NationStates Jolt Archive

(ooc: This is NOT a war!!! This is my attempt to try and standardize magic so that it is no-longer considered 'godmoding' or Unfair, but is instead viewed as a legitimate weapon! Please, keep any postings at all to a minimum, as I will be adding information all the time. Also, please DO NOT post any new lores without first sending me a telegram and waiting for me to give you the thumbs up. Much thanks, may your knowledge of the lost arts flourish.)

Welcome to our humble Tower friends, I assume that if you are reading this, you have either a great interest in Lore, or you have been invited by our King to study beneath us. We welcome you here, as we welcoem all, but only bid you not to stray from our common halls, artifiacts of holy power abide in our deepest catacombs, and our greatest warrior-monks train below.

To begin your teaching, I must say that there are several mages in this world, and that no two are of equal power. But, as not all minds can comprehend just how diverse this power is, most mages (or wizards, shamans, chieftens, warlocks, witches and so forth) are catagorized into four main levels. These levels are ranked from 1-4. Level 4 is the most powerful and rare of all types of wizards. Commonly these men have lived-out long, and often overly-long lives so that they may study Lore.

Before I risk teaching you any of the actual spells that we find most common, and most suited to Humans and mortals such as yourselves, we Elves would prefer to teach you to defend one-another against a Spell. This practice is known as 'dispelling', it can be used to counter certain enemy spells, but only if the enemy caster is a weaker mage. Dispelling can be done on the part of an ally, as long as he can muster the power to do so. Also, even the greatest wizards (level 4 remember?) can only dispell one spell at a time!! This is not bad though, because most mages can only cast a single spell at once.

Now, as I see that I have picqued your interests, I shall proceed to teach you the many Lores later. But until then, I bid you to look around our Tower of Hoeth, and perhaps educate yourselves?

THe Lore of life is not much of a death and mayhem lore, as it is meant to make things such as farming and sheppherding easier, but it still has its rough edges that a combat mage could easily turn into sharpened swords. I shall begin listing the spells themselves now.

Mistress of the Marsh: This spell is cast when near water or swampy ground. The water spills over its banks for a short while, and engulfs anyone near it in a raging flood

Father of the Thorn: This spell is used in wooded areas. A mass of thorns and roots explode from the ground and whip and lash at exposed flesh and scratches the armor, impedes movement and causes general havoc. The thorns recede into the ground moments later

Lord of Stone: This spell is cast in hilly, mountainous areas. The hillside explodes in shards of rock and glass, causing massive damage

Calling of the Storm: This spell is used to summon mighty storm clouds over the battle, obviously the temperature will decrease, and it will darken the filed, disheartening the foe. There is NO rain!

(ooc: have more for this list, but am out of time, will be back)

Lore of the Mystic Iceni

Sommon sword.
Caster can pull a metal weapon (sword, sabre, axe) from a special spring lake or river. Each weapons it special to each body of water. Only works in sacred celtic places.

Call Green Knight.
Mistltoe and Holly needed.Thought to live in the Snowdownian mountains the green knight rides a green horse and caries an axe and a holly branch. He will not travel far from his home. Will fight enemies if a bargain is made.This man tempted Sir Galahad to a duel in the Arthurian legends. His head once can be cut off and he can carry on fighting.

Celtic fury
Wariours undergo a blessing before drinking a hallucinagenic potion. The warriour becomes fearless and bloodthirsty. The ceromony also drives the reciever partially insane. In this state they may attack their own friends mistaking them for enemies or vile beasts.

Gain Knowledge.
Must be performed by an experienced caster in a stone circle. Celts thought brains were very important. Caster eats the brain of a sworn enemy gaining their knowledge. The rest of the body must be cast into a lake or a bog as an offering to the Gods.

Woad armour.
No other armour must be worn. The blue dye woad is mixed by a Druid or another who knows the spell. The Blue dye is mixed and sacred patterns are painted on the skin of the wearer. If the wearer is brave and chivarlous the woad armour is as strong as iron. If he/she is cowardly it loses all its strength.

Make brain trophey,
Actually used by Celt warriors. Must befrom an enemy the caster has killed. The greater the bravery required the greater the power.The brain is soaked in ceder oil for eleven days. The brain is left to dry to form a hard ball. This can be shown at feasts to show bravery and to increase the cater's power.

Give sacrifice.
A animal or human is killed in a stone circle giving the caster power. Hare can be sacrificed when preparing for war. Hares were very important to ancient celtics. (OOC: legends surounding them eventually led to the easter bunny.)Giving weapons or possessions to lakes also increases the caster's power. The Greater the personal cost or craftmanship of the gift the greater the power given.

ooc: while I do like your lore, (I am part celt myself) I would please request that you telegram me before posting any new lores. Do not delete your post, but please edit the posts top 2 paragraphs out, adn give the lore a name

I honor your attempts to teach AlanBstrd

The rain God: This spell is like alot like Calling of the Storm, but it includes rain

Elemental Burst: To cast this spell, the mage simply draws upon raw magic from the earth around him, and sends it hurtling at the foes.

This lore is the most destructive lore that a mage can learn. It will allow him to command the power of fire at will, assuming that he is strong-enough to actually contain the rogue force of the flames.

Fireball: This spell is simple, one fireball at one target, low-level of difficulty

Burning-Head: This is an upgraded version of the Fireball spell. An eerie phantom head of flames screeches madly across the battlefield, incinerating anything in its path.

Hell-Fire: Hell Fire is the most devastating of all the spells, it lights its target aflame with magical fire, this fire burns with unholy vigour, and nothing can put it out. Eventually, after a few moments, the fire will consume itself and simply dissapear, leaving the scorched and screaming victims dumbstruck.

Wall of Flame: This spell is cast by many mages at once, and lights a wall of fire across the lines of your men. It will burn anyone who tries to pass through, but the mages will be too busy managing the flames to cast any other spells.

This lore has limited combat use. In modern times, it is possible to provide your entire army with weapons and wargear without the aid of mages, but this lore is not dead entirely.

Commandment of Brass: This spell eats away at enemy weapons and armor for a short time, usually reducing it to dust

Rule of Iron: This spell can be used to temporarily trap a target foe. The mage calls out to the iron burried beneath the Earth's surface. It rises up and forms high walls around the opponent, then slowly retreats back to its subterranean home.

Transmutation of the Flesh: This spell is used against enemy independent characters. The warrior is stunned as the mage slowly transforms his body into gold, leaving the enemy as no more than a golden statue.

Touch of Lead: This spell is useful, its effect is that it places an effective barrier against most anti-personal sized missile weapons. Anything larger (bombs, cannonballs, ballista-bolts) will be unafected. The missiles will simply halt in midair at the mage's whim, and fall harmlessly to the ground.

The Lore of souls is the most diabolic of all the lores that one can use. Its mages are often reduced to slavering shadows of themselves, due the corrupting powers of the Damned that are drawn towards him as he weaves his power. Mages should be cautious when using this lore!

Soulbind: This spell can trap a soul in the physical world, chanelling the wandering spirit into a weapon or other piece of wargear. This equipment will then take on a mind of its own, and act as though it is living.

Kiss of Death: Mostly used by assassins, this spell does have limited range. The mage casts this spell on a foe, and essentially takes away one life (injurs/kills him, to say) the damage done by this spell is then converted to energy to invigorate the mage himself.

Touch of Ash: This spell is used in close combat only!! The mage imeddiately kills any foe he touches with bare flesh. The opponent simply rots away. The only way to stop the spell is to either dispell it as normal, or to kill the mage (duh!)

A figure, cloaked in black, with a hood that shadows his or face, steps into the Tower of Hoeth. After perusing through the lore displayed, he or she turns to the mage in charge and speaks in an androgynous (most likely due to a spell or glameur charm) voice.

"Your theories on magic are...interesting...they vary very differently from ours. How, pray tell, do your mages actually get the spells out? And is your magick mostly consisted of spell factors, or does the will and ability of the mage play the more crucial role. I am not here for your trivial education...the schools of my nation are more than sufficient, and I am the Master of my Class. I am here to learn of other magicks...what other mages find that they need. If I find your magicks useful, I will report them back to our Queen. If not, I will leave, and we will continue with our own magickal teachings, honored by time and effective by trial."

The man entered the vast lobby, his shoulder length blond hair waving as he did so. Slung across his shoulders was a black cape, and his clothing matched his somber mood. At his hip was a katana, and his hands crackled with surpresed power.
He looked around at the entrance to the magical college. His nation had recieved the message of the Elves, and he wished to better understand the power that he carried within. He drew a deep breath, and called out, "I am Col. James Cougar, of Snake Eater Special Forces. I am also a bearer of an ability that we know little about: The Black Flame. As I don't understand it completley, I ask that you, the most magical of all races, to help me learn to control this power"
"We do know the following. The Black Flame is both a destructive and constructive power. It can kill, it can revive, take it from there."

Getting the magic 'out'? You mean how do we get the magic out of the earth, or out of us. To get it out of us, I have to reply that it is never in us. The magic that we adhere to is seen as a wind. It blows over all of the earth in streams and eddies. To be a mage, simply means that you can bend this wind to your command. This wind blows invisibly from the North, out of the ruined gate of the Old-Ones. The wind of Fire, for pyromancy, is dry and warm to the touch, it lingers around volcanoes and desarts, the lore of spirits lingers around graveyards, and slithers and crawls slowly along the ground. The lore of life is strongest in forests, streams, and places of nature.
I see also that you are headed her from Kaymiril. That was a strong charm, but 200 years of civilian service has not dimmed my perception of things unseen. Feel free to explore, and as a friend, you are welcom to wander freely through the tower. Farewell.

(ooc: are you suggesting a lore?)

Hmm, you are an odd case. Perhaps I can teach you, perhaps you can teach me. As I just told the princess, all magic flows as a wind, and is not a part of the elven, or human, anatomy. But then, as is apparent by your hands, blackflame magic seems to resonate very strongly near you. I could guess that the wind is drawn to you. If that is the case, then it is no wonder why I have not heard this. We shall have to see what you are capable of, but so far, I would expect you to be a rather powerful pyromancer...

"I am Kaymirilian" began the androgynous voice "But that was never meant to be concealed. Who I am is of no consequence, other than that I am here to see what your magic is. And the magic this man" *nodding toward the man from Snake Eaters* "has does not seem to flow from a wind. It seems, rather, to come from within."

((OOC: May I post my "lore"?))

I am assuming that you know this man? It may be that his magic does come from within, for as I said, I've never encountered this lore. If it does come from him alone, then we have a rare case, and it would probably be best to keep his lore a secret from any prying eyes. Just for his own safety (I doubt he wants to be sought after by every military superpower on the planet). If you want to teach a lore, I just have to ask what it will be based on.

dear head of the white tower i am dante wielder of the one ring i wish to learn all the lores you possese. i am the greatest of dare mage in my nation im a level four

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“Greetings”

The voice came from everywhere and yet nowhere. Not a sound moved through the room yet those present heard the voice, almost a whisper barely heard above the deep silence.

“I have been sent here for the sake of Knowledge, both given and received.”

Again the voice came from nothingness. Those who shared the experience looked around trying to locate the source.

“I have been sent here to assist you in your endeavors. My liege has decided it would be best if certain knowledges were to be shared.”

“I am Galvenor Elvarryinn, one of the most trusted of advisors to Nhur-Galladu, the Emperor of Balrogga and Liege of The Ta’Nar.”

A form materialized. The figure was pale and slightly luminescent. Its transparency was plainly obvious.

“We are a race of mentats, beings who evolved beyond the needs of the mortal form and exists as mental energy. We speak directly to the minds of those who would listen. We have mastered both Psionics and Magics in order to expand ourselves further. We would like to enter your college. We would like to expand your curriculum. We would like to learn all you possess of the Knowleges."

The being looks over at the Guardian.

“I know not where I would fit in your ratings. I am greatly skilled in what I know. Will you accept us?”

Tag

Ah, two new students, Master Dante, and Balrogga. It would seem Master Dante that you come here seeking knowledge of the craft of the Elves. Perhaps you should look about our tower, there is always much to learn. Master Balrogga, you I find very interesting. You live far from us, and have traveled a great distance, for I cannot feel any strong warp or eddies in the winds of magic. Or perhaps you are the last of your kind?
Either way, it would appear that you are quite an ancient reace, and could probably teach much to my pupils, and exchange a great wealth of information with me. You have my permission to wander the tower, as well as to record your teachings.
(ooc: please, I'm trying to avoid people calling magic godmodding, so no 'all superior' lores)

OOC: Personally, I don't believe magic is godmodding, otherwise what about FT?

