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He stood at one of his bookcases, his fingers sliding over the spines of the books as he thinks of the words of his priests. He had requested more of them lately, only to be informed that they had reached the edge of their powers. This bothered him as he thought back on the words of his Uncle.. words he also learned from Eisheth, telling of the fact thi had always been the extent of those powers. He began to pace his library as his hand moves to stroke his chin lightly, his voice soft, "I wonder.. has noone tried sacrafices sufficent to the gods to ask for more of their divine gifts, for more of their help."

He sighed as he came by his desk, lifting up the reports on it and leafing through them as he finds mention of these small men.. stealing from his treasurey.. not just a few coins either but a very large amount. A soft growl passed from him as he started walking back and forth faster now, racking his mind for ideas as he blinks and then smiles. He rang for one of his servants and spoke, "Gather the dragons and the serfs.. gather them and go after these men who steal my gold. Catch the men and put them in a large put, prehaps they will of some service in my plan, a sacrafice to Darden.. I sense they have some magic after all.. prehaps they will be considered magically delicious." He nodded slightly to himself after that before he began to head towards his tower steps once more.

A laugh passed from his lips as he made it to his scrying chamber, his hand passing over the water as he began to chant, watching the water swirl until he looked over Tonin as a whole. He smiled before he began to speak, his voice reaching across all the land as he sought assistance from others now, prehaps the research of others could help him. "To the people of Tonin.. I have learned that long have our priests been limited in their work. I see the help of those of you who practice the ways of magic, come to my lands, all shall be at peace for those who come in peace, prehaps together we can find a way to call upon the powers of the Gods or maginfy that which they already give us. Come to the lands of Calix, together we shall find our strength and make it better."


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crusader sat in his study, pouring over some old volumes of lore, and some ancient parchment, written on human skin, so old that in most spots, the Ink could not be read.

What is this I feel?

He thought to himself, as he heard it. He sat back and meditated, and as can often happen when someone else is looking to be reached, a door opened in his mind, and he flew through it to where Calix was sitting. He watched the sorcerer going about his work before returning to himself.

I must go to him. Perhaps together we stand a better chance of appeasing the gods, and allowing them to give us more power.

Crusader mounted his steed, and rode off into the darkness. Heading towards Calix, using a sense not found in ordinary men to guide his way. He was worried about intra-faith conflict, but Calix had given his word. And a word amongst priest was a spoken bond, sewn by honor that could not be broken.

He rode allngiht and throughout the day,a nd at last he found the other sorcerer.

My liege, I have come to aide you and ive you any assistance I can. We must seek more of the god's powers.


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The words reached the red lands of the desert where sands the colour of blood stretched in all directions, always hungry, desiring to over-run the green lands till only the sands remained. They echoed about the seemingly desolute place where life was a precious thing, forever hovering just outside the clutches of death. But the people of that place, hardy and resolute in their faith, did not pay them heed, ignoring the words and listening instead to the howls of the desert winds. After all what need had they of greater magic? These were the people of Ebony, the Vision-Seeker, they took what their Lord gave to them and asked for no more, appreciating the precarious nture of their existances. To ask more of the God was heresy to their ears, Darden gave them what they needed and no more. If there was hardship then so be it, it was the will of their Lord, it was a test of them by Him that sought to seperate the weak from the strong.

And so the words went unheard in the desert...unheard save by one.

The sorceress looked up from her work, the half-finished scroll before her forgotten for the moment as she listened. Her expression remained emotionless, her face an unreadable mask though perhaps if any had been there to look closely enough they might have detected a hint of sadness in her grey eyes but even that had vanished in her next blink. The Sidhe woman had learnt long ago not show what she felt inside, not to reveal the pain within her heart for fear that it was too much of a weakness to be shown to the outside world.

Slowly she rose to her feet, the scroll falling to the floor like the giant feather of some long dead bird. So one seeks to increase the powers given to them by the squabbling children of the heavens, if there was any amusement in her voice then it was well-hidden. A smile curled her lips, though the there was no true feeling behind it, This maybe something worth the seeing.

...And why would that be sorceress?...the dry, mocking voice of Lossandrea echoed through her thoughts. ...You should be more careful...or else you'll be no better than me...how would you enjoy being imprisoned in another's flesh?...as I am within you...reviled and hated by those who do not understand you...

