried the table and chairs away from the circle, while the assistants took up their position and talked through the final details.
This was it then, thought Ror as he returned to his platform. He adjusted his goggles, shoving them back down before his eyes with one hand, the other holding the scrolls. A curt nod to the signalling lich downstairs set the second leg in motion.
They weaved the spells in unisome. As Ror watched, an empowering spell and a spell to complete the motion of telepathy took shape within the circle around the two blue-white crystals created earlier. They were on display in individual holders, side by side. As the Weave was pulled around the crystals, power was instilled in them and a soft blue glow sunk down into them. On the foreheads of the mages drops of sweat started to form as a new spell was weaved: detection of thoughts. Their hand gestures were like a dance that build up magic and pulled the Weave with it. Combining it with another empower spell, the crystals glowed softly once again. As the fine tuning started, his assistants were visibly starting to tire. Fortunately the liches paid attention and replenished their mana. With renewed strength they carried on. They tweaked the weave around the crystals: plucking here and pushing there, they severed and retied certain threads. Until eventually the desired result was reached and they were done.
Shoving the goggles back up with the back of his hand, Ror watched the softly glowing crystals at the center of the magical circle from above. He smirked, 'Alright, well done people! Time for a rest, and then a test...'
Guidance and Attrition
+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.
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...
Library II
The pace of steady footsteps came at a halt before the desk of the librarian. She turned around and saw it was Ror. Of course it was Ror. The man practically lived here the past year. She raised her eyebrow at him, 'Yes?' she asked out of sense of duty, 'What will it be this time?' He chuckled and placed a book on the desk, 'There,' he said, his fingers resting with the tips on the cover of the book, 'I'm done.' He shoved the book toward her, then let go of it. She blinked at him, before asking rather puzzled, 'Done?' Ror nodded, 'Done done.' His eyes were serious, but there was a mischievous twinkle of pleasure in them. It was not about this book, was it? He smirked and then it dawned on her what he was referring to. She glanced away from Ror to the many shelves and bookcases towering behind him row after row, room after room. 'All.... All... Done?' she asked. He nodded slowly, but firmly, crossing his arms now. She looked at him with an open mouth and stuttered from shock, 'That... That... Impossible... How... Can you... You.... How?' He smirked even more, leaned forward and said, 'It's a secret.' He winked at her, then turned and walked away. 'But... But... You didn't even finish your training yet!?' Ignoring her, he kept on walking to the exit of the Tripower library. 'Ror? Ror? Come back here, dammit! Ror?! ROR! ROR, THIS IS THE LARGEST LIBRARY IN THE GREAT REALMS??! ROR!?!?!' The retreating figure of Ror Surion was laughing as he exited.
Advisory Role Only
+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.+
I can't claim that I was surprised by the summons from Sanria's son. In fact, had he not reached out to me, I would have been much more shocked. As it was, he was in her office, appearing quite perturbed at her disappearance.
Through our conversation, it became clear that a Celestial was to blame, a situation that causes extreme concern simply because they are a race most vexed by our involvement. Celestials are of a very strong opinion that evil is to be eradicated at all costs, while we Rilmani strive to maintain balance, which necessarily means we keep certain aspects of evil alive and well. This kidnapping by a member of that race is vile in that Celestials involving themselves so thoroughly with a member of the human race has rarely led to good things. In the last case I recall, when the human failed to gain entry through petition, the human was destroyed as a false witness and the Celestial excommunicated. From all Orn has said, this particular being sounds doubly unstable.
I sent Delsmach to Elysium in the hopes of gaining audience with the Celestial tribunal to bring the issue before them, however, knowing the tensions between our people, it is doubtful the leaders will do anything.
The only thing that has set my being on edge is having to tell Orn that I could not involve myself in the hunt for his mother. Even Sanria has faced our obstinacy, but the young boy did not seem to comprehend deeply just how resolute our people must be. Fenlauch lauded my immovability, but I cannot help but feel I am letting my good friend down. As much as I've tried to keep my role in sight, I have grown quite fond of Sanria and her wayward soul... I suppose in a way, she's given me more purpose to do what I am meant to do than any Rilmani ever has.
I know that I could find Sanria's location, but to disclose such knowledge would involved the Rilmani in situations of the mortals of the material plane, and in matters of Celestial business. I would endanger our purpose here, and at most, all we do is guide our small band of human guests. I feel a great sorrow over this matter.