I'd reconise magic, as long as it doesn't have OMG! bring all troops back to life, or generate unlimited troops, or Invincible forcefields!

tag

TAG, but i should note that the Emperor does not believe in any form of magic and finds those who claim they do amusing.

OOC:

Balrogga is the name of the Empire. The Aide sent by Nhur-Galladu, the Emperor, to the college is Galvenor Elvarryinn.

If you check out the History page of my website you will see the age of the Ta'Nar. We are quite numerous but from quite far away.

First off, you assume incorrectly. But what I sense of this man, and what he describes, sounds very much like tupora fashka magick...magick from within. And the case is not all that rare. Every being has the potential within them to work magick...some stronger than others...odd, though, that he knows so little yet seems to be able to do so much.

The magick of my people is mainly elemental. Our classes of mage depend upon what they do, their levels upon their talent and experience. There are some nonelemental magicks...common to all...and our royal family alone may manipulate pure energy.

dante unshives the darkness reaver his sword and asks where can i fight

ooc: Saphrioth, I don't need to hear how you fight in regard to following post, Mole' I also don't think that magic is godmodding either, but some people have found ways to bend the rules.
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Dante, I can see that you are quite willing to fight something. You may wish to ask captain Minaith in the lower courtyard if perhaps you could spend some time alongside his prized swordmasters. Perhaps the physical exertion will drag some magic out of you.

Anna, your race is quite stubborn on the fact that all of us carry magic on the inside and out. That may be true, so I feel that you probably should teach us how to get the magic out of us. That would be very beneficial in regions like the Deadlands or the Southern Wastes, where the flow of magic is weak.

I assume you speak of your Emperor who sits on the Golden Throne? Yes, I can see that you were brought here from abroad within the bowels of one of your ancient starships. I understand that while the common peasant and soldier is taught to abhorr the psyker, and kill him at sight, that your Emperor employs psykers throughout the imperium. Your Emperor is also a psyker.

(ooc: you play 40K, telegram me 'The Ethereal Dragon')

A large snake appeared outside the doorway. This snake was unusual in two ways, one it had two arms, with two blade like talons on the end, and secondly Its large head pulsed and throbbed with every thought in its mind.

"Please don't fear me, I only come in peace. The ancestor spirits brought me here when the told me of this. According to your teaching, I, and all other Slivers, are quite unusual, in the fact that we have a set of abilities that we are born with, and cannot learn anymore as we grow, What makes us unusual the most is, all our power comes from within. I am quite willing to completly discuss me and my kind, Including our most glorious Queen. Of what you discribed, we only heve one who I guess would be a level four Wizard, but he is really a God. Our sincere belief in him gives him his power. Please don't send me away, I really do wish to add what my species knows to your knowledge, and wish to learn more of your "Lore".

OOC: I really hope you know what a sliver is from Magic: The Gathering. I had to modify them to fit NS.

You mistake me. I am not Princess Annastrianna...and you would do well to not speak of her so familiarly in my presence. A member of the royal line is prohibited, by their very birthright, the class of magick I practice. We serve that line, but we are not of that line. As I said before, who I am is of no consequence to you. If you insist on naming me, call me Renor.

Casting is very simple, really. A mage may choose to draw energy from within him or herself -- tupora fashka -- or from their surroundings. There is energy everywhere...more powerful where there is light and life, but almost as powerful in the mountains or caverns, where the stone is ancient and has had time to absorb that energy. A little bit of focus, and a mage can draw in that energy. Energy from some places is easier to draw and more easily converted, but possible, in any event. When casting, all a mage must do is focus on the effect desired and expend the correct amount of energy. Expend too little, and either nothing will happen or the rest of the required energy will be drawn out of the mage him or herself. Depending on what is cast, that can be quite deadly. And, of course, too much expended is inefficient, and if the mage uses tupora fashka can also be deadly.

OOC: Just so you know...Renor is the Drow word for black. So this guy/girl/? never really gave you a name. And you still haven't answered as to whether or not you want me to post how my nation does magick. You just asked me to teach how to cast.

he cast a burning dark flame on his blade

Galvenor looked over at Dante and quietly spoke to him.

"Please, we are not here to fight each other. We are here to learn the Eldritch Arts. Can you please put that away before someone gets hurt?"

"He" turned to The Eternal Dragon representative (you haven't given a name to him as far as I could see so I don't know what to call you).

"Indeed our origin lies far away from here. We have become a sort of wanderers over time. We have picked up much knowledge in our travels and we would be willing to share them. There are a great number of us in our nation and we are trying to find our way home. We will succeed in our search. Along the way we wish to help the other races we encounter.”

Galvenor turned to Renor and gave a slight bow.

“Greetings Renor. I feel about you an aura of potential. You have great promise. Perhaps you could show me how you channel the energy from your environment and from within. I am perplexed how you accomplish this. As an energy being, I don’t have to overcome the resistance the body imposes upon magic. I would be interested in studying this at some time.”

ddante draws the darknes reaver close to him fearing thos sreange bieng and he be gan chanting a s[ell of defence.

The figure turns its head toward Dante.

"Put it away and do stop that needless paranoia. No one here will hurt you until you make a move to harm someone else. At which point you die."

It then turns its head to Galvenor Elvarryinn, and makes a slight halfbow, spreading out its hands.

"I would have to watch you cast to see how my people's energy-gathering techniques would apply to your people."

OOC: Drow are not known for their patience. ^_^ Renor is doing very well to not just blow Dante up, lol.

We would like to assist your magic's knowledge by bringing you a mana sapling from our forests of Recanis(Recanis was the city of the sages.)

he mubled the counter spell to the fire he sheaved the darkness reaver

"My kind doesn't even think about it when we do use our powers, we just do it. I miss the Æther. Æther is a special Energy found on Riptide. It is highly Radioactive. It was also responsible for us gaining our powers, well that and the BORG genetic experiments that were performed on us.

Renor, it would seem that we are all rather curious about your magics, so please, teach us a lore- or two.

Sephrioth, if you plan on remaining in my presence, I suggest that you keep your blade sheathed. If you want to practice that kind of magic, then go and hunt some of the brigands in your home-country. Please, open your ears, I am only here to teach.

I also see that we have a Sliver present, my race has heard of your exploits but -pray forgiveness- never thought of you as terribly intelligent, obviously we were wrong, for we had plans to capture and discect one (ooc: just kidding LOL)

As for the Mana tree, if it is anything like the trees in our courtyard, which simply grow by magic, or the oblisks around our isle, which trap useable magic, we have little need of it, but will accept it as a gift. If it does anything else, please tell us, and send us a sappling.

Friends, I offer my most sincere apologies for failing to introduce myself. My name is Sariour. In the language of my people, it bears multiple meanings. The meanings though are of little matter.

As I have said, our Magicks are mostly Elemental. The elements are assigned different colors.

First and most common elemental mage is the Brown class. They are the least powerful. The earth and all things in it, as well as all things growing on it are their domain. From it they draw the most power. Because of the versatility of the Earth, this mage can also have the most uses out of any mage. Aside from the Masters being able to summon the Behemoth should need arise, they are used for scouting ahead, for farm work, for mining, and for other various and sundry common functions.

Next is the White class mage. They utilize the air as their focus, and can predict and control weather. Their ability to summon up storms varies directly with their talent. The Masters can call up a hurricane on a whim...novices can barely summon a cloud.

Then is the Red class mage. They deal in pyromancy, and I should not have to explain that very far.

Blue class mage. They have limited weather control abilities, mainly they control the waters. The Masters from two lines have the ability to summon the Leviathan from the deep.

Silver class mages can read the heavens, and most have some precognitive abilities. Masters of this class, few though there are, can do so much as manipulate such things as asteroids or meteors...and the odd comet or two. It is to this class the Princess would belong if she were a mage instead of our future Queen.

Gold class mages control time. They can speed it up or slow it down, in certain places, according to need. Masters of the Gold class can even change the passage of time in places they cannot and never will see.

Gray class mages. The healers, and the most common class of mage in our nation. While there isn't a child among our kind who cannot cure minor injuries, the Masters of our Gray class might even be able to restore a fallen man to life. They will not do it often, or for no reason, or for profit. It takes someone extraordinary to be brought back. Other than that, as long as a man lives, mages past the novice level are able to fully remedy almost any ailment.

"Levels" of mage:

We do not number our levels. We do show differences in rank by different clothing.

Novices wear simple tunics and slacks (or skirts, depending upon preference) of the color their magick corresponds to.

When they have a certain level of control over their magick (it differs from class to class) they gain a cloak.

At the next level they gain a half mask.

Then come gloves.

After, a full mask.

Masters wear a full cloak with cowl, and a half mask.

Non-class magicks:

Warmancy: utilized by our warriors, this includes such abilities as entrapping enemies in illusions, entrapping them in the dark, and war kinesis, which can get very ugly, as it includes the ability to rip an opponent's heart out of his chest.

Barrier spells: simple defensive spells. They require low energy, for high defensive output.

Energy attacks: Our royal family may attack with pure energy. The rest of the population, however, has to convert it.

Destructive energy: Energy drawn from surroundings laced with pure destructive intent.

Evocation: Energy drawn from surroundings and combined with the will for things to be made whole or better. Some of the more talented ones can build a house in a couple of days, given the material.

Kinetics: Telekinesis, used to move objects with only will, no physical effort.

Teleportation: The spontaneous transport from one area to another.

Telepathy: A curse more than anything, and very rare.

Transformation: A few lines have the ability to assume different shapes. Most often the particular form is dictated by genetics, but some variations allow for different forms among family members, and there are a few lines with the true "shapeshifter" ability.
That is the basis of our magick.

im sorry my lord dante says i did not know the black burn is forbiden in my nation all mages learn it. he bows is thier any where i can store the reaver the reaver has power over me.

"So," The sliver says conversationally "You think of telepathy as a curse? why not simply turn it off? I know among my kind, if a Synapse or Mnemonic sliver shows signs of insanity, we turn his powers off. If a power can be unlocked within a being thus they can also be sealed. Others also have diffrent powers, like for instance, muscle slivers can actually increase strength in other Slivers, we don't know if we can "Help" other species yet, The Reactor slivers are a rare breed though, they stor massive amounts of energy, that other breeds use in turn to have secondary abilities, or better their first. Don't attack one though, they are highly unstable when attacked and may accidently release all their energy at once.

Lord Dante if you wish to be rid of the reaver, I am sure if I pray hard enough to Warfare, he will appear and create an extra diminsional pcket for you to put it in. if you want to be free of it for every, he could even colpase it for you thereby destroying the reaver forever."

Renor puts his/her? fingertips together. His/her? hands are encased in black gloves of an unidentified material, and s/he? looks at the sliver.

"I am not a telepath, but I have telepathic friends, and the line I serve has high-level empathy. As far as I know, it is not something that can be turned "on" or "off" at will. They have excersizes to control it while they are awake, this much I know...but they are the most likely of any to suffer nightmares."

I am assuming that you know this man? It may be that his magic does come from within, for as I said, I've never encountered this lore. If it does come from him alone, then we have a rare case, and it would probably be best to keep his lore a secret from any prying eyes. Just for his own safety (I doubt he wants to be sought after by every military superpower on the planet). If you want to teach a lore, I just have to ask what it will be based on.

I must confess, the Black Flame does come from within. It is not a specific form of magic such as you teach here *gestures around*. I would very much like to know if you can help me devise a secure method of using it. I am not afraid of military superpowers attempting to utilise me. Snake Eaters is a very powerful militaristic nation and it would be foolhardy to challenge us

I could probably teach you exactly how to use your "Black Flame" ...but I would have to watch you cast, first.

"Sariour, If you wish to Disect a Sliver, feel free. When we die, our spirits imiediatly join the ancestors for judgement. If we pass, we become an ancestor, if we fail, our souls are destroyed on the spot for eternety. The secrets to our powers leave with our souls either way. It would be no problem for an honoured ancestor to bring his body here for study." The sliver said. The one thing that could never be said about Slivers is that they weren't willing to share, or learn.