Lyssia ignored the shadow soul's taunting, knowing better than to delight it by replying. There was no winning with that creature, it would twist and turn her words to use for its own end, trying to bring her to the very depths of despair. And the Sidhe was not about to give Lossandrea what she wanted, not now, not ever. If she ever did that she would owe the world a debt that she could never hope to repay in a thousand of her long-lived race's livetimes.

Instead the sorceress stole away from the deseert settlement, saddling a sure-footed horse and pointing its head in the direction from which the words had come. Let us see this Calix, the one who would petition the Gods for more power, let us see the lengths that he will reach for power that was not meant for mortal hands. As if the words had been addressed to her mount, the horse stopped its uneasy prancing and leapt forward, moving from a trot to a canter in the blink of an eye. Distance meant little, it would soon be eaten up by the pounding hooves of her horse, soon enough she would find her way to the realm of the one named Calix. And then?

And then we shall see what we shall see.

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There Calix stood upon the battlements... awaiting the arrival of the first two.. hopefully the ranks would swell quickly enough as he nodded his head slightly to himself before looking to the Head Stewart he spoke softly, "Ready two rooms, the first of my guests will be arriving soon." After seeing the stewart head out to do as ordered he smiled a little bit. He had started to get discouraged, having had no answers at first.

Hours later he saw the approach of the first to come to his lands... the follower of another god but that meant little at this stage as he signalled to the guards to open the gates and allow the man entrance as he headed down the stairs to meet Crusader. "Greetings to you, and welcome to my Lands. Be at peace, and set your worries aside, for now we work to bring ourselves more power... after all we have to find some way to offset those people that go around waving swords and threatening to stab us," that last was said with a grin as he pats Crusader on the back, before he continues his words, "I will escort you to the library shortly so we might begin our work.. but first we must meet with another who is coming.. she should be here shortly."


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Crusader smiled and extended his hand.

I come in peace in the name of Darden. Lets us see if we can earn the respect of our gods, so they may grant us with more defense against the soldiers of the world.

Crusader turned and looked out across the lands, sensing another approaching, as Calix had said. Feeling out with his mind he noted this one came with the same god as he, and this made him smile. Darden's chosen will surely back such and undertaken.

Like i have said previously, I come in the name of Darden, good host. And the one who approaches still, she also comes with Darden. May I ask, respectfully, to which faith you belong?


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The beating of the horse's hooves against the oad had become a relentless tattoo, an endless rhythm that seemed as though it might never end. She let all thoughts disappear, thinking of nothing, not of the road ahead nor of the path behind, banishing fears and worries that would otherwise have distracted her. Lyssia had no need to be troubled by them now, such things had played upon her mind for ages untold, now perhaps for a time she could be free of them. The worries would be there when she returned to her thoughts, they were always there, just waiting for her to falter and fall. So instead she thought of nothing, listening to the sound of her mount till it seemed to be the only thing that existed.

Sunlight was no more, the brilliant orb put out...

The moons fell into the oceans, no more were they to be mirrors of their brethern's light...

The whole world had been swallowed up in darkness and all that remained was a rider and horse, a pair always heading onwards...

A destination that would never be reached...

An eternal path...


Lyssia shook herself back to wakefulness, the empty images vanishing as quickly as they had come, leaving her feeling strangely empty. How long had she ridden? She couldn't tell, there was not even a trace of the western mountains that bordered the Vision-Seeker's lands. Pulling back on the reins, she bought the horse to a complete stop, sitting up straight in the saddle so that she could regard the land for a moment.

Nothing moved out there save for when the winds ran through the foliage of trees and bushes. No animal peeked its head out, no bird sang its melody in the hopes of finding a mate with which to build a nest and bring forth another generation. All was silent, all was still, all was...untouched. Yes, that's it, the sorceress muttered to herself, a faint smile gracing her lips. Untouched by it all, pure, untainted, unsullied, though it'll not remain that way for long. No it would not be long at all before some lord or lady claimed this small place for their own, disturbing the peace of it, dragging it into the skeletal reach of death and war. But for now let it enjoy it's peace, let it bask in the light and know nothing of the outside world, let it think that this time ill last forever.

