An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Kah.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Want color back? Turn Color Back ON!!

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a metal bound tome on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Kah' scribed in dull yellow ink.

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Tue Dec  2 19:56:57 2008
Subject     Journal Excerpt: Coming to Terms


It has been a few weeks since Rostane had taken me on as his apprentice. He
placed a task before me to earn that right and I accomplished it with
finesse. Of course it was a simple assignment to locate three scrolls,
potions and wands that couldn't be bought or made by our brethren. I
collected some potions from the creatures of Zahn, as well as, a scroll from
a merman on the river within the forest. Next I travelled to Thalos and
collected a scroll from a mimic. My travels took me to Gerighelm where the
Troubadours were pleased to provide me with their magical instruments.
Finally I went and visited a scholar in Palanthas to obtain a boring scroll.
On my way back to the tower I confiscated a crystaline wand from a goblin
mage. 

Returning to the tower of the white robes I relinquished my charges to my
Shalafi, as well as, giving him a report on their qualities. He was pleased
with my thorough detailing of the nine items I had collected and set me on a
new task. After storing the mystical objects I had given him he fetched a
White, leather-bound book from a pocket within his robes and handed it to
me. He told me to begin studying the book and that when I finished he would
test me on the knowledge I had learned from within. 

I quickly went through the book learning the spells and secrets contained
within. Today was one such day. I was visiting the town of Tantallon using
the practice yard for my studies. I pulled out a piece of licorice and began
passing it through some mystic motions and whispered some words of power. As
the magic began to take hold of my body I felt a slight prickling sensation
cross over my skin and the guards around me began to look as if they were
moving in slow motion. However, I knew that it was truly myself moving more
quickly and my senses were heightened. 

Since I had enhanced my reflexes I decided to enhance my strength as well. I
removed a carapace of a dung beetle from a pouch and proceeded to pass that
through more mystic passes and recited more words of power. Immediately my
body tensed with the tightening of my muscles. I felt ready to begin my
other practices and ordered the elemental I had purchased from the Conclave
Summoner to begin combat with me. As I dodged the Elemental's strikes and
recited words of arcane power many lightning bolts flew from my hands and
battered the lumbering chunk of rock and earth. 

After several hours of intense training the Elemental finally succumbed to
my magical onslaught. As the creature crumbled into unmoving clumps of clay
and shattered stone, the dust of it's destruction billowing into the air I
heard someone clapping from behind me. Turning I noticed a Silvanesti Elf
standing there granting me the praise. He introduced himself as Darnari, a
hopeful mage of Solinari. We discussed his hopes of joining the Conclave and
I told him I would pass on his wishes to my superiors and that I would give
my recommendations, even though I had no idea how much weight it would hold.


Kah'rihn

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Tue Dec  2 19:58:02 2008
Subject     Journal Excerpt: Drawing a Beaker


It was only a couple days since I met Darnari in Tantallon. Since then he
had met with the Mages of the Conclave and had been inducted into our ranks.
It is nice to see another White Robe within the tower. He has been at his
own studies and I have spent those last few days finishing up with the book
my Shalafi had given me. The last spell held within the old yellowing pages
of the white book was an extensive ritual of Summoning. Today I planned to
try it out. 

I left the Tower and headed walked the short distance to the Forest of Zahn
where I could preform the ritual in peace. I started out by drawing an
intricate symbol upon the earthen ground in the clearing I chose to do this
spell in. After the symbol was draw I rummaged through my pouches for the
items I needed for the spell. I found them easily and in my left hand I held
a small patch of moss and in my right hand I gripped the skull of a lessor
demon. I begin the spell with a few incantations then began to circle the
symbol, while rubbing the skull with the moss. After circling a quarter of
the distance of the symbol I chanted some more incantations and a glow began
to form in the center. I paced once more towards making a full circle around
the symbol, this time moving the skull in odd patterns around in the air.
The glow floating above the center of the symbol started to pulse brighter
and brighter, faster and faster. As I reached the halfway point around the
symbol I raised the skull into the air and held the moss towards the ground
and shouted more incantations of power and beckoning. The glow began to take
the shape of something living instead of a shapeless orb. Continuing around
the symbol I moved the moss in odd motions towards and away from the symbol,
the magic of the spell disintegrating the clump of plantlife it's particles
floating towards the glowing form. Reaching the three quarter point around
the symbol the shape within the symbol was blinking quickly in bright
flashes of changing colors. I recited the next string of arcane commands and
cast the skull into the blazing form that was coalescing within the symbol.
A blinding flash engulfed the skull and it disappeared, being devoured by
the magic. I began to finish the circle around the symbol now moving my
empty hands in the precise motions detailed within the book and chanted the
remaining evocations of the spell. Reaching the point of beginning I called
forth for the being I was calling and turn to face the symbol and watch as
the glow faded. 