OOC: If you ask for a description of their powers I will give it to you, just understand that I had to modify Slivers for NS.

OOC: Ah, at last. A chance to use the Fantasy Tech side of my nation!

IC: A man, or simply a figure in long, white robes, stepped through the air. He walked towards the drow, looking slightly amused.

"I have watched you, and believe I may add some light to the matter. I am knowledgeable, and have a hypothesis on magic I wish to share. Although a simple hypothesis, I believe it to be quite profound."

He clears his throat, and then begins "Magic is a simple use of energy, bound by the will of the induvidual wielding it. The energy latent in the ground, for instance, the heat latent in the ground can be drawn out, and thrust through a funnel of will to cause a fireball. Or water can be frozen with the inherent coldness around and in it to turn in to an ice bolt. Of course, life magicks and death magics require expenditure from the induvidual, as opposed to expenditure from nature. Magic is essentially psychic powers bound in with the elements."

He stopped, realising he'd got caught up in his lecture again. At his post at the College of Truth and Light in Tyrael Fortress, he had oftimes lectured for hours on end, boring his students to the extreme end of restlessness.

His face had a tiny bit of a flushed look to it, as people do when mildly embarrassed. Looking around him, he decided to introduce himself.

"I am Ael Kathar, from the College of Truth and Light in Tyrael Fortress. I have come here upon hearing that another way of the teaching of magics has been found, and, as High Sorcerer of the Pure Crystal, I have decided to learn all that I can. Of course, I wish to teach also"

He conjured up an invisible plate of force underneath him, and sat down, waiting for a reply.

Suddenly, he saw the Sliver. "Amazing!" He exclaimed. "A Sliver! We of the College have undergone many attempt to create such a being, but the unifying power which strengthens the group so intesely is incredibly hard to duplicate. We have done some experiments on an extremely minor scale, but cannot correctly study on such a small scale"

With a large smile stretched across his wizened face, he felt extremely happy as he sat down once more.

"Oh, my apologies for sitting down and not offering you a seat. However, I have a bone sickness which has weakened me as I grow older, and the less pressure I put on my bones the better."

"Er... well, according to the BORG genetic testing, they had to combine the the paths of Science, and Magic in order to breed us. When fist created though, we could not even control ourselves and ended up fighting anything in sight that was alive. Throughout the tests, the BORG regularly used the powers of the stars, thinks to the knowledgable people of Xessmithia. They put us all to sleep and focused the stars entire powers on creating the queen as a means of unifying and controling us. They made a mistake though. It unified us, and even allowed us to control ourselves, but they still had no authority over us. After we discovered that we could control ourselves, but the BORG couldn't, we rose as one and destroyed the BORG without a second thought. The knowledge on how to make more of use is a part of the old queens DNA structure. You say you are sick, Essence Slivers have great healing powers, I bet I could get the ancestors to bring one here to heal you."
the Synapse Sliver said.

I could probably teach you exactly how to use your "Black Flame" ...but I would have to watch you cast, first.

Fair enough. Any particular skill? I can destroy, control objects, even cause recovery from greivous wounds. I'll settle for the control in this case...
*closes eyes, as if in deep thought. Suddenly, ebony black flame erupts around him and his hands flicker with some sort of energy. The chair in the corner suddenly flies acroos the room and smashes on the opposite wall*
"Like I said, I fear a lack of control. That is why I do not use the ablity to damage or destroy"

A man, or simply a figure in long, white robes, stepped through the air. He walked towards the drow, looking slightly amused.

"I have watched you, and believe I may add some light to the matter. I am knowledgeable, and have a hypothesis on magic I wish to share. Although a simple hypothesis, I believe it to be quite profound."

He clears his throat, and then begins "Magic is a simple use of energy, bound by the will of the induvidual wielding it. The energy latent in the ground, for instance, the heat latent in the ground can be drawn out, and thrust through a funnel of will to cause a fireball. Or water can be frozen with the inherent coldness around and in it to turn in to an ice bolt. Of course, life magicks and death magics require expenditure from the induvidual, as opposed to expenditure from nature. Magic is essentially psychic powers bound in with the elements."


Yes and no. For my kind, magick is instinctive, and therefore needs no "simply profound" definitions. You define heat as the lack of cold, and cold as the lack of heat. This is wrong. The two forces are themselves, in and of themselves. The Blue class mage takes water from the air and joins it with cold to create ice...the Red class mage must focus to produce fire, not merely summon it as heat.
Life and death magicks are not such as you say. Everything that lives, and that has ever lived, radiates off energy. Some cultures call it an "aura," but this is not quite correct. The energy spreads out, but does not dissipate. This is called fashka. It is not as pure or powerful as energy from the mage him or herself. That is tupora fashka, living energy. When a mage needs to, he can call on fashka to bend to his will. The very act of gathering and focusing energy requires a little bit of the mage's own energy, but not much. Not enough to count. The manipulation of that energy requires concentration, and force of will. This is why we all practice kinetics and medidation.
Now, as to why life and death magicks are not as you say.
The Gray class mages may call upon this energy and bend it to heal wounds, or rarely return spirits to bodies. They require no more personal energy from the mage than a similarly leveled cast would require from a different class.
And though we do not practice necromancy, I can tell you that it does require a little more tupora fashka, but, again, there is enough fashka floating around that it would not terribly drain a mage.

Renor then turns to the Snake Eaters' representative.

Fair enough. Any particular skill? I can destroy, control objects, even cause recovery from greivous wounds. I'll settle for the control in this case...
*closes eyes, as if in deep thought. Suddenly, ebony black flame erupts around him and his hands flicker with some sort of energy. The chair in the corner suddenly flies acroos the room and smashes on the opposite wall*
"Like I said, I fear a lack of control. That is why I do not use the ablity to damage or destroy"

Unlike most beginning mages, who spend too little concentration for their magick, you seem to spend too much, and don't know how to control it.

*S/he? reaches out her hand and telekinetically picks up the chair and its pieces, a brief swirl of magic around it and it is whole again*

Take it again...and be gentle this time. Relax. You aren't lifting eight hundred pounds with one arm, you're taking this chair from here...*sets it down* to there...*places a glowing marker with the wave of his/her? hand*

“Hmmm, it almost appears to be a physical manifestation of psionic ability. Some cultures believe their powers are emitted from various body parts, such as the head, hands, heart, ect… In this case it could be telekinesis.”

Galvenor thought for a minute.

“Then again we have also observed several cultures that had physical manifestations of their magical abilities. The Dralons usually have their magic “colored” by personal preferences and I have known mages and priests who lace their magic to appear more pleasing to their likes. One priest I met even had every spell she could cast laced with fire. It looked pretty intimidating to see a flaming hand reach out and burn the wounds away when she was healing her injured comrades.”

“Could you please demonstrate your talent again? I would like to first cast an enchantment to assist my analyze both the casting and effects”


With his will Galvenor reached within himself and found the strings that tied him to the rest of the Multiverse. He manipulated the one tied to the supernatural essence of the Multiverse and used it to open his eyes to the workings of the supernatural and magical environment around him. Galvenor’s eyes began to glow a light blue.

“I am ready.”


OOC:

If you agree to cast again, post what I would be able to discover. You know how your magic works better than anyone on NS. I leave the description to you…

If Galvenor can see anything else of interest from any of the other characters or the area around him, please post it.

This is the True Sight spell from AD&D. Not the first level Detect Magic or Analyze Magic

Yes and no. Magick is For my kind, magick is instinctive, and therefore needs no "simply profound" definitions. You define heat as the lack of cold, and cold as the lack of heat. This is wrong. The two forces are themselves, in and of themselves. The Blue class mage takes water from the air and joins it with cold to create ice...the Red class mage must focus to produce fire, not merely summon it as heat.
Life and death magicks are not such as you say. Everything that lives, and that has ever lived, radiates off energy. Some cultures call it an "aura," but this is not quite correct. The energy spreads out, but does not dissipate. This is called fashka. It is not as pure or powerful as energy from the mage him or herself. That is tupora fashka, living energy. When a mage needs to, he can call on fashka to bend to his will. The very act of gathering and focusing energy requires a little bit of the mage's own energy, but not much. Not enough to count. The manipulation of that energy requires concentration, and force of will. This is why we all practice kinetics and medidation.
Now, as to why life and death magicks are not as you say.
The Gray class mages may call upon this energy and bend it to heal wounds, or rarely return spirits to bodies. They require no more personal energy from the mage than a similarly leveled cast would require from a different class.
And though we do not practice necromancy, I can tell you that it does require a little more tupora fashka, but, again, there is enough fashka floating around that it would not terribly drain a mage.

Renor then turns to the Snake Eaters' representative.



Unlike most beginning mages, who spend too little concentration for their magick, you seem to spend too much, and don't know how to control it.

*S/he? reaches out her hand and telekinetically picks up the chair and its pieces, a brief swirl of magic around it and it is whole again*

Take it again...and be gentle this time. Relax. You aren't lifting eight hundred pounds with one arm, you're taking this chair from here...*sets it down* to there...*places a glowing marker with the wave of his/her? hand*

"Alright, but don't expect a miracle" *relaxs every muscle to a point, then once again closes eyes. Flame appears, but this time is subdued, as though under some form of control. The chair lifts off the ground and begins to move through the air, quickly at first, but slowly losing momentum as the magick is brought under control. Chair is set down inside the marker* "Now that is a real surprise"

My suggestion to you is to meditate an hour every morning, and partake every evening in a relaxing form of excercise. Your mind needs to be clear and your spirit relaxed.
Also, when you cast, focus on breathing. If you strain, you do not breathe. In breath is all. Then, when you practice, practice control. Set goals, and keep to them. Work your way larger or smaller gradually...magick cannot all be taken in one lump sum. I have worked at the mastery of mine for four hundred years...one does not even move beyond novice in my nation until at least seventy five years of study.

As for the Mana tree, if it is anything like the trees in our courtyard, which simply grow by magic, or the oblisks around our isle, which trap useable magic, we have little need of it, but will accept it as a gift. If it does anything else, please tell us, and send us a sappling.



The mana tree is a tree which helps produce or amplify mana around the continent or should we say all of the planet. This sapling can only generate enough mana for a city, it also helps creatures both man and beast live longer lives by freeing them of their stress. The tree also allow many specimens to exist such as spirits,dragons and whatnot.

OOC: The italic thing aint working on this older comp I'm using, so there will be no italics

The wizened old man smiled, and spoke again. "Tupora Faska. An interesting theorem, although I know of the inherent energy/spirit that lies all around us. However, harnessing such a spirit is much harder to control that your own life/energy, although it uses less of your power.
I did not define heat and cold as the lack of one another,but more as a balance. The more heat there is around you, the less cold there is to draw upon. The more cold there is around you... vice versa.
However, reviving a person is more difficult than it seems. You must know the person, and revive them before their energy dissipates, and become what you call fashka. Also, you must be able to revive every system in the body, and heal it. I agree with you that necromancy is a practice that should not be used often, although I'm sorry to say the students who continually revive me don't agree with you.

The old man suddenly collapses onto the ground, his face turning blue.



(OOC: The reason I'm trying to use the 'own life energy' theory, is because we are trying to regulate magic here, and make it into a less godmoddy force. Having to use your own life energy makes mages less powerful, and thereby less godmoddy)

Unable to help the old man, the synapse Sliver simply stared.
"Among our kind Revivel is similar, upon reflection. You see, the crypt Slivers are the only ones with the ability to revive the dead, yet even they have limits. If a Crypt is by himself, he must revive the fallen within one hour or else the Soul is lost forever, Reviving takes a great deal of effort and therefore causes the Crypt Sliver to fall in a deep slumber for several hours. If a Reactor Sliver accompanies the Crypt Sliver, than the crypt Sliver has exactly 24 hours. but he also goes into a coma for aproximatly seven days.I can bring more Slivers here in demonstration if you wish." The synapse Sliver offered.

I am not a Gray class mage, I do not know the mechanics of their highest order of magic. You claim to be a sorceror...but how can that be, if you have been revived several times? My master was brought back shortly before I ascended to my current rank, and after death he could not even kinetically move a feather.

*S/he? watches the old man fall, and kinetically lifts him back up, infusing him with a small amount of fashka*

Try breathing a moment. And fashka is not a theorum...it is a fact. Proven by generations of use.