I only hope Delsmach is successful, and that the Keepers are also able to find their own. I will attempt to hold my heart and mind steady and calm. Fortitude and steadfastness are the hallmarks of our kind, as well as balance, and loyalty to the pledge we've made in coming here. Watch for imbalance, partial to none, silent but for the heaviest of blows.
I can't claim that I was surprised by the summons from Sanria's son. In fact, had he not reached out to me, I would have been much more shocked. As it was, he was in her office, appearing quite perturbed at her disappearance.
Through our conversation, it became clear that a Celestial was to blame, a situation that causes extreme concern simply because they are a race most vexed by our involvement. Celestials are of a very strong opinion that evil is to be eradicated at all costs, while we Rilmani strive to maintain balance, which necessarily means we keep certain aspects of evil alive and well. This kidnapping by a member of that race is vile in that Celestials involving themselves so thoroughly with a member of the human race has rarely led to good things. In the last case I recall, when the human failed to gain entry through petition, the human was destroyed as a false witness and the Celestial excommunicated. From all Orn has said, this particular being sounds doubly unstable.
I sent Delsmach to Elysium in the hopes of gaining audience with the Celestial tribunal to bring the issue before them, however, knowing the tensions between our people, it is doubtful the leaders will do anything.
The only thing that has set my being on edge is having to tell Orn that I could not involve myself in the hunt for his mother. Even Sanria has faced our obstinacy, but the young boy did not seem to comprehend deeply just how resolute our people must be. Fenlauch lauded my immovability, but I cannot help but feel I am letting my good friend down. As much as I've tried to keep my role in sight, I have grown quite fond of Sanria and her wayward soul... I suppose in a way, she's given me more purpose to do what I am meant to do than any Rilmani ever has.
I know that I could find Sanria's location, but to disclose such knowledge would involved the Rilmani in situations of the mortals of the material plane, and in matters of Celestial business. I would endanger our purpose here, and at most, all we do is guide our small band of human guests. I feel a great sorrow over this matter.
I only hope Delsmach is successful, and that the Keepers are also able to find their own. I will attempt to hold my heart and mind steady and calm. Fortitude and steadfastness are the hallmarks of our kind, as well as balance, and loyalty to the pledge we've made in coming here. Watch for imbalance, partial to none, silent but for the heaviest of blows.
An Unexpected Visit
Colin jumped a bit as the door chime rang clearly through his home built into the beautiful cavern. He looked up from oiling his armor at the dining table and the briefest moment of panic washed over him. (It's him. The man. Somehow he's found me. He's come to...) Colin took in a breath and tried to push the thoughts away. They had grown to almost overwhelm him once before and he didn't plan on letting that happen again.
He rose from the table and approached the door. 'Who is it?' Colin asked with a voice that he hoped didn't betray the fear in him.
It was a moment before the muffled reply came. 'It's me. Gilean.'
Colin's fear was quickly replaced by a mixture of nervousness and jealousy as he wiped his hands on a clean rag at his belt. Had Sanria told him? Did he know? He took a breath to steady himself and opened the door.
'Gilean,' Colin said with more surprise than he intended, 'please... come in.'
As Gilean slowly shuffled into the house it wasn't at all the demeanor Colin was expecting. He expected anger, accusations, maybe even a fight. After all, why else would Gilean be here if she hadn't told him? If he didn't know? Colin finally wrapped his head around it. He didn't know.
Gilean turned to look at Colin with an expression both humbled and filled with worry, bordering on desperation. 'Colin. I'm sorry if this is a bad time.
Colin caught Gilean's gaze and felt instant dread. 'Gilean. What is it? What's happened?'
'He... he took her. My cousin took her.'
He rose from the table and approached the door. 'Who is it?' Colin asked with a voice that he hoped didn't betray the fear in him.
It was a moment before the muffled reply came. 'It's me. Gilean.'
Colin's fear was quickly replaced by a mixture of nervousness and jealousy as he wiped his hands on a clean rag at his belt. Had Sanria told him? Did he know? He took a breath to steady himself and opened the door.
'Gilean,' Colin said with more surprise than he intended, 'please... come in.'
As Gilean slowly shuffled into the house it wasn't at all the demeanor Colin was expecting. He expected anger, accusations, maybe even a fight. After all, why else would Gilean be here if she hadn't told him? If he didn't know? Colin finally wrapped his head around it. He didn't know.
Gilean turned to look at Colin with an expression both humbled and filled with worry, bordering on desperation. 'Colin. I'm sorry if this is a bad time.
Colin caught Gilean's gaze and felt instant dread. 'Gilean. What is it? What's happened?'
'He... he took her. My cousin took her.'
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