As I looked on and watched the spell complete itself, the glow faded and the
symbol burned off from the ground in a blinding flash. When the sensation of
blindness passed I looked for to see that the spell worked beautifully. I
had summoned Darnari to me. He tumbled to the ground and landed on his ass,
the quill that he held in his hand flew from his grip and bounced a few
times until it came to rest by my feet. It seems that I had summoned him
while he was sitting at a desk writing some notes or sorts, or maybe copying
some spells in the library into his own spellbooks. I helped him up from the
ground and apologized for the inconvenience I had caused him and we walked
back to the tower laughing about the experience. 

Once we returned to the tower we retired to the library so I could aid him
in his own tasks the best I could without infringing on his master's good
graces. 

Kah'rihn

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Tue Dec  2 19:58:52 2008
Subject     Journal Excerpt: Brewsters Choice


It was great news to find out that Darnari would be a fellow apprentice
under Rostane. We worked together on our studies whenever we could. However
my studies today were something I was delving into for personal intrigue. I
spent the day in a stuffy laboratory with many empty beakers and a wide
assortment of spell components. The door to the small room was closed and
locked so no one could disturb me, or for any unpleasant results from my
practices to affect or harm anyone else. 

As I set up to brew a potion I took a book from my pack and laid it open to
the page I needed on the strong vallenwood table I chose for the task.
Grabbing an empty vial I whispered a word of power and waved my empty hand
over it and it filled with crystal clear water. I placed the beaker upon a
heating device and turned to gather some ingredients from the left-hand side
of the table. I measured out an ounce of powdered nightshade leaves and two
grams of crushed volcanic rock then added them to the water. Picking up a
pair of silver tongs I lifted the boiling potion from the heat and began to
roll the bottom against the flame seven times. Setting the tube aside to
cool I added nine drops of wyvern venom and stirred it counter-clockwise
with a diamond rod four time. 

The mixture sputtered twice then turned a light green. I then added three
teeth of a gnomish gear into the potion and grasped the vial in my hands. It
suddenly began to frost over and turn a shade of yellow. The concoction
began to hiss in a sizzling way and I place it on a stand made to leave the
bottom exposed. Gently I placed a small piece of sea sponge gathered from
the floor of the blood sea under the tube. Removing a small steel rod from a
pouch at my side, I waved it at the sponge while whispering words of power.
Suddenly tiny bolts of energy began to arc from the sponge and the round of
the vial above. 

The undergoing potion increased it's hum to a high pitch buzz and started
turning blue. Pouring two and a half ounces of liquified walrus blubber to
the potion and stirring it with a bone rod clockwise once, counter-clockwise
twice in four repetitions calmed the piercing wail the fluid had adopted. As
the contents of the glass receptacle reached a full brilliant blue I
sprinkled in a pinch of crystal flakes and 12 hornet thoraxes, including
stingers. As the particles floated into the small electrical field near the
bottom tiny icicles started to form floating within the fluid and small
drops of liquid began sputtering from the top. Requiring a heat source over
the top of the potion at this time, which I provided by waving my hand above
the bubbling potion's opening. The glint of a quik reflection from something
concealed in my palm beckoned a small contained flame to envelop the very
edges of the mouth of the bottle. 

I began to blend in an ounce of ground white dragon scales into the potion
with a rod made of bronze. After the ingredient was mixed thoroughly into
the bluish concoction I grasped the middle of the beaker and my fingers

began to frost over as I cooled the liquid. Instantly the potion flashed and
the sparks ended and the flame extinguished, seemingly to be sucked into the
potion. The liquid began to regain a normal fluidity then turned a deep
crimson red. It was complete. After all the meticulous motions and
measurements, I had succeeded in making a working potion of Protection
against the Elements. 


Kah'rihn

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Tue Mar 24 23:22:41 2009
Subject     Haven Sent

Many thoughts and feelings were running through my head as I left the
prescense of my former Master, Rostane. He had just gifted me with an object
of great importance. The light book with the blue spine weighed lightly upon
my hip inside of the tylor scale pouch that was fastened to my belt. The
possession of it weighed greatly upon my thoughts. 