((OOC: Different mages have different talent and different weaknesses. There is no such thing as a be-all end-all mage. There might be a be-all end-all team of mages, but if you take out one member, the whole house of cards falls apart. I don't see tupora fashka as godmodding.))

My suggestion to you is to meditate an hour every morning, and partake every evening in a relaxing form of excercise. Your mind needs to be clear and your spirit relaxed.
Also, when you cast, focus on breathing. If you strain, you do not breathe. In breath is all. Then, when you practice, practice control. Set goals, and keep to them. Work your way larger or smaller gradually...magick cannot all be taken in one lump sum. I have worked at the mastery of mine for four hundred years...one does not even move beyond novice in my nation until at least seventy five years of study.

I do not have four hundred years. We are limited in my nation. Also, I am pressed for time. Even now, my brothers in arms are involved in a conflict that I must be a part of.
But, given your mastery of this subject and my naivety, I shall adhere to your suggestions. Once I learn to control this power of mine, then I shall be gone from this place. That will not be the last of me however...

Then we shall have to accelerate your training. Although I expect you back to learn true mastery. In times of trials, specific abilities may be focused on so that a warrior/healer/mage can get out onto the field without looking like too much of an idiot. What skills, in particular, do you need to learn before you head out?

I will most likely need the powers of warriors and healers combined for the up-coming battles. Although I have not been fully briefed, I am assured that I have a total of 4 weeks in order to learn basic control. At the conclusion of the conflict, I will return to this place to learn true mastery

Combative magic, as well as control, I will be able to help you with. We'll work on that for a while, and then I will leave and call Mith...our Gray class master. Mith will be able to help you with healing magick.

Whatever else you do, be sure to return here. The partially trained mage is dangerous, to himself most of all.

((Mith is the Drow word for Grey, as Renor is for Black. Can't give you real names or genders...these mage types are secretive.))

" You know," The Sliver says listening to the excange, "it's ashame none of you have a group mind ability, I mean shucks, with a hive mind, all you would have to work on is the physical aspects of training, because the two of you,as well as anyone else in the hive, would simply share the knowledge. I don't know if that is a good idea or not, but the possibility is there."

" You know," The Sliver says listening to the excange, "it's ashame none of you have a group mind ability, I mean shucks, with a hive mind, all you would have to work on is the physical aspects of training, because the two of you,as well as anyone else in the hive, would simply share the knowledge. I don't know if that is a good idea or not, but the possibility is there."
I don't like the idea of other people being able to 'see' what is going through my mind

"Eh, it isn't for everyone." The sliver responded.

And I doubt that any humanoids or elvenoids would much appreciate such a thing. As I said...my race views telepathy as more a curse than anything...to be a drone...one of many, many of one...it is a frightening thought to us. We are unique. And that gives us reason to exist.

And I doubt that any humanoids or elvenoids would much appreciate such a thing. As I said...my race views telepathy as more a curse than anything...to be a drone...one of many, many of one...it is a frightening thought to us. We are unique. And that gives us reason to exist.

Yes, I agree. My race encounted a form of life known as the Borg not so long ago (Yes, its from Star Trek, so sue me ;)). They existed on this level, and they were a violent... well i don't believe you could call them a race anymore. We had to fight fierce battles to drive them from our space, losing many millions of lives in the process. This has caused an inherrent fear of this form of life

((Star Trek! Star Trek FOREVER!))

Renor nods. "We have long known of such beings. We merely hope to never encounter them...were a mage "assimilated" there could be...dire...consequences."

Galvenor looks over at the assembled mages while they are discussing the topic of Telepathy.

"So, you disaprove of our existance? We are composed entirely of thought energy. The only way we can communicate is through Psi."

Renor's head turns sharply toward Galvenor, and the being would be able to feel his/her? penetrating gaze.

"It is not our place to judge what is right for other life forms. We can only judge that which is best for ourselves. When a majority of individuals in a society -- however that society is formed -- decide that a decision, action, state of being, is good or bad for them, then society as a whole has spoken. Your society exists ethereally, and presuming you are all not suicidal, has decided that that is the best way for them. My race, our races, exist corporeally, and with the exception of the Sliver, our races have determined that individiality, and thought separate from that of the other members of our races...the other members of each other's races...is best for us. As we cannot judge you, you too cannot judge us."

"We have individuality, we just also have the ability to share our thoughts in a hive mind, such an ability is quite helpful in battle. Our God, King Warfare, was once a mage, he discovered BORG Technology, he assimilated himself, he tried to spread his control across the entire universe, eventually he created us to be his 'perfect' weapons, but resisted his rule, we destroyed the BORG and their technology entirely. That which remains is our technology. We worsip him because of his power, he is bound by our faith to protect and help us. If you wish to meet him I can summon him here." The Sliver Explained.

OOC: Please note that The Worship of King Warfare is Entirely IC and made up.

"Well," Sariour began "I can see what happens when I leave you all to your own devices. You are all quite capable o fsharing you knowledge with those present. This is excellent, exactly what I wanted, the sharing of magical knowledge for use by all nations." He looked around, and slowly began twirling a finger, a red aura began to collect around, then the aura burst into flame. The rasied the temperature by 10degrees in the general location. His other finger, which had been steadily summoning a blue aura, came up and met that of the red. The two made a puff of steam and extinguished. "What a fun little parlour trick" he said. I agree with the idea of calling upon inherent energies around us, such as hot and cold, to create our magic. It is alot like my own race's magic. I guess that for some of you, that would fall under the Psi or Telekinetic areas, and further branch into pyrokinetic and similar areas. It is interesting to know that there are other ways of casting magic from inside you, that are equally balanced."

OOC: I am considering two ideas, the first is to put all of our ideas on NS magic into the NSarea of the forum, and have no-posting there, or to quote all of the theories in the first lore post of this forum.

Without balance, there can be no magick. There are many opposing forces in this world. Classic examples are:

Darkness and Light
Order and Chaos
"Good" and "Evil"
Heat and Cold
Earth and Air
Water and Fire

Along with many thousands more. In some areas of the world, there is more Order than Chaos, therefore, to have the most effective magick, Chaos must be invoked. In places where Chaos outweighs Order the opposite is true. Granted, Chaos invoked in Chaos will still have effect, but not as much as Order.

Do not assume that there is less Chaos than Order in this world. Have you ever seen the battlefield after a large war? It is a horrendous place to be, but you learn to deal with something such as this. I find it hard to believe that Order outweighs Chaos in this case.
On the subject of telepathy. After the Borg incursion, in which I was involved, I felt the deepest loathing for this form of magick. I can accept those of you use it as a form of communication for peaceful purposes, but if it used in a hostile manner than be very careful around me.
Kaymil, I would gladly accept you and your fellow mages guidance in my training, when can we start

I said that a balance was required, between Chaos and Order. While I know that a battlefield gathers Chaos, I also know that Order gathers in the places where we train. If the balance is ever shaken severely, the earth would tear itself asunder.

We start your training, Col. Cougar, when you are prepared.

Is Seltic magic, like, for basketball players? Wouldn't Seltic magic be really pathetic, on account of how the Selts really sucked at warfare and whatnot?

Why would anyone want to know about the magical practices of Caucasian aborigines anyway? They were, like, really primitive. Most of their magic had to do with bathing in woad and yelling alot and such.

I said that a balance was required, between Chaos and Order. While I know that a battlefield gathers Chaos, I also know that Order gathers in the places where we train. If the balance is ever shaken severely, the earth would tear itself asunder.

We start your training, Col. Cougar, when you are prepared.

I am ready. Let us begin

"Sit down. Close your eyes, and breathe deeply in. Hold your breath inside you for a moment. Feel the space that it takes up inside you. Release your breath slowly. Notice how it joins with the air outside of you, as if it had never been within you. Continue breathing, in and out, slowly, steadily. Focus on the pattern of your breathing, and the sound of my voice. Nothing else exists until I say otherwise."

Renor lets him stay this way for a few moments, while s/he? goes on.

"I can tell you came here troubled, but do not focus on that trouble. To focus on trouble while attempting magick amplifies that trouble in a mage's mind. It has ruined many mages. I tell you now that when you cast, have no emotion in your mind or heart. To cast with hate allows the hate to grow in you, and consume you from within. To cast with fear will destroy you equally...to cast in love is most likely to have adverse affects, not on the mage, but on the person he or she would claim to love. Cast only with your purpose in mind."

The mage, cloaked in black, paused to let the human digest what s/he? had just said.

"Now, become aware of the blood rushing through your veins. Is it warm? Cold? What else is in your blood besides the plasma that allows it to flow, the cells that transfer vital oxygen to your cells? What is there, besides the cells that destroy disease and cause your wounds to scab? Is there anything? Locate the source of your magick, this "Black Flame." What is its nature? Examine it closely, feel it...know it. Tell me, as you examine it within you, what do you feel?"

A form solidified out of the air next to the Sliver."Interesting my magic is mostly drawn from within and each spell cast makes the mage weaker and with less control than before the mage cast the said spell.eventually the said mage would have to rest, and/or meditate to regain the lost strength and control" it said in low tones.
The form was shrouded in silver robes so that one could not make out what the being underneath looked like, although from the voice it was probably male.The being looked over to the lesson that was taking place and decided it should not interupt.
" Greetings, Sliver. I am Albereth landsetter. I would ask of you how you harness your abilities, for we have wondered how you do for many years."Having said this the form bowed to the Sliver.





ooc:i dont want to interupt the lesson so if its ok for me to rp just say so in ooc.if it's not consider this one long winded TAG!

"Sit down. Close your eyes, and breathe deeply in. Hold your breath inside you for a moment. Feel the space that it takes up inside you. Release your breath slowly. Notice how it joins with the air outside of you, as if it had never been within you. Continue breathing, in and out, slowly, steadily. Focus on the pattern of your breathing, and the sound of my voice. Nothing else exists until I say otherwise."

Renor lets him stay this way for a few moments, while s/he? goes on.

"I can tell you came here troubled, but do not focus on that trouble. To focus on trouble while attempting magick amplifies that trouble in a mage's mind. It has ruined many mages. I tell you now that when you cast, have no emotion in your mind or heart. To cast with hate allows the hate to grow in you, and consume you from within. To cast with fear will destroy you equally...to cast in love is most likely to have adverse affects, not on the mage, but on the person he or she would claim t
o love. Cast only with your purpose in mind."

The mage, cloaked in black, paused to let the human digest what s/he? had just said.

"Now, become aware of the blood rushing through your veins. Is it warm? Cold? What else is in your blood besides the plasma that allows it to flow, the cells that transfer vital oxygen to your cells? What is there, besides the cells that destroy disease and cause your wounds to scab? Is there anything? Locate the source of your magick, this "Black Flame." What is its nature? Examine it closely, feel it...know it. Tell me, as you examine it within you, what do you feel?"

Col. Cougar sat quietly, his mind focused on his task so much that all external conversation was blocked. He had flet like this before, but it was different now. He could see his blood cells flowing, but for the first time he saw somethign else. Everything was ringed by ebony black flame. Now he knew where his power came from. "It comes from within, but I cannot definatley state the source. I feel... strange. As though nothing affects me. The Flame simply exists. It has no begginning, it has no end. It just is. Other than that I cannot see any further. I am sorry" He hung his head, as though in shame

Silently, Renor levitated him/herself? off of the floor. Speaking in the same flat, androgynous voice, s/he? nodded.

"There are magicks that just are. Your magick appears to flow through your blood...meaning the center is probably in your bones, where the blood comes from, but the focus is probably in your heart, which directs the blood. Focus your attention without. Do not open your eyes."

The mage changed his/her? position, levitating around her/his? pupil. "Tell me...where am I now?"

S/he? stopped at what Cougar might label as "11 o'clock," on a flat plane, but about a foot above the floor. S/he then teleported to directly behind the Colnel, so that the sound of his/her? voice didn't ruin the point of the excersize.

OOC:

Unless you changed them from the Borg used in the show, they used technology to link together and acheive a hive mentality. They did not use Psi. It was all computers. They were cyborgs, not psiborgs. Like I said, I do not know if you changed the Borg.

OOC:

Psi-borgs are something I have been considering developing but I don't have the reason IC to do so.

If I do, then I get the copywrite on them....