Empty lands such as she saw were not so difficult to find at an new age's beginning, while the guilds were kept small and were glad of whatever lands the churches deigned to give them. But soon expansion would increase, borders pushed far back and into regions such as these, all for the glory of whatever god-ling the noble in question chose to follow. The Sidhe woman looked away from the lands, wishing, wondering, her true desires hidden so deeply within her that perhaps even she could not see them.

Finally she grabbed the horse's reins again, setting the beast to toss its head and whinney nervously as it tried to turn away from where ever its fae mistress wished to go. By your true name Pherorodwen, by your true name, she muttered through gritted teeth, forcing the frightened creature to her will. The horse relented it seemed, becoming oddly docile in moments at her voice, though the whites of its eyes clearly showed and its chest heaved with quick breaths.

It was not long before the pair found themselves before the gates of a realm that proclaimed itself as that lead by Calix. The Sidhe woman caught the eye of the nearest guard, her face once more an impassive mask, Tell your master that Lyssia of the Sidhe waits at his gates, I think you'll find he has expected my arrival.

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Listens to Crusader quietly before he blinks and sighs, shaking his head for a moment before he speaks, "Remind me on a later date if you would to have my spies flogge... they reported you were of another faith then Darden. As for which God do I follow.. I make use of Darden's powers, but that is as far as my loyalty to any of the gods run. They seem like a bunch of children squabbling over a pretty bauble so could honestly care less if they stay aroud or pop out of existence." Smiles widely at the end of that sentance as a guard comes up to him and whispers to him for a moment before Calix nods and looks over to Crusader once more, "If you'll excuse me, another has arrived.. I will meet with you shortly after I get her to take the both of you to the libarary."

His peace said he turned and walked back towards the gate, signalling for them to be opened as he spoke softly upon seeingthe arrival.. studying her quietly a moment before bowing slightly, "Greetings, and welcome to my lands. Be at peace for that is what I have sworn to provide those who assist me in my research. If you will dismount and followme I will lead you to the library where we may begin out work, there is another waiting not far from here also waiting to be escorted. Oh yes, I am alix.. and this... this would be my fate."


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I thank you for your welcome Lord Calix, the sorceress replied evenly, her grey eyes studying him closely. What manner of man was it that thought to gain greater powers from the Gods? That was the question that flitted about her mind as she looked upon her host, it would remain unanswered for now but perhaps before she left here Lyssia would find an answer that satisfied her. Those that she had come across before had seemed happy enough with what their chosen deity had seen fit to give them. They had asked for no more than what they were given, perhaps afraid that their patron would withdraw all aid if Their worshippers seemed to grow too greedy. That worry alone seemed to keep most in their place when it came to matters of religious power. But this one, this Calix, was daring enough to wish for more, and beyond that to search out a way to get more. Would he accomplish his aim? Or would the time come when he would look back and wish that he had remained happy with what he had now?

Being of the Sidhe Lyssia had no need to beg for power from any of the Gods, magic flowed through her veins in the form of the Art. Though they were a dying race, the Sidhe Art had lost none of its strength, it would forever be a part of them till the last found the peace and solace of death. In a long-dead world the Sidhe had been the leaders of many realms, weaving their magic as easily as a strong warrior might wield his sword. But matters had changed and the Sidhe were growing fewer and fewer in the lands, some dying, some withdrawing from the isles and others simply disappearing, never to be heard from again. Yes for all their much-vaulted magical ability the Sidhe were dwindling and disappearing, not even their Art could save them from that fate.

Lyssia dismounted, holding tightly to the reins of her apparently tempermental horse, who nervously stamped upon the ground. She passed the reins to a sabble-lad who looked up at the desert horse as though he thought it might immediately try to run away with him. But as soon as the reins left the pale hands of the Sidhe woman the horse's mood changed, it became docile and calm. The horse nudged the boy's hands gently as if seeking some treat that it thought he might be holding for it. The sorceress paid no apparent attention to the horse's behaviour, seemingly uninterested in how her mount had gone from wild-eyed fear to placid calm in mere seconds.