I rounded many corners of the tower and decended many steps as I wound my
way to the one door that led to the grounds outside. I saw no one on my
travels throughout the halls which I greatly appreciated for I wanted to
tell know one of my departure. As I entered the forum that housed the door I
sought I slowed my pace to take in the last images of the tower I would be
seeing for some time.

The anteroom was barely furnished with only having a bench on either side of
the room and a few paintings hanging on the walls. Four fluted columns held
the barrel spined ceiling overhead. The images of the room and the sense of
home that it inspired would stay with me throughout the journey.

Approaching the dark wood door with no handle it swung open for me without
the hint of a sound. Stepping through the door it closed behind me just as
easily and quietly. Staring across the lush green courtyard that spread out
before me I could see the trees of the magical forest of Wayreth. Taking a
deep breathe and releasing it I started towards the dark woods before me. As
the trees began to close in around me I noticed that I never once needed to
change my course. Trees surrounded me, however my path was straight and
unempedded. It was if the forest was helping me on my journey. 

After only a few hours of walking through the bright forest of Wayreth I
began to notice that the trees and surroundings were beginning to change
slightly. Soon the trees were no longer the dark oak of the forest
surrounding the tower but were now small vallenwoods and various other trees
denoting an area somewhere close to Solace. 

It didn't take long wandering through these new woods when the signs of
civilization began to show. I could see the smoke from cooking fires and
smell the scents of the food cooking upon them. The lights of a small city
began to show and I quickly made it to a lightly guarded gate leading into
the small town. 

"Greetings Traveler and welcome to Haven. So what brings you here at this
hour of the night?", the older of the two guards on duty spoke as I
approached. The other guard stood there looking towards the woods casually
listening for any sign of trouble. 

Looking around at my surroundings I spoke to the guard in a pleasant tone,
"I am here for some lodging for the night and in the morning I shall be
looking to hire some people to accompany on my travels." 

"As long as you start no trouble your welcome here. And try the Taverns or
the Market Place to find some adventurers.", the older guard spoke as he
waved me through. 

"Thank you." I said to him with a slight nod as I stepped under the arch of
the gateway and started into town. The streets were kept fairly clean but
the smells of alchohol and animals still filled the air. It only took me a
few moments to find an Inn to find lodge for the evening. The small pudgy
innkeeper served me a small plate of roast mutton and some steamed
vegetables in my room which I quickly finished. Leaving the plates from my
finished meal upon the table by my bed to be taken down tomorrow when I
woke, I fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow. 

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Wed Mar 25 21:15:11 2009
Subject     [FWD] Journal Excerpt: Testing my Patience


Day of Shinarai, 11th the Month of Hiddumont. 345 PC


The day started out as any other. I began the day studying the many arcane
book I have collected during my time in the Conclave. I was midway through
commiting a difficult spell to memory when a Knock on my chamber door broke
my concentration. Looking towards the door I called, "Enter." 


As the door opened silently an initiate with long auburn hair and fair skin
entered and approached me. Coming to a stop in front of me her bright
emerald green eyes sparkled in admiration and she spoke softly. "Master
Rostane bids you to attend him." She quickly bowed and left my chambers,
closing the door behind her without waiting for me to say anything in
reply.


This was an odd summons and thoughts of what it could pertain to tumbled
about my mind as I tidied up my chambers before setting off to Rostane's
chambers. It only took a few minutes to reach the chamber, the door sitting
ajar as I approached. I knocked on the door as I stepped over the doorway
into the quaint room. "Master Rostane, you wished to see me?", I asked as I
came before himsitting in a high backed oaken chair padded in some white
material that looked pleasantly soft. 


"Ah, Kah'rihn. Follow me.", Rostane said as he stood and walked from the
room. I had no choice so I followed him as he wound an erratic path through
the tower, which finally ended at a plain oak door in the middle of a long
empty hallway. Standing to the side of the door he gestured for me to
enter.


I placed my hand on the door and pushed gently and the door didn't move, but
my hand passed through the wood as if it wasn't really there. I stepped
through the door and was suddenly submerged in complete darkness. I heard no
sounds, felt nothing around and was completely blind. Without knowing where
I was or what was around me I began to walk ahead senseless. After hours of
travel, or what felt like hours since there was no way of judging time in
this empy dark place, a strange glow appeared in the distance before me.
Thankful for any change in the scenery I headed towards the light with a
quick gait. 