The Sliver was startled at someone suddenly appearing next to him, after a few a few hisses in pure Sliverese, the sliver began to speak:

"You surprised me sir, I was not expecting someone to appear right next to me. The way we grasp our powers is remarkably simple. Each of them have been bred into our very DNA, which resulted in the diffrent breeds, and is why the Queen is Asexual. Over centuries of practice, it became second nature. Perhaps we can find a large courtyard where I can summon one of each breed, excluding the Queen, and we will practice our abilities, and you may study them." The sliver said.

Silently, Renor levitated him/herself? off of the floor. In the same flat, androgynous voice, s/he? nodded.

"There are magicks that just are. Your magick appears to flow through your blood...meaning the center is probably in your bones, where the blood comes from, but the focus is probably in your heart, which directs the blood. Focus your attention without. Do not open your eyes."

The mage changed his/her? position, levitating around her/his? pupil. "Tell me...where am I now?"

S/he? stopped at what Cougar might label as "11 o'clock," on a flat plane, but about a foot above the floor. S/he then teleported to directly behind the Colnel, so that the sound of his/her? voice didn't ruin the point of the excersize.

Col. Cougar sat very still, concentrating, but only so he could find his power. After a few minutes of silent contemplation, a picture began to appear before his eyes, and Renor was not where he/she? should have been.
Cougar drew his katana swiftly, leveling the blade at Renor, who flinched slightly, "Nice try. Didn't really work did it"

OOC: You can't put me flinching. Renor's faced worse than katanas as part of basic training, and basically, another character's actions are their own business.

IC:
*Renor maintains her/his? position as Cougar draws his blade*
Actually, it worked very well. A bit slow, though.*A hint of sharpness works its way into the mage's voice.* However, I will warn you...draw on me again, and your training is over, and you can figure out how your abilities work on your own. The pupil does not threaten the master.

OOC: You can't put me flinching. Renor's faced worse than katanas as part of basic training, and basically, another character's actions are their own business.

IC:
*Renor maintains her/his? position as Cougar draws his blade*
Actually, it worked very well. A bit slow, though.*A hint of sharpness works its way into the mage's voice.* However, I will warn you...draw on me again, and your training is over, and you can figure out how your abilities work on your own. The pupil does not threaten the master.

I am sorry. I am a solider by nature, and instinct has been honed to this matter. It will not happen again *bows head in respect, sheathing the blade as he does so*.

The purpose of this excersize is to test your levels of awareness. What you can feel of the world around you. You are a part of this world, and therefore connected in some way or another to every other inhabitant, be it a person, an animal, a plant, or an inanimate object. There more acute your level of perception is, the less you need to depend on your eyes. This "sixth sense" is especially useful because you can see through illusions if you've mastered it well enough.

The Sliver was startled at someone suddenly appearing next to him, after a few a few hisses in pure Sliverese, the sliver began to speak:

"You surprised me sir, I was not expecting someone to appear right next to me. The way we grasp our powers is remarkably simple. Each of them have been bred into our very DNA, which resulted in the diffrent breeds, and is why the Queen is Asexual. Over centuries of practice, it became second nature. Perhaps we can find a large courtyard where I can summon one of each breed, excluding the Queen, and we will practice our abilities, and you may study them." The sliver said.

"That would be most agreeable and, if I may ask, what may I call you?"Asked Albereth."I would also be glad to share information on how I cast my magic.

Without asking his permission, the Synapse Sliver picked up abernath with the power of Telekineses, and simply floated the both of them outside the tower, settingboth parties down, the Synapse Sliver said,:
"I am simply known as a Synapse Sliver, among Slivers, there is no need for names, we can tell each other apart well enough, all humanoids look the same to us though, it's the mind, the mind that makes the diffrence. Simply call me and others of my breed, Synapse Sliver. We have great powers in Telepathy and Telekinesis, and, we can eat the minds of other things, three things result from this,
A) they go insane, or
B) they go into a deep coma until such a time that their bodies can no longer support them, their mind repairs itself, or, an outside force causes death.
Or C) they simply die on the spot. Mysteriously, idiots remain unaffected."

The sliver prays in pure sliverese, a language no one can comprhend unless taught by the Queen herself, to Warfare, asking him to aid the Sliver in his attempt to teach the outside world about his powers. As an answer, a glow appears in midair, it looks like a small spark of gold colored energy, slowly it expands until a 12 foot man, yes, a 12 foot man with Red Hair, and red eyes, stands next to the Sliver. Everyone within a 1 mile radius could feel his power. Not wanting to frighten anybody, he quiets this down to a barely noticeable blip.

"I am Warfare, God of the Slivers, allow me to help you learn of them. The synapse you have already met, now you shall meet a Spectral Sliver." Warfare said.

Turning off to the side, a small cloud of vapor rises, until a ghost appears near Abernath.

"I am a Spectral Sliver, a spirit of the dead Slivers long past. I am also refered to as an ancestor spirit. I have two powers, one is to open a gate way between two points, this is similar to a teleportation spell, although range is limited, when more Ancestors gather range is increased. My second power rivals the entire Temporal Research Comission of Indra Prime. I can open a gate way between two diffrent points in time, they need not be in the same phisical location, for one Gate may be here, now, while the second may be on Mars, in the year 1800, on top of Olympus Mons. This is because Time is more like a Cube than a line. Once again personal range is limited. However, the more ancestors, the greator the Range. Any Questions?" The Sectral sliver asked.

The purpose of this excersize is to test your levels of awareness. What you can feel of the world around you. You are a part of this world, and therefore connected in some way or another to every other inhabitant, be it a person, an animal, a plant, or an inanimate object. There more acute your level of perception is, the less you need to depend on your eyes. This "sixth sense" is especially useful because you can see through illusions if you've mastered it well enough.

OOC: kinda stealing from Star Wars, with everything being connected, but there u go. Its all gd :)

IC: I believe this may be an ablity which I did not factor in. I shall have to work on this. What other skills can you teach me, not only in the interest of attack, but also my self-defense? It has occured before, where the Black Flame has sprung up and defeated a range of enemy attacks. (OOC: I don't intend on using this in any RP, but I have a story to Col. Cougar in the works, and the Black Flame is included)

OOC: Lucas wasn't the first to think of all living things as connected. It figures in early magics. Oh, and let me see this story on Col. Cougar. I like to keep track of my "apprentices." I won't interfere.

IC:
I can. One step at a time, however. You can barely "see" and now you want to "sheild" and "attack." Mastery of magick does not come in a day. However, prudence dictates that a pupil learn to block before they learn to attack. Spend a bit of time focusing, and preparing your magick, and then I will begin to teach, for I realize that time is of the essence for you.

*The mage's head turns slightly as the energy signature of the Sliver Wargod flashed across, but s/he? gave no indication as to having been bothered or intrigued by it. In the privacy of his/her? own mind, s/he? kept on alert.*

Warfare decided to wander around the inside of the tower, the first thing he noticed was Col.Couger learning to control Black Fire. He stood there, Still glowing with all his power, simply observing the activity inside the Tower, until such a time as he was needed elsewhere.

OOC: Lucas wasn't the first to think of all living things as connected. It figures in early magics. Oh, and let me see this story on Col. Cougar. I like to keep track of my "apprentices." I won't interfere.

IC:
I can. One step at a time, however. You can barely "see" and now you want to "sheild" and "attack." Mastery of magick does not come in a day. However, prudence dictates that a pupil learn to block before they learn to attack. Spend a bit of time focusing, and preparing your magick, and then I will begin to teach, for I realize that time is of the essence for you.

*The mage's head turns slightly as the energy signature of the Sliver Wargod flashed across, but s/he? gave no indication as to having been bothered or intrigued by it. In the privacy of his/her? own mind, s/he? kept on alert.*

OOC: true true. I would send you the story, but it's not just him, its an actual story that I intend, it doesnt just focus on Cougar, although he is the main character :) Soz, I'll see if I can compress the data on Black Flame and Col. Cougar's history, then send it to you

IC: Thank you for trying, I do appreciate what you are attempting to do. If I am to leave the Tower, then I give you my word that I will return to continue my studies with you.
Please, I request some time alone to hone focus and prehaps work on "seeing" things using my ablities. I shall return later on this day

decided to wander around the inside of the tower, the first thing he noticed was Col.Couger learning to control Black Fire. He stood there, Still glowing with all his power, simply observing the activity inside the Tower, until such a time as he was needed elsewhere.

OOC: No offence, but get it right. It's Black Flame, not Black Fire. Just nit-picking, but I prefer it if things are understood correctly

"I am a Spectral Sliver, a spirit of the dead Slivers long past. I am also refered to as an ancestor spirit. I have two powers, one is to open a gate way between two points, this is similar to a teleportation spell, although range is limited, when more Ancestors gather range is increased. My second power rivals the entire Temporal Research Comission of Indra Prime. I can open a gate way between two diffrent points in time, they need not be in the same phisical location, for one Gate may be here, now, while the second may be on Mars, in the year 1800, on top of Olympus Mons. This is because Time is more like a Cube than a line. Once again personal range is limited. However, the more ancestors, the greator the Range. Any Questions?" The Sectral sliver asked.
"Yes, I have two questions. You described time as more like a cube instead of a line. How did you come to this conclusion?"Asked Albereth "and would it be possible for me to experience either spell? For I see conclusions from start to end better when I am in the midst of the spell."He thought for a moment, thinking back to the time when he had asked a fellow mage to cast a fireball at him. It had been an interesting experience, to say the least.

A glowing orb appeared in front of the Grand Master of the school, but only the Grand Master could see or hear it.

"Greetings! I am Agano Ihsamad, the spirit of another being. If you'd be so kind, I'd like to attend this....college....of yours."

OOC: Just say yes or no, and I'll arrive/go away.

If you say yes, then, the true identity of Ona....er...Agano will be revealed.

The ancestor sliver disappeared for a moment, talking with the native spirits, he then reappeared.
"I can open a gateway to a random spot some 300 miles away, these are the limits of my own personal strength. For a temporal Gateway, I would need vast amounts of power, and for that, I would need a Reactor Sliver." The Ancestor Spirit said.

The spirit faded in and out for a few seconds as the native spirits guided him to reletivly safe spot exactly 159.62 miles away. A White line appeared in front of Abernath, this line was 6 feet tall and hovered an inch off the ground. Slowly it widened and a picture of a beautiful valley appeared inside.
"Step inside, and you will find yourself at that location." The Sliver said.

Renor nods at Cougar. "Remember, though, focus is found within."

S/he? then looked at the glowing orb.

"From what the Princess described, that energy signature could only be described as Dersconi. I thought they did not approve of mages?"

Renor nods at Cougar. "Remember, though, focus is found within."

S/he? then looked at the glowing orb.

"From what the Princess described, that energy signature could only be described as Dersconi. I thought they did not approve of mages?"

The orb then made itself visible.

"I am not entirely Dersconi. I have come to hone my skills in order to regain something that was taken from me long ago."

Then tell me, "not entirely Dersconi" who are you, and what is it you seek to gain?

Then tell me, "not entirely Dersconi" who are you, and what is it you seek to gain?

"I am Agano Ihsamad. What you see is simply my concience being forwarded to you. Someone long ago has taken something from me, and in the process, weakened me. Also, much of what I have learned has been lost. I wish to regain this knowledge and regain some of this strength in order to attempt to retake that which is mine."

Well...that's fairly vague. Details must be given if answers are to be sought.

Well...that's fairly vague. Details must be given if answers are to be sought.

There was a slight annoyance in the tone of voice.

"I am on a quest that is very important to me, one of which you as well as most others must remain ignorant about."

OOC: Kaymiril, for clues, see the thread "Calling All Allies of Derscon!"

I'm tieing them together to forerun and RP I want to do.

OOC: Kaymiril = Anna, Anna = Kaymiril, I know.

A harsh, biting laugh escapes Renor.

"If I had an el for every time I'd heard that, I'd be richer than the Queen. However, should you wish to remain anonymous, I will not stop you."

Galvenor continued to observe everybody and everything.

The ancestor sliver disappeared for a moment, talking with the native spirits, he then reappeared.
"I can open a gateway to a random spot some 300 miles away, these are the limits of my own personal strength. For a temporal Gateway, I would need vast amounts of power, and for that, I would need a Reactor Sliver." The Ancestor Spirit said.

