OOC commentary: One of the roleplays on the Citadel.
written in magic
Sliver had recognized the runes as those of our Order. The truth was that the inks that the Order used for its most secret documents were derived from old and lost magic inks. The inks were not written upon the page they were placed through mentally acuity and emotional will.
wMuch like any other spell the writer would have to have full control over his mental and physical ability. The experience was not entirely pleasant and the older inks such as this one often left the writer mentally drained, and physically ill. Whomever had prepared this part of the book had paid a heavy price to hide its information. The Order's private inks required much less physical expenditures and they were extended from a single mental force to be group friendly.
Wrack's book held no such modifications. Any who would wish to read it would need a certain level of physical connection with the writer. This additional cost Psycho believed could be found in the boy's blood. Once the book was paid it would be encouraged to share with it's self with the reader.
The pages would provide a vision into the life of the writer. More than a vision the book would fill the reader with personal memories of the writer, ripped straight from their head. Once the book became familiar with the reader or the writer the subsequent costs of using the book would be lightened to some degree.
Psycho realized he had been staring at the book for too long. 'The book you have is called a vision book. They are quite rare because of the cost to the writer. If this is your father's book there may be much about him that you did not know.'
'I only knew him as a farmer, not any sort of wizard.'
'I will require more time with your book before we can read what is written beyond your ink. I can assure you I will hold your book the highest level of respect for both you and your father. If my suspicions are correct this may hold some answers for you about his past.'
'I can tell you what it says on the cover Versel Turasjir Di Mitne Nakta It loosely translated to Greater Book of Candle's Keep. I can assure you it is no ordinary spell book.'
wMuch like any other spell the writer would have to have full control over his mental and physical ability. The experience was not entirely pleasant and the older inks such as this one often left the writer mentally drained, and physically ill. Whomever had prepared this part of the book had paid a heavy price to hide its information. The Order's private inks required much less physical expenditures and they were extended from a single mental force to be group friendly.
Wrack's book held no such modifications. Any who would wish to read it would need a certain level of physical connection with the writer. This additional cost Psycho believed could be found in the boy's blood. Once the book was paid it would be encouraged to share with it's self with the reader.
The pages would provide a vision into the life of the writer. More than a vision the book would fill the reader with personal memories of the writer, ripped straight from their head. Once the book became familiar with the reader or the writer the subsequent costs of using the book would be lightened to some degree.
Psycho realized he had been staring at the book for too long. 'The book you have is called a vision book. They are quite rare because of the cost to the writer. If this is your father's book there may be much about him that you did not know.'
'I only knew him as a farmer, not any sort of wizard.'
'I will require more time with your book before we can read what is written beyond your ink. I can assure you I will hold your book the highest level of respect for both you and your father. If my suspicions are correct this may hold some answers for you about his past.'
'I can tell you what it says on the cover Versel Turasjir Di Mitne Nakta It loosely translated to Greater Book of Candle's Keep. I can assure you it is no ordinary spell book.'
written in ink
Wrack explained to Psycho that the book had belonged to his father. It held incredible sentimental value and its was obvious that Wrack had given the book to few if no other people.
Psycho knew the book was no book of any farmer. Draconian was not only a very old language but a difficult one as well. The pages appeared to be made of fine parchment, and contained simple ink writing at the start of the book. The written words were a journal, that held little details about Beglos's true past. It contained records of the season's harvest and the price each crop received for the harvest. The notes were detailed but was ultimately banal.
After the farming records written on tear stained pages was what could only be Wrack's own writing. It dictated the horrors that the Kobolds inflicted upon the village. The pain that Wrack felt was evident on the pages, not just in his writing but because the book was magical.
Flipping past Wrack's personal information Psycho realized that there was indeed more to this book than first impressions would initially give off. The pages seemed infinite in number, each page of equivalent parchment quality, color and weight. Turning the page did not advance the reader through the book.Each page was at the very center of the book with no apparent numbering.
The pages beyond the handwritten journal was filled with runes that floated and changes on the page. These were the true reason they had brought him the book.
Psycho knew the book was no book of any farmer. Draconian was not only a very old language but a difficult one as well. The pages appeared to be made of fine parchment, and contained simple ink writing at the start of the book. The written words were a journal, that held little details about Beglos's true past. It contained records of the season's harvest and the price each crop received for the harvest. The notes were detailed but was ultimately banal.
After the farming records written on tear stained pages was what could only be Wrack's own writing. It dictated the horrors that the Kobolds inflicted upon the village. The pain that Wrack felt was evident on the pages, not just in his writing but because the book was magical.
Flipping past Wrack's personal information Psycho realized that there was indeed more to this book than first impressions would initially give off. The pages seemed infinite in number, each page of equivalent parchment quality, color and weight. Turning the page did not advance the reader through the book.Each page was at the very center of the book with no apparent numbering.
The pages beyond the handwritten journal was filled with runes that floated and changes on the page. These were the true reason they had brought him the book.
introductions to Wrack, and his book
Psycho had been expecting Sliver when she arrived, but when she entered Psycho could tell she was not alone. She had brought with her, someone that Psycho did not know. If the bug had brought him with her to Athkatla then he must be a strong candidate for membership. The city was a sacred and hidden place, the enchantments built into the city would assure Psycho that there the guest was unable to use illusionary magic. Many of the members had not been seen the walls of the city.
'Sliver, my most trusted Knight, a pleasure to see you as always.'
She held a red rose up and placed it upon the table next to Psycho. The two of them did not speak about the rose, as it was unspoken that they would have private matters to discuss after the guest.
Psycho walked over the the door, opened it and saw a human of no more than 25. His hair was cut short and although he was young life shown itself in his eyes and on his face. His Blue eyes were not just familiar they were nearly identical to two other men that Psycho knew. Purhaps there was more to this young man than any first impressions could provide. 'Please come in, there must be something important for Sliver to have brought you here.'
The young man nodded and produced a book as he stepped into the Library. The book was bound in brown leather with symbols that Psycho recognized as draconian.
'Sliver, my most trusted Knight, a pleasure to see you as always.'
She held a red rose up and placed it upon the table next to Psycho. The two of them did not speak about the rose, as it was unspoken that they would have private matters to discuss after the guest.
Psycho walked over the the door, opened it and saw a human of no more than 25. His hair was cut short and although he was young life shown itself in his eyes and on his face. His Blue eyes were not just familiar they were nearly identical to two other men that Psycho knew. Purhaps there was more to this young man than any first impressions could provide. 'Please come in, there must be something important for Sliver to have brought you here.'
The young man nodded and produced a book as he stepped into the Library. The book was bound in brown leather with symbols that Psycho recognized as draconian.
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