As I drew nearer the light began to take on the shape of a glowing white
door. The white door stood there a stark contrast to the blackness that
surrounded it. Approaching the door I tried to feel the blackness framing
the shimmering white door and met with no resistance. I poked my head around
the edge of the door to notice the door was identical on the other side, a
slice of light shooting from the ground up into the darkness. 


Standing in front of the door I reached out and placed my hand on the flat
surface. The white material was solid to the touch and extremely smooth and
it felt cool against my skin. Taking a deep breath I pushed on the door.
Nothing happened. I pushed harder upon the door. Still nothing happened.
Taking a few steps back and glaring at the door in frustration I began to go
through my mental list of spells that could help. 


Whispering a word of magic meant to unlock magical locks I touched the door
with the index finger of my left hand. The door stood stoicly, nothing
changing. I shot out several other spells meant to unlock various things in
quick succession to no avail. My frustration was beginning to build. So I
tried a weak attack spell. A single arrow of pure magical energy shot from
my fingertip and flew towards the door. The missile disipated against the
door causing it to flash red quickly then returning to the pure white so
fast it was barely noticable. Noticing the change however, I tried a more
powerful spell. Going through the arcane movements while using the correct
and tediously measured spell components I spoke the arcane words to unleash
a blask of acid to douse the door. The wave disipated as soon as it made
contact and flashed black as quickly as it had red. The door stood
unscarred, unblemished and still glowing as brilliantly white. 


I dropped to the ground and sat cross legged three feet from the door. I
just sat there for what seemed hours staring at the bright doorway. The
surgace shifting like it was floating through the darknesss and incomplete
clouds were passing before it. My mind began to drift towards thoughts of my
patron diety, Solinari. The warmth I always get when his light shines down
on me during the darkest nights began to seep throughout my body. Smiling to
myself or maybe to the gods, I ushered a prayer to Solinari, the white moon,
of Thanks for always guiding me through the darkest of times. A sense of
calm flowed throughout my body as I stood determined to enter this doorway.


Closing the gap between myself and the door quickly I placed my left hand on
the left edge and my right hand upon the upper righthand corner and uttered
the word "Soluisis". Suddenly the white doorway began to swell and round out
taking on the shape of the white moon in the night sky in high sanction. I
looked down as I began to feel the pull of gravity take hold of my body to
see the tower of wayreth very far below. 


I began to pick up speed as I plummeted towards the tower, it's spires
coming closer and closer by every second. I still felt calm as I began to
come perilously close to the sharp point above the main tower, I was in
Solinari's hands. Right before I slammed straight into the top of the tower
a white door appeared before me and I landed safely on the otherside in a
small room with a table in the center. There were no doors so I walked to
the table and looked at the top. Laying there atop the table was a neatly
folded white robe. Picking up the robe I pulled it on over my head. 


Suddenly the robes began to melt away from my body and seemed to be sucked
into the dur of my normal attire. As the transformation of my robes
completed the table disappeared and a mirror appeared on the wall before me.
In the mirror I saw myself in the white robes of Solinari with the white
moon shining behind my in the reflection. However, I could see the faint
shadows of both the red and black moons behind and to the left and right of
Solinari. 


Instantly I was back standing before the door with Rostane. A smile shone
upon his face as he spoke, "Good job, you passed. 

 
I had passed the test of High Sorcery.

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Tue Feb 23 05:43:43 2010
Subject     Petition of an Archmage (Pt.1)

Standing on the barren dias that the seats of the Conclave of Wizards
encircled, filled me with great pleasure and some horrid dread, as I pled my
case to the order. The faces of my fellow mages looking down at me in a wide
array of expressions. The numerous Black robes had looks ranging from hatred
to disgust, disinterest to completely ignoring me. The Reds, less in number
then the Blacks were bickering more between themselves then giving the
attention properly entitled to an Archmage. And the Whites all listened
intently though their numbers were very few and barely filled the minimum
for attendance. 

The leaders of the Conclave sat in their respective seats and did their
positions credit and held themselves in accordance to the doctorine as I
spoke, each word being weighed with the greatest of sincerity and
consideration. For they knew that what I spoke of had importance to the
future of our orders, as their gaze shifts uncomfortablely to the vacant
seat for the High Archmage of the Whites.