The spirit faded in and out for a few seconds as the native spirits guided him to reletivly safe spot exactly 159.62 miles away. A White line appeared in front of Abernath, this line was 6 feet tall and hovered an inch off the ground. Slowly it widened and a picture of a beautiful valley appeared inside.
"Step inside, and you will find yourself at that location." The Sliver said.
Albereth nodded, then asked "When I reach this spot will I be able to return through the portal? If I will not I could demonstrate my greatest spell,material spirit, the spell by which I came here with.The mages in my nation are capable of creating new spells, by looking deep within themselves and finding new ways of harnessing their magic. However this leaves them exausted to the point where they can hardly remember how they harnessed the spell they had discovered, however if they have not the strenght needed to "climb" out of their magic then somtimes, actually quite often, their bodies become empty husks, with no life force inside them.I have looked inside and I have returned. It is a harrowing experience that I would take again in the name of learning. As I do this is in the name of learning."Saying this Albereth stepped into the portal.

ooc:I don't know where Albereth would be ranked, maybe four-and-a-halfish. Warhaven I would need to know what would happen when Albereth stepped inside, like"He felt like he was getting pulled in alldiracions at once then poof! he was there."Something sorta like that.

The Ancestor Spirit was uncertain how a humanoid would do in the gateway, most Slivers fell like they are being pushed at from all directions, much like a ball, and in deed 2% of all Slivers who went through came out all balled up, Oh they were still alive of course, and they promptly unfurled themselves, but still, that is quite a bit of pressure. Gateway still open, The Sliver waited for Abernath to step beck through the portal, so it could be closed. Warfare came over and stood next to the spectral Sliver and merely waited for Abernath's return.



OOC: In case it wasn't clear from th IC text, Abernath should feel Pressure on him from all sides, not enough to harm him, but, enough, that, at your descretion, he might return, with his knees bent or something, It does not need to bee that, but Abernat will diffenatly know the pressure. When he returns, Warfare is going to do something, nice.

The orb takes a human shape, and finally, a person is shown.

Fairly tall, with blonde hair, but glowing green eyes. Dragon wings were in his back, but they disappeared. He was wearing a sort of outfit very odd for a Dersconi human. Lightning travelled over his body, and his presence made the room feel very cold. He smirked.

"I am Prince Alexei Alexandrovich Andropov of Derscon. Greetings, Renor." White electricity came out of his fingertips and travelled up his arm, but he was not phased. He was not the most pleasent sight. While handsome, he was meanacing, and just looking at him sent a chill up your spine. A symbol of a dragon was embroidered on his chest. This symbol was found only two other places on earth -- both of them in Derscon.

One of which he knew of.

The other he was trying to retrieve.

Renor nods. While the mage notices all that this "human" essence exuded, including his apparent Maelthra dalhar ((dragon child...used more to mean "dragon kin")), whatever affect the young prince's appearance was supposed to have on other members of society, it was lost on the mage, who had seen and experienced far worse.

"Greetings, Alexi. From the energy you allow to run loose, I see that you have little control over your abilities. I neither offer my assistance nor decide to hinder...but a piece of advice...you may want to learn control before you continue your quest."

OOC: Renor is no respecter of persons, so don't expect it. S/he? calls Kaymiril VI Hren, short for Hrenavatrish (her given name before she was Queen), and no one save his/her? successor knows his/her? real name and gender.

Renor nods. While the mage notices all that this "human" essence exuded, including his apparent Maelthra dalhar ((dragon child...used more to mean "dragon kin")), whatever affect the young prince's appearance was supposed to have on other members of society, it was lost on the mage, who had seen and experienced far worse.

"Greetings, Alexi. From the energy you allow to run loose, I see that you have little control over your abilities. I neither offer my assistance nor decide to hinder...but a piece of advice...you may want to learn control before you continue your quest."

Alexei smiled. "I think you underestimate me, Renor. It is not lack of control, it is an excess of energy. You would never understand, though." He lost his smile and approached Renor.

"I have been around since before time, but unfortunately, what I require to continue to harness my power and my life has been taken from me." He thought a moment, also nitpicking at Renor's mind.

"Maelthra dalhar?" Alexei smiled. "You've got it -- almost. You missed a letter at the end. Specifically, the letter 'g.'"

Maelthra dalhar is what my race would describe you as, in our own tongue. If it is maelthra dalharg in yours, it is naught but a coincidence.

*Behind the hood, the mage's eyes narrowed. His/her? suspicions were aroused at this creature, and s/he? in the darker recesses of his/her? mind, resolved to contact Princess Anna at the first opportunity...to tell her to get out of Derscon before this thing got back. S/he? did not trust humans, or creatures such as this, and s/he? had no desire to see the Crown Princess get hurt.*

Alexei shook his head.

"You misunderstood. Maelthra dalhar means 'Dragon Kin.' Now do you understand?" He was slightly furious. Fool.

"I am the Dragon King, once ruler of the Realms of Heaven, the Universe, and Hell, when they were but one being. I was slain with my own sword, and the massive orb that kept the planes together was split apart, henceforth gaining Heaven, the universe, and hell. My sword lied in Hell, protected by the appointed ruler, while I was thrown into some sort of Nexus. My sword was stolen from me many, many years ago, and now it is here on Earth. I intend on getting it back. It has been awhile, now, since I have been able to use my power. I am staying here until it can regenerate." He stared into Renor's eyes.

"Now do you understand?"

OOC:

I hate to interject an OOC post in this interesting RP, but I was thinking of acquiring some magic skill, as I might engage in a Technology VS Magic RP down the line.

Scenarios include my NS nation of Sharina discovering / exploring / trading with Morrowind, Hyrule, or these RPG lands from video games like Final Fantasy, Secret of Mana, Baldur's Gate, etc.

Would be quite interesting, yes? :)

One problem I've ecountered is that magic RP's tend to dry up quickly, and I'm left with nobody to be a "teacher of magic" or "grant magic skills" so I can try to blend tech with magic or something for my future RP. :(

TG me or something and let me know.

OOC: Renor's eyes aren't visible. S/he? is hidden under a very concealing cloak.

IC:
"While it may be 'Dragon Kin' in Common, should I choose to think in my own tongue, what can you do about it?
"What I know of heaven and hell makes your statement unlikely...and trust me, I have been to both. Masters of our magicks go to many planes...starting at the novice level. There are roughly thirty-five, including "heaven" and "hell" and all their associates, but also more. Or has the universe expanded since then?"

The mage's voice contained a harshness, and Alexi might become aware of her/his? feeling of urgency to contact someone.

It would seem Prince of Derscon, that you are looking for something tied to our magic, or you would not be here. It also seems that this thing is a physical item, perhaps that you have lost. I assure you that any of our weapons/wargear or magical equipment found within the halls of the Elves is quite old, possibly older than your own culture. As for anyone else, their equipment is their own, but I ask that you please refrain from searching anyone. We may be able to help you, and we may not, but we will try either way. What item are you looking for?

ooc: my gottverdamt computer is on the fritz so i will try and post a new lore soon, of course, soon means within the next month (i hope)

Alexei shook his head at Renor's statements.

"I used the Common meaning to try to make you think -- obviously, it didn't. Add a "g" to Dragon Kin and you get 'Dragon King,' which is what I am. The Dragon King." He sighed.

"Upon the division into the three main relams, the Universe was quite large -- too large. It was then divided up into the planes you have travelled to. But the "heaven" and "hell" are not something a living being can just wander in to. At least, not the inner depths of hell, nor the higher subplanes of Heaven. Only those in spirit only and those destined to depart there may venture there, and once they enter, they could not return, except for one thing -- there was a portal. Someone stole my belonging from the true Hell -- the one only the dead may enter -- by going into that portal, taking it, and returning that protal, and then destroying them. That was best, anyway."

He then turned to the true Grand Master.

"I look for nothing here but to increase my power. I know what I'm looking for, I know where it is, -- I have even touched it. But I cannot take it -- not until its guardian is dead, and that might not be for awhile. You cannot aid me in my quest except to help me becoem stronger."

Only the damned, and only the blessed. Such is the class of mage I represent. I have been to all thirty five planes...seven of which are almost impossible to survive...those which you speak of. We have our ways of getting back. The world has changed much, and my society is one you know little to nothing of.

If you want to increase your power, my first advice is to master full control of the energies you have. "Excess energy" is the trademark of lack of control.

Only the damned, and only the blessed. Such is the class of mage I represent. I have been to all thirty five planes...seven of which are almost impossible to survive...those which you speak of. We have our ways of getting back. The world has changed much, and my society is one you know little to nothing of.

If you want to increase your power, my first advice is to master full control of the energies you have. "Excess energy" is the trademark of lack of control.

Alexei did not trust Renor.

"One cannot be damned and blessed at the same time. The higher planes of Heaven are inaccessable to those not specifically appointed by God. They are impossible to enter." He nodded at Renor's other statement, though.

"Excess energy control, then. I shall work on that." Now, maybe I will have the power to retake the Dragon Sword.

Paradoxes exist.

*The mage teleports to a different section of the tower, then summoned his glider, Vhid.*

Contact Glider.

*Moments later, s/he? finds out that the Princess did not take Glider.*

Who did she take?

G -- Krrack.

Fine. Vhid, contact Specter.

*The Princess' face appears on the screen*

A -- Renor, Usstan tlun wun natha talthalra, nindol inbalus alur tlu kleel.

R -- Inbau doeb d' gaer nin, Anna. P'los ninta m'elzar cas rath.

A -- Renor, F'sarn natha quivved ghil. Ol orn tlu ula.

R -- Usstan xun naut khaless mina. Whol dosst ehmtu sreen'aur, Usstan ssinssrin dos ulu yutsu ulu l' quellarin.

A -- Wun ussta ehmtu draeval. Usstan xun naut satiir jala sreen, lu' zhal'la jala ann'ish, Usstan orn naut hojh ulu mora.

OOC: Translation: Renor, I am in a meeting, this had better be important.

Get out of there now, Anna. Before their mage gets back.

Renor, I'm a guest here. It'll be fine.

I do not trust them. For your own safety, I want you to return to the castle.

In my own time. I do not feel any danger, and should any appear, I will not fail to act.

Galvenor stood by watching the posturing, holding back a chuckle.

"Excuse me."

"I don't believe any Gods or Demi-Gods would need to come here to learn."

"You are all here."

"Therefore, none present are neither Demi-Gods nor Gods."

Galvenor looked around at those assembled while the logic of his words sank in.

"It is my opinion we should start deciding how we are going to learn from each other instead of trying to show off."

Galvenor waited for a few moments.

"Am I wrong?"


OOC:

By keeping the "power levels" low we don't risk destroying this attempt to move the acceptance of Magic into the mainstream. The "I'm better than you" and the "I am a God" from the past RPs have given this topic a stigma that makes it unacceptable to other gamers.

Let's keep it a little more low key, lease.

Honourable Mages,

As many of you are doubtless aware, Monash is restructuring from being a
parochial university in that quaint backwash called Australia, to being a major
international force. We now have compan..er campuses throughout South-
East Asia, South Africa and Australia, and we are looking to consolidate and
expand in the very near future. We are very keen to incorporate elements
of black magic, Haitian/voodoo rites and any spells that involve witches
with excellent presentation skills into our existing law and business courses.
In return, we will provide our veritable bulls.. marketing expertise to
coax and massage the public into believing our courses are whatever
you and we would like them to believe. You also have the reassuring
knowledge that all of our young and naieve graduates will be brainwa..
COACHED from into firmly believing the ideals of our corporation, and we
will gladly also incorporate the ideals of your mages into this training.
Want the leaders of tomorrow to think these ideals are their own original
and brilliant ideas, and then secretly come pay you outlandish consulting
fees to put them into practice? It's all possible, at Monash.

Renor, coming back from wherever s/he? had been, observes the Monash representative.

"First, I have never heard of you. Second, that is not the purpose of this place. Those individuals that desire knowledge may have it...those seeking to conquer and corrupt have no place here."

Galvenor looked towards the new arrival.

"This is about controling one self, not everyone else."

"This is about sharing of knowlege, not hoarding and deceptions."

"Wisdom is your Guide. Please rethink your goals or you will not get any help from those assembled here."