Gathering her thick blue cloak about her, the sorceress walked towards Calix, nodding her head in greeting to him. I am most interested in how you think you can gain more power from the Gods, though I must admit that I think this task will remained unfinished. The Gods are jealous of Their power just as they are jealous over Their followers and the lands claimed in Their lands. I do not think that They will be willing to share any more of it than They already do with the mortal creatures of this world. Her words were spoken calmly and in a matter-of-fact voice as if she was speaking about the state of this year's crops rather than matters of magical importance.

A strand of her deep purple hair worked its way loose of her cloak's hood, whipping in the wind till it seemed like the tendril had a mind of its own. Lyssia pushed back her hood, letting more of her hair jump at the breeze's touch. But by doing so it could be seen that there she wore a circlet of twisted silver and black metal about her brow. It was a rare piece of jewellry with no apparent beginning or end, no obvious clue as to how it had been formed. The silver was unblemished and pure, smoothed and without snag, while the blackened metal seemed more crude, almost as though it had been unfinished in comparson to the silver that it seemed to struggle with. but perhaps the strangest thing of all was the the circlet did not move at all, as though it were almost a part of her very flesh.

Well lead on, m'lord, I am eager to see how you plan to wrestle more power from the greedy hands of the Gods, she said softly, one hand playing with a criss-cross mess of silvery scars at her throat.

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OOC: Feels like kicking his own ass, Calix your scouts were right, I dont know how, but I managed to mix up my guilds and my maxim characters, Everyplace you see Darden in my posts, replace it with Isonia, my bad, lol :roll:

Stands in the hall by himself, whilst he waits, and ponders.
How could this Calix fellow dare hope to take more power from the gods? Have they not given enough, and what urge would they, to give us more? We squabble like children over the land they gave us. Why would they give us more power with which to slaughter each other? What does this Calix fellow have in mind.....for Isonia's sake...one must be wise above all else.


Crusader stepped to the side as a squire ran past him, hurrying to finish whatever duty was laid upon him.

I must keep my eyes open and my wit sharp. If we take this too far and we anger the gods, they will make us regret our greed.

Crusader grasped the small token around his neck, and said a small prayer for peace out loud.

"May the gods take mercy upon our souls...."


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Chuckles slightly at the woman's words as he speaks, "Who said anything about asking them for it.." Winks to her as he walks on and smiles upon sight of Crusader and gestures to him, speaking loud enough for the both of them to hear him, "Now if you will follow me, will take you to the libarary where we can begin our work.. my apprentice Dulant shall be assisting us as well but..." stops short as he comes to a sudden halt, looking distant for a moment before he shakes his head and slides the flute he carries within his robes out, moving faster to the libarary, expecting the other two to follow. Upon reaching a set of large doors he opened them a young boy no more than sixteen sitting before a pool of water looks upon hearing those doors open and Calix speaks again, "Madame.. Sir, this is my apprentice Dulant.. I must apologize but ties quite strong to me are calling for me. I must make a departure from you.. I am sorry but Dulant knows my work, he will help you as best he can... A warning.. do not leave these lands, invite others here please ask their help, I warn you not to leave as I am setting up wards shortly to keep.. a sickness from reaching you here." That said he begins to play that flute.. his fingers moving fast over the cool metal, a matter of urgency in his eyes as he breathes deep.. at the end of the song that is a slight glittering in the room and then it is gone as Calix tosses the flute to Dulant, turns and walks out.. removing the weapons belt around his waist as he does so and shaking his head, cursing low.


Dulant however blinked a few times.. clearly confused before he spoke quickly.. hoping the guests dont leave, "Please come over here... there are many books here as to how to siphon power away from strong sources... they might have the answers needed to strengthen our priests powers."

OOC: ell, Calix is required in The Yellow Wasting, as such I will be posting as my alt Dulant here to keep the work going. Thank you.


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Follows Calix to the library, and is a little started upon seeing the young man before him. He waits pateintly as Calix introduces the young man Dulant to him and lyssia. THen he smiles and extends a hand

Greetings master Dulant, I trust you will be of much help in our study, and I look forward to perusing these books for the info we are looking for.

He glanced back over at Lyssia, who seemed to have an everlasting pensive look about her, almost as if she had misgivens of this endeavour.

Master Dulant, if you don't mind, I will take my leave, and start some research. Could you perhaps have a copy of The Desideria? I have been told many good things....