My arguement continues, "not too recently I was sent on a mission to
retrieve Archmage Ciskei from the Seven Kingdoms. They had arrested him for
accosting one of their ranking officials and needed to be escorted back
here." Turning to face the order of the red robes I scanned their numbers
for the Archmage to no avail, hoping his presense would help to influence
the others. "Shortly after returning I set off to continue some research I
had started before that mission had detained me. I heard of some ice
formations in icewall that had some magical properties that could be applied
in many fashions." 

The mention of a new source of more magic caused those that had until then
only listened half-heartedly to listen with great fervor. I never skipped a
beat in my heated explaination of what I felt would be the most beneficial
for our survival within this world. "The trip took me many months and was a
perilous quest to undertake, which I am sure you understand. The environs of
Icewall are very harsh and unhospitable to those who do not naturally
inhabit and dangers lurk hidden within the whiteness stretching in all
directions." 

The words of my convictions began to fuse with the memories in my mind and I
slowly began to feel as if I was reliving the events instead of telling the
tales of.... 

@------\___________________________________________________________/------@


The cold chill of the air bit into my skin as I wandered the slick and
deadly plains of ice. To any onlooker it would appear as if I was insane,
for I wandered this frozen wasteland in clothing that would scarcely protect
from sunburn let alone frostbite. The glare of the sun reflecting off the
thick ice made seeing more then a few feet ahead impossible. Even with the
many dangers lurking about and the lack of my senses I trudged on looking
for the signs of the cavern that the ice formation could be found. I
stumbled across a few of the natural wildlife as I searched for this cave.
Seals with slick luxourious hides and fierce bears that breathed frost at
close range before they bit their meal. 

Before long I began to notice the signs of cracked and buckled folds in the
surface of the ice, a note that I was getting close to what I sought. As I
walked on the terrain gradually became more and more ridged and before long
I came across the frozen over enterance to the caverns that resided below.
Holding my right arm at shoulder height, extended to the side, elbow
slightly cocked, and the hand held like it was grasping ahold of something,
I uttered a command devised through years of practice and and structuring. A
staff of a pure white material faded into view grasped between my fingers.
It's cool smooth surface pulsed with an energy of life that was it's own and
could be felt, merging with my own lifeforce. 
 
(To be continued...)

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Tue Feb 23 05:53:38 2010
Subject     Petition of an Archmage (Pt.2)

A great pleasure coursed through my being as I connected finally to the
magic I had long sought. It appeared to be time to undertake the
responsibilities I had seen far approaching. This was the first time I had
been able to complete the spell, to summon a Staff given with the blessing
of Solinari, and made from his flesh. The length of the staff appeared of be
smoothed, carved wood, but felt as tho it was made of marble or some other
sleek stone. Atop the staff the cap resembled a three-quarter full moon, the
crescent facing upward a blade to slice through the barriers of magic. 

Taking hold of the weapon in both hands I tapped the ice with the butt end
and the enterance began to unfold itself im miniscule blocks that added
together till great slabs were sliding out of my path and forming a sturdy
stairwell leading down. Taking the steps I gradually made my well into the
blue tinted depths of th caverns. Spiky formations of crystal pruded from
the edges of the steps and walls and spotted along the cavern ceiling.
Stopping to inspect a fairly large cluster halfway down the decent I noticed
that these crystals of ice gave off a bluish glow. However these deposits
were fairly weak in whatever magic they held and I could not get a good
enough reading on what the magic meant. 

It seemed a storm had started above ground for the sound of the wind gusts
echoed along the tunnels through the caverns. As I rounded a corner the
winds stopped, I had stumbled upon a dragons lair. From the looks of the
dragon he was quite old and therefor very dangerous. His white scales were
slick with caked on ice and he seemed to glow with a strong blue magical
energy. It seemed this dragon was what fed the ice crystals their magic. 

Seeing me entering his lair the ancient white dragon rose into a crouch and
swiveled its head towards me, stopping only a few yards from me. His deep
voice shook the ground and walls of the cavern and small chunks of ice
crashed to the ground all about us. Some even glanced off the hard scales of
the dragon taking some of the glowing crystals along as they fell to the
floor. "Welcome Magi of the White Moon. I wondered how long it would take
before one of "your" kind found out about this place.", the dragon stress on
the word your brought my attention to several skeletal remains half frozen
into the floor and walls of the lair. 

"Before I eat you pretty robe, I want to tell you what you will be missing
out on. To help torture your last moments in this world." Shifting his
weight and easing his bulk into a groove before continuing the dragon spoke,
"Your kind is losing grace in this world. Your members bicker and fight
amonst them selves. The members of your orders are confining themselves and
shutting off the world, and the world does not wait for them. The is no
structure within the magic anymore and the power of the moons are
dwindling." A sinister glint crosses his eye as he rumbles out the last
words before exhaling a plume of frost from his gigantic maw. 