OOC: Because Kaymiril, some people are just like tht

IC: Col. Cougar emerged from his chambers, startled by the numbers now thronging through the hallways of the Tower. He had been in isolation for nearly four days now, and in that time he had concentrated his efforts towards focusing his latent power, and learning to see further and further the more focused he became.
Seeking out Renor, Cougar bowed humbly, his respect for the mage having grown immensely over the past few days, due to the difficulties he had expiereinced, "Master Renor, if you are willing, I have spent long hours learning to focus. If you are avaliable, I would like to progress my training"

Renor nods at Cougar.

"The best way to learn is experience."

S/he? walks about fifteen paces away, then holds his/her? hand up. Energy, dark and crackling, formed a sphere in his/her? hand. If it hit, it would be enough to stun the human, but cause no injury. However...Cougar didn't know that.

"Project your magick outside of you to create a barrier. Be concious of the barrier, and of any weaknesses it might have. If this breaks through your barrier, you will die."

S/he? unleashes the orb, and it spreads itself out thinner, into a wall, and rushes toward Renor's human pupil.

A look of worry creased the Colonel's features, but then he realised what Renor was saying. Why worry? If he believed strongly enough, the theory went that the barrier would follow suit, enough to stop the energy now surging towards him.
Closing his eyes, he took up a defensive stance and waited. Suddenly, the Black Flame burnt brightly once again, engulfing Cougar in it's power. He concentrated simply on the barrier, seeing it in his minds eye, reaching out with tendrils to find weak points, and reinforcing them. He waited...
The orb struck hard, and the Flame glowed bright, absorbing the impact. Suddenly, with no warning, the barrier disintergrated, and the remaining energy struck square in the upper torso. Cougar flew backwards, crumpling to the floor as he landed. He staggered to his feet, ebony lightning sparking between his fingers. This stopped quickly, and he stood tall, "I failed. If that orb really could have killed me, then I wouldn't be standing here now. What is the lesson?"

"Do you really think that any mage in existence has ever kept their barrier up the first time? I had no intention of killing you...but making you think that was the price of failure prompted your best effort. This is practice. The lesson is to create a complete barrier as fast as you can in the face of danger. If you cannot do it under controlled circumstances, then you will not be able to do it on the field of battle. You did well to not panic...many of my previous pupils completely lost their heads. Now, again."

Almost without warning, the mage sent another wall of the spell (OOC: I haven't named it yet) at Cougar.

OOC: Quick step back in time here...

IC: Cougar shook his head, "No, I don't think any mage gets it right the first time"

OOC: OK, back to normal time, attack launched blah blah blah...

IC: Cougar again concentrated, this time the Flame was stronger, burnt brighter, absorbed more energy. In fact, some richocheted off the barrier towards the wall, causing nearby by-standers to duck and hide. But once again, the barrier buckled at the final hurdle, but this time Cougar stayed on his feet, panting slightly from the effort taken to conjure the barrier, but with his pride at least partially restored

Better...you're using too much effort, though. The less energy you use, the more you'll have, the longer you'll last. Learn what is exactly right for that defense. Then again, that will only come with practice. Here.

*The mage conjures a drink*

These two attempts have worn you down. This will bring back some small amount of your energy.

*S/he? holds out the glass*

Levitate this to yourself...slowly, gently.

OOC:
I love making things like this tests, lol. And you're human...so the drink will have better effect than if you were Drow. Probably bring Col. Cougar up to just shy of normal, and maybe make him a little giddy...like a sugar rush. Even though the drink itself tastes mildly bitter.

Warfare was worried, Abernath hadn't returned yet, sure enough, teleporting to the spot, Abernath was okay, Warfare put a hand on Abernaths shoulder, and Teleported back. Warfare stolled into the common room where he Galvenor's comment aboutno one being a God.

"I regret to inform you Galvenor, that I am a God. I am here to teach the world about my children, the slivers, I have no need of learning, for I already know all there is to know. Heck, I can even make a woman out of Black Flame. Watch!" Warfare said.

Out in the middle of the Floor, a vast amount of Black Flame seeped from underneath the floor, if any one was paying attention, they would have seen it flowing from Warfare, into the ground, and up at the center. The Flame coalesed and turned into a Pretty young woman made out of Black Flame. To Bright white points burned for eyes. She did a facinating Arabian Belly dance and then disappeared.

"The only Reason I seem Normal, is because I have surpressed my presence and the Golden Orange Glow that usually accompanies me. If I were to let it run rampant like normal, I fear that it would make all herein lose concentration, a most devastating thing to do when working with magic, especially the spells that only the Gods can teach. Like for instance I could teach you how to birth a star, effectivly allowing you to alter the gravitational Balance in the universe. I could teach you to control the weather with perfect control, but Devastating things like Hurricanes and Tsunami's are suposed to happen on occasion, or else soon, there will be no chance for the new, and no way to rid the old. I could teach you how to manipulate time, how to create weapons that use time, but there are a great number of things that change, even with the smallest of events. This is only a smattering of what I could Teach. Therefore, I will thank you not to insult me again." Warfare lectured.

2 OOC:
1) Abernath will fell something akin to being Ripped apart and put back together again whenm teleported, only with no residuzal pain.
2) Balrogga, please don't take offence, that was purely IC, I know what your trying to say by keeping it low-key. Warfare really is an IC God, I am borrowing him from the book I am writing. I get away with this because I don't use him to fight, in fact I don't really use him at all, the last time I used him, was in the Sanctaphrax Military camp, so that I could set up the way to bring my three slivers there home. 99.99% of the time, I just use the slivers. I only use Warfare for diplomatic functions on occasion, and, in a situation like this, where I use him to teach. So, please don't be upset with me.

OOC:

I am not mad. I am worried somebody might decide to stop in here to see what we are doing and see Gods walking about, All Powerful beings, and other super-powered things. Something like that might cause them to close their minds against the possibility of accepting magic as a valid RPing tool.

Before anyone points a finger at my rep, please notice he has not done anything “powerful”. He has cast a True Sight so he can help examine the nature of Black Flame in hopes of helping. I am trying to keep Galvenor balanced and he uses the most basic Psi abilities, mostly for communication. As this RP progresses I will use other magics where applicable.



IC:

Message sent to Cougar:

“Sometimes when two forces meet head on, the resistance is greater. If you slap your hand against the surface of a body of water there is great resistance between your hand and the surface. If you use the edge of your hand there is less resistance. Make your resistance like that of a diver smoothly entering the water, dividing the force around his body, and then you may succeed.”


Galvenor turned to Warfare and "spoke" to him in a manner only he could "hear"

“If you claim to know everything then you lack Wisdom for nobody no matter how powerful can know everything. There is an old tale from Terra about a man who was given the knowledge of foresight as a curse. It was a curse because knowing everything that was to happen deprived him of Hope. If you do know everything then you do not know Hope.”

“Another saying we have heard is when you stop learning you stop growing. If you feel you do not need to learn anything them you also feel you do not need growth.”

“The display of power you conjured could be easily demonstrated by a first year apprentice using a simple illusion spell. This is a place to learn about magic, not to show off.”

“Please don’t take me the wrong way, I only want to help set up the best environment for learning. Lecturing others on your Greatness and Power will only hinder the goals of the others here. This is not an insult, only a reply to your argument.”


Galvenor stepped back a pace to allow Warfare to respond.


OOC:

I am not upset. I am just responding to Warfare In Character.

"There is a diffrence between knowing everything, and knowing all there is to know. Knowing everything would require a God of greater powers than I possess. Knowing everything there is to know simply means that I know far more than Mortals could ever hope to learn in a thousand millennia. There are Countries that seek to learn how to harness the powers of Time, for example, I know a great deal more than what they could learn in one million years of temporal Research. That is an example. To know everything is to die, for it is impossible to live without learning, unless one is the True Creator, in the manner you choose to believe in the True Creator. I am not now nor have I ever been that close, and I highly doubt I will ever be that close. I regret that I was misunderstood. The Realms of my knowledge are as follows: I know a great deal of Science and can easily teach anyone all I know and turn them into a Genius, but, that is not why we are here. I also know a Great deal of magic, including forbidden spells. I caneasily teach anyone here any spell they wish to know, provided they prove they can handle it. Forbidden Magic is just that though, Forbidden.

Oh and one more thing, that was real Black Flame, not an illusion, but you are right though, any first year Illusionist could do that." Warfare explained.

"Understand Now? Friends?" Warfare asked as he held out his warm hand.

"Agreed, but without a physical form I am afraid I cannot shake your hand, This image is nothing but a projected illusion. Please consider my action being that as if I did have a body that could touch you."

Galvenor reached out as if to shake Warfare's hand, his ghostly apendage passing through the others.

"Perhaps we could talk of Technology at some time. I could let you know of what we have achieved in our brief time on Earth."

"That would be agreeable." Warfare stated.
"It would appear that that trip was to much for Abernath, he seems frozen in place. Species-to-species magic is always tricky." Perhaps I should go back to the great Library in Paradise and read up on it. The Great Library is a place where much knowledge is stored, only gods can access it though, or guests of Gods. However, I think I shall simply wait, I am recieving a variety of Prayers." Warfare stated.

Warfare walks over to an empty, out of the way corner and folds his arms over his chest and closes his eyes. All the Air escapes from his body as it turns to stone. After his body becomes a statue, his spirit can be seen leaving his body, it turns and places a sign around the statues neck, and then vanishes.

The sign reads:"Out answering prayers, back in five minuts."

Better...you're using too much effort, though. The less energy you use, the more you'll have, the longer you'll last. Learn what is exactly right for that defense. Then again, that will only come with practice. Here.

*The mage conjures a drink*

These two attempts have worn you down. This will bring back some small amount of your energy.

*S/he? holds out the glass*

Levitate this to yourself...slowly, gently.

OOC:
I love making things like this tests, lol. And you're human...so the drink will have better effect than if you were Drow. Probably bring Col. Cougar up to just shy of normal, and maybe make him a little giddy...like a sugar rush. Even though the drink itself tastes mildly bitter.


The Colonel accepted the challenge, holding out his hand, flame flickering gently. Tha glass shifted, and then hovered. Gesturing, Cougar gratefully accepted the drink, "Thanks". As he drank he spluttered, the bitter liquid burning his throat. He instantley felt better for it, and was a but unsteady, much like the sugar rush that he felt after eating a ration bar

The mage stood there silently a moment, observing the effect the drink had on the human.

"It seems that the effect on you was greater than anticipated..."

S/he? cast a diagnostic spell, briefly analysing the results.

"A much greater effect..."

Without warning, the mage flicked his/her? fingers, casting a different spell...tinged bluish, and crackling with destructive energy. If Cougar let this one get through, it would hurt when it connected.

OOC: Lots of stuff to catch up on.
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"This is not a paradox, this is an impossibility. One CANNOT enter the Higher planes of Heaven unless appointed by God."

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Alexei shook his head. "One does not need to learn to learn -- he may just learn out of curiosity, or to widen his knowledge, as I am doing. Also, I just want to increase my power."


--OOC: Skip.--

He looked at Renor, very impressed, but with thoughts in his mind.

"Renor, you seem to think I am a novice." He shook his head. "Well, if you obviously are much superior, as you think," he held his arms out and nodded, then crossed his arms.

"Teach me, Master Renor. I am quite interested in your thoughts and actions."

Renor's head turned briefly toward Alexei.

"I have a pupil for now. When this one is finished with my instruction, which will be brief, I will then deal with you. Until then...focus on controlling your energy."

His/her? head turned back toward Cougar.

He nodded. Good, Renor still thinks I am a novice. Most excellent. He sat down and meditated until Renor was finished with it's current pupil.

When Alexei meditated, all of the glow around him ceased, and he looked like a normal human being (normal being a reletave term, of course ;)). Until, of course, he started levitating. When that happened, a soothing orangish glow came about him, and he then turned back into his non-physical form, Agano Ihsamad.

His/her? eyes still on Cougar, the mage's mind whirred. In the ancient Drow tongue, s/he? thought.

OOC: This is translated...none else can understand.

IC:
He would have me think he is a mere novice...undisciplined, yes...but that aura does not come from a mere adept. I will play his game...for however long it needs.

Five minuets was up, Warfare's spirit could be seen re-entering his body. Slowly the statue gained more flesh like tones until no more was there a statue, but Warfare, God of the Slivers stood there instead. warfare took a deep breath, and then stood there, watching the lesson continue.