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(OOC:No problem Calix, I'm having fun here and I'm sure that your alt and th rest of us can keep going.)


Who said anything about asking them for it? Calix's words played on her mind drawing her attention back to them time and again as a flame does a moth. This did not sit well with her, no matter what angle she examined the suggestion from it still seemed to promise a foul end to these proceedings. She had come here to do no more than observe what would happen and yet now she felt as though she was getting swept away by the madness of the plan. Somehow the Sidhe woman felt as though she would be watching over the events that led to all their ends.

It was no secret in the isle that Lyssia had no love for the Gods, that even while her armies had taken lands in the name of Foret so many ages ago the lady herself had forbidden all worship in her realm. Oh yes even back then people had known that the sorceress would have been willing to trade her very soul to bring down the Heavens, or at the very least the grey God Himself. And looking back on events Lyssia had to wonder if she had said such things too hastily, in front of ears that were only too willing to accept what she offered. That was not to say that she learned to care for Foret, no if anything her hatred of Him had only grown greater through the ages as her pain and bitterness had festered within her heart. But in some ways it seemed that she had traded away her soul for now Darden held it thrice in debt to Him by His trickery.

There were rumours in the lands, rumours of what had happened to Lyssia's city of Gyppeswyk, that same city where she had outlawed the very religion that they fought for. Some said that Foret had grown angry at the Sidhe's continued defiance and had sent a great storm to destroy it. Others claimed that the sorceress herself had destroyed it in a fit of madness, summoning her Art to rip it stone from stone. Still more believed that nothing more unusual than a war had reduced the fae city to rubble. But on one thing all agreed, none of the people of that once fair realm had lived to tell the tale of their home's downfall. Even to this very age not one soul had been found to tell its story, and not one adventurer who had attempted to find their way to the ruins had ever laid eyes upon it.

The ruined city of Gyppeswyk was no more than a mystery, fading into the tapestry of legend even as its lonely ghosts still wandered.

Lyssia nodded as Calix excused himself, matters of some importance called him away it seemed. And as he spoke of a sickness was there a look of pain in her eyes? A look that spoke of a wound deep within her soul that had never quite healed? What memory had the word 'sickness' triggered within the sorceress? Ah there were few left in the lands who knew the truth of that, and fewer still who she would have spoken of it with.

She turned her attention to the library's treasures, to the rows upon rows of books that lined its walls. Once I had a library such as this, filled with the stories of heros and villians past and present, she muttered, seeming not to notice the presence of Dulant and Crusader. But it's all gone now, there's not even the ashes left to sift through, just blackened stone by the cliff's edge. She ran once hand along the spines of the books, pausing here and there to read a title or smile wanly at an author's name. But not once did Lyssia pick up one of the books, not once did she take one down from its shelf and open it to gaze at the words within.

Suddenly she turned to face Crusader and Dulant, her eyes sharp as if she was trying to look within their very soul. This is a fool's venture, it will be the ruin of all, her words were clipped and quick, though there was no trace of anger in her expression, just a soft touch of sadness. You can take no more power from the Gods than They are willing to give, that is the way it has always been and the way it shall always be. The priests of each religion are given their portion of power, fueled by the faith of those that they watch over. They are given the ability to increase the productivity of a realm, to protect it and to summon destructive forces to set against their enemies. If the will is there they can make their lord's forces seem far greater than they really are, decieving the senses of those who would spy upon them. Why do they need more? What more does your master seek to gain?

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Crusader stared back at Lyssia, noting once again the misgiving in her eyes. He knew that there was obviously more to this woman than a scowl.

I have noted your misgivings before, Madam Lyssia, and your words speak much truth. I too fear tempting to gods of their power.

Crusader then picked a dusty book off of the shelf, and flipped it open, looking at the text within Ahh, ancient! What a find.he noted. I should glance through this tome some time in the future.

He then turned back towards lyssia, and faced her.

And you lyssia, where are you from? And where perhaps do you think we should start?