As the cloud of sparkling death approached with sickening speed I held the
staff I still clenched before me, my faith in the God of Good Magic
strengthening my bond with the weapon. The force of the impact skided me
back a couple feet but I had been unharmed. A roar of pure hatred rang
through the cave as the dragon noticed his meal had escaped storage
preparation and the ground trembled as it charged it's prey. Wispering a few
words I suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the chamber a grand
distance from the beast that had been attacking me so viciously. 
 
(To be Continued...)

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Tue Feb 23 06:12:44 2010
Subject     Petition of an Archmage (Pt.3)

Before the wyrm could track me down and realize I had eluded him I began
to conjure great borrowing beasts with thick hides that protected them from
the sharp stone and metal ores they tunneled through. The worms latched onto
the dragon, their sawlike maws boring through the thick and powerful scales.
Blasts of frost and frenzied claws slew a few of the minions I besought upon
the beast, but sending a blast of brillant energy from my staff pierced his
skull where a worm bad eatten through the scales before being destroyed.
With a quivering shock the dragon colapsed into a heap the worms still
eatting their fill before vanishing and returning to where they had been
summoned. 

The corpse had been ravaged by the mindless things I had summoned but one
large scale still thickly caked in the ice remained to my pleasure. Taking
the scale I left the cavern and once again on the surface I utter the words
that would return me to the tower of the white robes in Wayreth forest. 

The thought of returning home brought me back to the convention before me,
apparently I had continued to put up a good arguement while I was lost in
memory.... 

@------\___________________________________________________________/------@

"I returned to the tower to find that even in the short absense I had been
gone that the white robes had dwindled more. We are in dire need of
leadership.", I look over those in attendance once more. A few of the black
robes had begun to whisper amongst themselves and the red robes had all but
left the meeting. "For the good of the orders and for that of magic I should
take over as High Archmage of the White robes." 

A beam of white light highlights me atop the dias, this occurance snapping
the attention of the conclave to me. A voice seems to fill the air, a
masculine voice full of wisdom and compassion "Kah'rihn, You have shown your
devotion to the magic of the moons." 

A sense of calm overtakes me as quiet consumes the hall. The voice speaks
once more, "Today you showed courage by bringing your views before your
peers. Today you showed the depth of your loyaly to the orders." 

The strange feeling of the world shifting underneath me overtakes all other
senses and within a moment I am seated within the chair of the High Archmage
of the White robes and the voice speaks again. "You will be my conduit
within the Orders. With my blessing and faith I send you to guide those
seeking magic to our fold. To the safety of our watching." 

The light fades from the hall and all the others begin to blink and look
around in wonder, they had never seen me leave the dias. Noticing my new
position sent gasps amongst the rows of mages. Snarls of spite and anger
befiled the air around the black robes and remarks of envy and ignorance
tainted the air around the reds. The whites sat quietly accepting in their
patron's decision and glad to have a figure to look up to. 

Looking to the seats of the leaders of the other orders I noticed looks of
welcome and pleasure upon the faces of both great men. They showed great
faith in me, and I will live up to it. 
 
(The End)

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Sat Feb 27 09:25:58 2010
Subject     Ajantis

 The day was a brilliant decadence of pupils of the conclave showing off
what they had learned during their initial introductions into the orders.
One ititiate in particular stood out amongst the others. A human male with
brown hair and blue-grey eyes bested almost all of his trials with adequate
efficiency and seemed a promising candidate for my teachings. After the
mentors had completed all testing of the initiates it was time for the
pupils to petition for apprenticeship.

The young man approached the tables where they would sign their names in
hopes of gaining tutorage from a respected Magi of the Conclave, and noticed
me sitting before a petition slip. Taking purposeful strides the man stood
before me in no time. Looking me in the eyes the boy picked up the white
feather quill of some unknown aviary and signed his name on the parchment.
His name was not alone many others had also petitioned to be taught by the
High Archmage of the White Robes. I nodded at the young man and a charming
smile crossed his lips and he departed to allow others to pen their name
with the same hopes he held. 

Hour drawled by as the countless initiates filed by signing their names and
heading back to their dorms to await word of which mentor had accepted them.
Collecting the stacks of papers covered with names I headed to the chambers
of the initiate Ajantis. Having qualities I admired in a student I
anticipated a pleasant response to my tidings. 

*KNOCK*

"Come in." the voice of the occupant called out nervously and with a motion
of my hand the door swung open for my admitance. At my appearance all sense
of control left the human as he dropped onto his cot staring at me his mouth
ajar. 

"Your studies begin when Solinari reaches his zenith in the sky during his
high sanction. Be prepared and I have faith in your abilities." I spoke to
the startled young man and turned leaving him there staring at the closing
door and my back. I had a few other initiates I wished to see and give them
their schedules and the shock of their lifetimes. 
 
(OOC: Ajantis is now officially my apprentice.  Keep a look out for some coming RP everybody and Ajantis be prepared lol)

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Sat Mar  6 05:02:13 2010
Subject     Mariala

A slender Silvanesti woman wandered the halls of the White Tower as the
sun began to sink in the sky. Her white robes rustled as she strode
absent-mindly towards her destination. She passed a few of the other
initiates training in hopes to one day wear the robes of Solinari without
ever acknowledging them or even noticing. 

My chambers were well lit for the hour, the sun had just dropped out of
view, but the sky was still bright and cheerful. A light rap upon my door
brought my attention from the parchments of complaints and requests from
people all across the world. All with hope of the involvement of the
Conclave. 

"Come in." I called out as I signed off on the missive I was reading and I
laid the parchment atop a pile to my right. The door swung open and a shy
looking Silvanesti woman walked in through the open portal and onto the
plush carpet from some exotic place. The floor it covers appears to be made
of fine golden sand and strange plants grow from the ground. Coming to stand
before my desk I gesture for the young girl to take a seat in the ornate
wooden chair she stood before. She took the seat thankfully and spoke up in
a very distracted voice, "High Archmage, I have heard of your interesting
and unorthodox training you give your apprentices. My current teachers
cannot seem to hold my attention with their boring drabble." 

"Yes I do have a different approach to teaching the ways of Solinari then
most other mages of the conclave. As for the request to be one of my chosen
apprentices. It took a lot of guts to come here and ask such a thing." I
leaned over the desk, my elbows resting on the cool wood as I continued. "I
like the show of motivation and think you would do well as one of my
students." 

The shock of what I said struck her with such force she appeared as if she
would be bawled over straight out of her chair and onto the carpet. A slight
smile of pleasure crossed my lips as I gave her the first instructions as
her mentor, "During Solinari's high sanction, when he reaches his zenith in
the sky, your studies will begin. Of course I expect you to be prepared for
whatever I may throw your way." 

The Silvanesti just looks dumbstruck that her plan had actually worked and
that he studies would begin not too long from now. "Thank you High Archmage.
I will be prepared." The smile grew wider at hearing the young girl's words,
"You are excused now, my time is needed spent on other duties. You will hear
from me when the time is right." 

Mariala stood and bowed to me and began to step towards the door, stopping
just shy of being in reach of the knob. Turning to face me once more she
asks, "May I ask what all the sand is about?" She scuffs the sand beneath
her feet to punctuate her question. 

"It keeps me connected to my home.", I turn back to the stack of papers
before me my attention returning to the important issues before me. I hardly
noticed her departure, though I knew my response left her unfulfilled. 
 
(OOC: Mariala is now officially my apprentice.  Keep a look out for some coming RP everybody and Mariala be prepared lol)

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Wed Mar 10 06:15:18 2010
Subject     Leonard

 The night had flown by in a blur as I pieced together a plan to help the
initiates of the conclave by imbuing the elementals with stronger energy.
Gathering the four elementals the initiates would be using to aid and
protect them from the Master summoner I left the tower and entered the
forest of Wayreth. 

By the time I found an appropriate location to try the spell safely the sun
had broken the horizen and the forest was ablaze with mosiac beams of light.
The clearing was a complete and true circle of a variety of trees and other
peculiar plants and seemed to vibrate with its own energy. It appeared as
though the forest sensed my intent and wished to aid in my endeavor. 

Walking around the parameter of the glade, I sprinkled soot ashes as I went
and whispered "Suiota conzvil pryvhid" at each cardinal point. Completing
the circle a shimmering field highlighted the edge instantly, shielding my
actions from the sight of all. All four of the elementals stood outside the
barrier looking around bewildered at my disappearance. 