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Dulant stands their.. still puzzled at his Master's departure but he does happen to be polite enough to listen to the words of the guests and fellow researchers. He considers the first question from Crusader even as he slips that flute away from sight as he moves towards one of the truly large bookshelves and scrambles up it to grab a book and then drops back down to offer Crusader the book, "Here you go Sir, the Desidera.. we have quite a few books, we should be able to provide any you need." He then listens to Lyssia before he considers a moment, the teachings of his Master coming into play as he speaks, "My Master nor I believe this to be the venture of a fool. What prize is worth having if there is not a risk. How do you know that the God's are just not waiting for mortals of our own daring to come and make use of their magic. I believe this entire quest while dangerous to have a purpose... a way of proving outselves responsiable enough for the powers of the Gods." Bows his head as he finishes his speech, and then looks about for a few moments before he moves to get a book from the shelves and opens it and begins to read, waiting for the next line of questions.


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I think that misgivings are wise in this venture, though I would gladly see Them tore from Their high thrones, still I know that the power They weild is far beyond that of mortal flesh. Especially whenit is mortal flesh, or rather the worship of mortals, that give Them Their power. Or at least that is what I have always been taught to believe, She could picture her mentor, the old Sidhe Ginaus, telling her such things. Ah the old man had had faith but still even he had known that the Gods would fall to dust and nothingness if They ever lost the belief of the men and women of the world. The thought of Ginaus made her smile and for once it was not tinged with sadness or regret, it was just a smile as the memory of him gladdened her heart.

It felt good to remember her white-haired teacher, to know in some way that no matter what had happened to him still he was with her. For an instant Lyssia would almost have sworn that she heard the whisper of his chuckling on the air, the brush of his hand along her dark purple hair. It was all a dream, no more than a fancy, a trick of her imagination, and yet it managed to give her some comfort nonetheless. She wished that she knew he was still safely at the Sanctuary, but that could not be, Ginaus had wandered off into the lands and had not been heard from since.

The sorceress pushed her memories away, knowing that even though they made her happy they would only distract her from what was happening in the room around her. Where do I come from?, she repeated Crusader's question, a hint of a dark smile tracing itself across her lips. I come from a dead realm and from before that a dead world. She shook her head and look away, banishing the ill humour that had come upon her so suddenly at the question of her origin. Excuse my odd speech good gentlemen, the Sidhe said softly, The events of my life have been strange and have shaped my mind accordingly. In truth I suppose that I must say that I currently come from the lands of the red desert where Darden's blind Vision-Seeker rules in His name. Though it was not always that way but my past contains too many burnt brudges to think on for too long.

As for Crusader's second question, Lyssia thought upon her answer. What should she say to him? How would any go about starting to increase the power weilded by their priests? Where to start? Where to start?, she mumbled under her breath. I came here to do no more than observe and now you wish to know where I believe you should start? Start with faith if you must start at all. If it is faith that fuels your priests powers and faith that keeps the Gods in the Heavens, then surely it is the key to it all? Or perhaps not. Perhaps the key to it all is beyond the ken of creatures of flesh and blood.

What prize is worth having if there is not a risk.

Oh indeed, Lyssia replied to Dulant, Risk and prize go hand in hand, what is one without the other? Perhaps the Gods truly are waiting merely for Their worshippers to ask before They grant more strength to them, but I fear that it is not the case. The Gods are jealous creatures, and They guard what They believe to be Theirs with a passion and fury that you and I could not comprehend. If They cannot peacefully share the faith of the world with one another, why would They even think to share more of Their power with creatures that They believe are so inferior to Them?

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*Feels a tug inside himself at Lyssia's words. He could tell this Sidhe woman had seen her share of hardships. He thought her words over, rolled them around inside his head. This woman had seen her fair share of the world, and like most, she had learned much, cause if nothing else, experience makes one wise. The words she had spoken tumbled around inside his mind, he looked for the beacon of light that he may find.

Observer you say? Well it is my experience that those who observe without being touched by the emotion that participation brings tend to have a clearer viewpoint. I wonder if your words have already given us a clue?

Crusader mused again, still holding the book in his hands, by Isonia's word what had she said that stuck in his mind.....then it was there.

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the power They weild is far beyond that of mortal flesh. Especially whenit is mortal flesh, or rather the worship of mortals, that give Them Their power.


That's it....perhaps. Maybe we should search for the origin of magic? How it came into the world. Perhaps we could repeat the process but with more zeal than our ancestors? It may be a start if nothing else. Master Dulant, I reccomend we search for an ancient book, information in this venture is our strongest ally. How did our ancestors come about magic? Did any hardships befall them because of this?

He then turned back to the lady Lyssia

And you MiLady, what say you? You seem to have seen a good many things, perhaps observation may not be your only forté in this venture, foolhardy or not, we may be able to prove our strength to the gods, and show them that our fate does not rest in their hands, but perhaps it may be the other way around.


Mon Mar 24, 2003 7:05 am
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Crusader's zeal made her smile, his eagerness for the task at hand seemed almost infectious, awakening old memories and old emotions that she had long since thought turned to dust within her. But at the same time it made her feel old, the weightof her years pressing keenly down upon her mind. The memories no longer seemed real, the emotions, though they had once been hers, felt as much a part of her as another soul's hand. She could see them in her mind's eye so clearly, but the barrier of ages seemed to slam down and forever keep her from them, a forbiding presence that told her she could never turn to them. Past and present divided, she could never return to the woman she had once been, doomed only to be the woman that she had become.

There had been a time when the world had appeared to be an innocent place to her, though perhaps as she thought back upon it, it had been her that was the innocent. But as ages past and swept her up in the eternal struggle of God against God and guild against guild that innocence within her soul had died. She couldn't point to any particular event or occurance say declare that that was the time when it had died, that was the moment when the world grew dark to her eyes. No there had not been one terrible earth-shattering moment, just a series of events that had dragged her further and further down into the abyss of despair that she wallowed in.

If any had known of the thoughts that paraded themselves across the Sidhe's mind no doubt they would have laughed, declaring her a fool. After all she looked young, no more than twenty-five summers at most, how could she be crushed by the weight of so few ages? But the Sidhe race was a long-lived one, one that could wait out years with the patience of one who watches minutes pass. Only her grey eyes told the truth of her age, offering a window into the broken soul of the sorceress. Oh yes she had seen more ages than any human woman, and more often than not she counted her race's long life as a curse rather than a blessing.

She sat down slowly, like an old woman who feels the first bite of winter's chill in her joints. The origins of magic? Now there is a knot of a story to try and untangle, the Sidhe woman said, brushing out the creases of her robes absent-mindedly. Many are the tales of how magic first entered the world, but which is true and which is false? None of us were there the first time that such power was used and I would not trust too much to dusty tomes and the words scribbled within. After all such words may have been written to suit the author at the time, pay heed to their words indeed, but take it all with a pinch of salt.

Her eyes became distant, as if her gaze were fixed not upon the library before her but rather upon another scene far away. She rested her hands in her lap, seemingly enraptured by whatever she imagined she saw in the distance. Then suddenly she looked down, smiling once more, My people believed that we were born with magic, from the moment that we were formed and set upon the dead world it was ours to command. Of course I do not speak of the same magic that priests weild and set against other realms, but rather I speak of the Sidhe Art. It's magic is within our very blood, it is a part of us, from birth to death we cannot escape it. That is what the Sidhe believe, but what of your people m'lords? What do your people believe is the origin of magic in the lands? Lyssia let her gaze dance from Crusader to Dulant and back again, wondering what tale they might spin of the first magic.

The sorceress let her eyes rest a moment longer upon Crusader, curiousity welling up within her. You follow Isonia good sir? I must wonder then, why are you aiding the Lord Calix here? Do you not fear that if success is achieved in this venture that he will not turn it against you and your faithmates before you get the chance to defend against it? Or that I might do the same?

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Sits and stares at the Sidhe quite blankly, rolling his answer to her questions over in his head.

I was assured good lady, that my protection was guaranteed. And I believe in honor and respect between me and my fellow sorcerers....And as for having the power turned against me...what if it is not offensive power we gain? What if perhaps it is defensive....then we could all benefiet without having to worry about outside harm?

He sighed on the inside, a little disappointed...his words had not come out the way he had wished, and now it was too late to take them back.

And as for your second question milady, I believe that magic comes from within. Sure it may originate with the gods, just as light originates from the sun, however, we are like the noble weed who takes this force and weilds it, uses it to grow, and help others grow as well...just a personal theory however...What say you on the subject of the origin of magic, master dulant? Where do you believe this power comes from.


Wed Mar 26, 2003 3:31 pm
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