Taking position on the southern axis of the circle I drew and arcane symbol
depicting water and ice. Next I crossed over to the northern axis and
scribed into the ground a symbol for earth. Following that I took place on
the eastern axis and scorched the arcane sigil for flame and fire. Lastly i
etched the sigil for air and lightning over the western axis. 

Phasing out a reappeared in the center of the prepared spell foci. Facing
each sigil in turn from south to north, east to west, I chant out the
corresponding spells to embue the elementals with greater power. 

To the south I hold a piece of star metal, reciting the words "Iscus Shiid".
An orb of freezing force forms inches above the sigil, convulsing with a
life of its own. 

To the north I hold a fistful of soil, reciting the words "Erra Shiid". An
orb of dust forms inches above the sigil, convulsing with a life of its own.
A force of stasis and absorbtion radiates from this sphere.

To the east I hold a fiery brand, reciting the words "Flarima Shiid". An orb
of fiery force forms inches above the sigil, convulsing with a life of its
own. 

To the west I hold some metal filings, reciting the words "Buozz Shiid". An
orb of electrical force forms inches above the sigil, convulsing with a life
of its own. 

Raising my hands to the sky I called out for the elementals to transcend
space and into the vortexes of energy hovering above their marks. The shapes
of the beings began to form hazily, slowly progressing to more solid form.
Before completing their transfer a Silvanesti elf stumbles through the
barrier of the circle toppling the structure of magic I had worked for so
tediously. 

The elementals all exploded in a fury as the power I had hoped to instill
them with consumed them. Looking at the elf I noticed he was wearing dingy
white robes, probablely bought from an aghar tailor by the looks of the
quality. He also was not alone. Several other elves accompanied him wearing
a variety of robe styles and colors. 

Storming over to the elf that had disrupted my procedure I shouted, "You
ruined everything!". Calming myself I lowered my tone and continued, "I see
that you all have an aura of magic about you. And I assume you are all
headed to the tower of high sorcery?"

In unison they all reply confirmation to my assumptions. I think to myself
how I can get back at the elf responsible for spoiling my experiment. "You
are going to be working off what you spoiled...". 

(OOC: Leonard is now my apprentice. He is in for some fun. Keep a lookout
for some RP and Leonard be prepared lol) 
 

Author:    Kah            
Date:      Wed Mar 10 06:51:30 2010
Subject     Shedding Light

I stood inside a barren room within the tower of the white robes, chosen
for its alignment with Solinari when it reached the zenith in the sky.
Tonight the white moon would be in high sanction, the pinacle of his power.
I mediated as I awaited the arrival of my apprentices. An hour before the
required time of the lesson the three apprentices shuffled in drowsily and
took up seats on the floor in front of me. 

We all sat quietly as the pure moon of good magic climbed the heavens to
finally rest in its full glory high above the world. A blinding light filled
the room and an image wavered in the air between the gathered mages
depicting a strange humanoid creature known as a Disir, half dwarf, half
insect. 

The beast stumbled along through dark and interesting tunnels of some far
off and unexplored underground catacombs. Carried strapped to its torso the
insectoid had a large satchel filled with an assortment of magical artifacts
that blazed with untold powers and knowledge. 

Turning a corner within the tunnel the humanoid stood before the carved and
crafted doorway to what appeared to be an ice slicked archway to a temple
dipicting images of Solinari and his followers. Crossing through the
pristine white marble archway the creature stalked purposefully inside the
temple and into a room cached with artifacts of the gods of magic. 

Sensing it was being watched the Disir spun and glared in my direction, two
eyes glowed below the hard, smooth surface of his shelled face and gazed
into my own. The connection disapated the vision and the room dimmed back
into darkness. A concern of our patron god had been shown to my apprentices
and myself. 

I looked at the human sitting between the two silvanesti and instructed him
to go and start research into the race of the Disir. We needed to know
everything about that being and what importance it played with our order. 

Facing the male Silvanesti I instructed him to research any and all temples
dedicated to the god of good magic. Knowing the place we would be traveling
too and what knowledge or dangers it could offer would be very valuable in
our quest. 

The Silvanesti woman looked at me with a hopeful smile upon her face. I bid
her to fashion a spell that would allow us to lull the creature into
peaceful interaction with our entrouge when we confront it. 

I dismissed them to their duties as I left to make preparations and conduct
my own research. The outline of a familiar magic caught my attention from
within the satchel the Disir had just horded within its home. 

(OOC: Everyone keep a look out for some upcoming RP to continue this
storyline as I embark on the wonderful world of mentoring the young magi of
the world!!) 
 

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