To: Whomever it may concern
From: The Tower Association of Spellcasters and Thaumaturgs
Subject: Idiocy

The Tower is most concerned of any person attempting to create a rigid form and structure for the thaumaturgic arts and sciences. Thaumaturgy is a science, but there are many aspects and approaches to that science, and attempts to make a uniform stature for it have failed time and again. Furthermore, The Tower will not tolerate claims of 'the greatest' School of Magic in the world. The Tower holds in its ranks over a billion thaumages throughout the multiverse, and has been the center of thaumaturgic research and study for over two millennia. However, The Tower feels that self-proclaimed titles are pointless and arbitrary at best, and will ignore all such claims.

The Tower extends its support to this attempt at schooling aspirant thaumaturgs, and offers its services in training said aspirant thaumaturgs. Thaumaturgy, many within The Tower feel, can be applied to all walks of life. The destructive force of thaumaturgy has no place in the modern world save in times of need. The Tower has been a part in research that has produced everything from systems for traveling across the galaxy and between the planes to improved communications, construction methods, and medical treatments. The Tower's Associated Colleges of Thaumaturgic Sciences and Arts have a student body of over one hundred thousand, and are always interested in acquiring more persons. The tower's examinations for entry are highly competitive, although no entry fee is required and persons may stay within their College as long as necessary in order to complete their training.

The Tower is interested in establishing a relationship with all potential thaumaturgic entities, and as such... <the message goes on in this vein>

Sincerely,
Masato Iragashi Li
Grand Alchemist of The Tower

Alchemist Li sighed and turned in his high-backed leather chair, to look at the slender and massive spires of Wye City falling in tires down the southwestern flank of Mt. Weyr. Stressglas and diamond windows flashed in the noonday sun. Diamond was cheaper and stronger than glass, after all. Gray eternastone shimmered and shifted slightly, moved by high-altitude winds. Hovercars and little people crowded the skywalks below, antlike in their determined daily life. Six hundred million persons lived and worked or passed through its streets and passageways daily. Hundreds of thousands of tons of reactive materials flowed into its fusactors, to be converted to thaumaturgic power that powered everything within Weyr, from the smallest sunlamp to the greatest starship. He wondered why there were so many ambitious within the world. Perhaps it was not ambition though, he reflected. He knew he was only mortal, despite the thaumaturgy and nanotech that could keep a body alive almost indefinitely, locked at a particular stage of growth and age. Perhaps hee was wrong. Either way, the message had been sent. Thaumaturgy was a science, not some two-bit piece of showmanship. Perhaps he would need to speek with the Diplomacy Directorate of the Tower anyway -- he was the Grand Alchemist after all, and this message should have been forwarded to him before being sent.

The mage stood there silently a moment, observing the effect the drink had on the human.

"It seems that the effect on you was greater than anticipated..."

S/he? cast a diagnostic spell, briefly analysing the results.

"A much greater effect..."

Without warning, the mage flicked his/her? fingers, casting a different spell...tinged bluish, and crackling with destructive energy. If Cougar let this one get through, it would hurt when it connected.

OOC: Just one question, when the grey mage arrives (forgot her name, sorry), are you goin to RP them both at once, as Renor seems to have a rival?

IC: Cougar started, but then quickly regained his composure. He didn't think, he just stood there. Tha Flame erupted from nowhere once again, and this time it was even more powerful than ever before. The blue energy struck, knocking Cougar backwards, but the Flame held once again, abosrbing the energy. Suddenly, without any warning, a spurt of Flame erupted from the barrier, heading straight for Renor. Cougar looked shocked, and worried. He knew Renor could block the inadvertant stirke, but he didn't know why it had happened

ooc:sorry about the lond time until this post unexpected trip came up.

ic:------------
Albereth shook his head trying to shake of the feeling of his body being ripped apart and then sewn back together.He had been lost inside his mind, until he felt a warm hand helping him to come to his mind.He had no idea how long he had been out.

"Powerful, very, very powerful" sputtered Albereth"Alghast dahwl ghan!" his body became less than solid and he caused his corpreal form to drift torward the White tower at a very fast speed.He arrived a few minutes later and entered the main room. He dispelled the spell with a simple wave of his mind.

ooc:Mages in Ulntran warriors usually chose a specific path of magic, slightly like the slivers each have different powers.Some of the orders are:
Vortex-=-teleportation
leaf-=-earth
swirling flame-=-fire
tsunami-=-water
floating eye-=-necromancy
portal-=-time
Gilean-=-neutral
neutral magic is magic that does not really belong to any certain order of magic and Gilean mages are welcome to study any order of magic although they cannot grow very powerful as each individual mage leans torward a certain order in wich they grow more powerful that they could in a different order. Albereth is a Gilean mage.

OOC: Just one question, when the grey mage arrives (forgot her name, sorry), are you goin to RP them both at once, as Renor seems to have a rival?

IC: Cougar started, but then quickly regained his composure. He didn't think, he just stood there. Tha Flame erupted from nowhere once again, and this time it was even more powerful than ever before. The blue energy struck, knocking Cougar backwards, but the Flame held once again, abosrbing the energy. Suddenly, without any warning, a spurt of Flame erupted from the barrier, heading straight for Renor. Cougar looked shocked, and worried. He knew Renor could block the inadvertant stirke, but he didn't know why it had happened

OOC: Mith (female) will come in very shortly, as might Plak'la (male), T'puuli (female), Uuthli (male), Phish (male), Aeros (female), and Olath'yukin (female). They are the greatest mages of their classes...Mith - gray, the healer, Plak'la - gold, he deals with time, T'puuli - silver, she deals with space and astral objects, and is also a powerful clairvoyant and telepath, Uuthli - blue, the waters are his domain, Phish - red, he deals in pyromancy, Aeros - White, she works with air and weather, and Oltah'yukin - brown, the earth and all on and within it respond to her prompting. I know a little bit more about this rival than you do, and I'm telling you...it could get ugly. ;) And you get to meet someone else...but that's a secret for now. ^_^ BTW...I've been waiting for someone to notice that while Renor wears black, and has admitted him/her?self to be the head of his/her? class of mage, s/he? has mentioned NOTHING about this class of mage.

IC:
Renor simply held out her/his? hand, absorbing the flame attack. S/he? analysed it while absorbing it.
"A reflexive counterattack after a surprise attack...could explain how you've lived this far. Not bad...unfocused, but not bad, as far as raw power goes. You do know why this happened, do you not?"

OOC: Actually, pay attention to Balrogga's resistance hints. They work rather well.

OOC: Click Rent-A-Sliver in my signature, and you will see the difrent powers of the diffrent breeds OOCly.

IC: Warfare Strode over to Abernath.
"Well, it would seem that actually being teleported by Sliver power has had a bit of an effect on you? If you think you could take a diffrent approach, let me know, I personally will Mimick The Spectral sliver's second ability. The Second Ability, will be a Time Warp from here, to Mirroden, Five days before the Slivers discovered it. If you think you can handle this, let me know, and I shall cause it to be." Warfare said.

OOC: Mith (female) will come in very shortly, as might Plak'la (male), T'puuli (female), Uuthli (male), Phish (male), Aeros (female), and Olath'yukin (female). They are the greatest mages of their classes...Mith - gray, the healer, Plak'la - gold, he deals with time, T'puuli - silver, she deals with space and astral objects, and is also a powerful clairvoyant and telepath, Uuthli - blue, the waters are his domain, Phish - red, he deals in pyromancy, Aeros - White, she works with air and weather, and Oltah'yukin - brown, the earth and all on and within it respond to her prompting. I know a little bit more about this rival than you do, and I'm telling you...it could get ugly. ;) And you get to meet someone else...but that's a secret for now. ^_^ BTW...I've been waiting for someone to notice that while Renor wears black, and has admitted him/her?self to be the head of his/her? class of mage, s/he? has mentioned NOTHING about this class of mage.

IC:
Renor simply held out her/his? hand, absorbing the flame attack. S/he? analysed it while absorbing it.
"A reflexive counterattack after a surprise attack...could explain how you've lived this far. Not bad...unfocused, but not bad, as far as raw power goes. You do know why this happened, do you not?"

OOC: Actually, pay attention to Balrogga's resistance hints. They work rather well.

OOC: How come all the others have specific genders, yet Renor does not? Its just a question. Interested in what will come of the rivalry, looking forward to it. You have my full backing. Can't wait to meet Mith and the other mystery guest ;) lol. Intend to engage with Balrogga to discuss further the mystery of the Black Flame

IC; "I am sorry for my actions," Cougar said, "but I do see your point. I need more focus. That has never happened before, but then again I have never been trained by anyone before. If you are right about the level of power, than this just got more interesting"*smiles, then turns serious once more, dropping voice to whisper so no-one else can hear him, other than Renor*"I sense animosity between you and this other potential pupil. Even I can see that he is more powerful than he claims, and it worries me. I am afraid I do not trust him"

OOC: How come all the others have specific genders, yet Renor does not? Its just a question. Interested in what will come of the rivalry, looking forward to it. You have my full backing. Can't wait to meet Mith and the other mystery guest ;) lol. Intend to engage with Balrogga to discuss further the mystery of the Black Flame

IC; "I am sorry for my actions," Cougar said, "but I do see your point. I need more focus. That has never happened before, but then again I have never been trained by anyone before. If you are right about the level of power, than this just got more interesting"*smiles, then turns serious once more, dropping voice to whisper so no-one else can hear him, other than Renor*"I sense animosity between you and this other potential pupil. Even I can see that he is more powerful than he claims, and it worries me. I am afraid I do not trust him"

OOC: It's very much done on purpose, the gender thing. You'll just have to ask when the time is right, lol. For example...the last Mith was male. But only Renor knows his or her gender...not even the Royal Family knows.

IC:

"As I said, it appeared to be reflex."

*Behind his/her? cloak, Renor's eyes narrowed, and s/he? raised one hand, scribing a spell. In Cougar's eyes, and only in Cougar's eyes, came a written response.*

You are right not to trust him...but I cannot allow him to leave. Do not speak of this...trust to me to deal with him.

"Tell me...when someone throws something at your face, what do you do? You close your eyes, to protect them. It is involuntary...it just happens. The same with this attack. The other times you knew it was coming...and were able to prepare. Your shield was better that third time, though, and you used less energy. Try and make it that good this time."

*S/he? raised his/her? hand again, and shot forth a different spell, one tinged red, which spiraled at Cougar*

OOC: It's very much done on purpose, the gender thing. You'll just have to ask when the time is right, lol. For example...the last Mith was male. But only Renor knows his or her gender...not even the Royal Family knows.

IC:

"As I said, it appeared to be reflex."

*Behind his/her? cloak, Renor's eyes narrowed, and s/he? raised one hand, scribing a spell. In Cougar's eyes, and only in Cougar's eyes, came a written response.*

You are right not to trust him...but I cannot allow him to leave. Do not speak of this...trust to me to deal with him.

"Tell me...when someone throws something at your face, what do you do? You close your eyes, to protect them. It is involuntary...it just happens. The same with this attack. The other times you knew it was coming...and were able to prepare. Your shield was better that third time, though, and you used less energy. Try and make it that good this time."

*S/he? raised his/her? hand again, and shot forth a different spell, one tinged red, which spiraled at Cougar*

OOC: Sounds good to me. You've put plenty of work into your backstory, I'm impressed. Oh by the way, you asked for Cougar's background etc. Should be ready by about 9pm GMT tomorrow(i'm working from Britain here, so its hard to post in sync with you)

IC:The latest assualt came quickly, almost to quickly. Yet once again the barrier appeared, abosrbing the energy once again. The reflex action tried to occur, but it subsided, as though under a greater control than previously shown. Col. Cougar smiled once again, a look of contentment on his face...
With the words vanishing, Cougar inclined his head slightly, showing Renor he understood, but a look of worry still in his eyes. He sent out tendrils of thought, much like his ablity to see objects, but used to communciate Renor, I don't know if you can hear this, but thank you. I do not trust this new-comer, call it solider instinct if you will. I shall keep my eyes and ears open, see what I can figure out for myself. Good luck to you, the one person whom I consider in this place to be a friend

Renor nodded, both in response to Cougar's communication and in satisfaction with his/her? pupil's progress.

"Most excellent. You are finally beginning to control your power. And you aren't nearly so worn down. Tell me, at about what percent of your normal energy do you feel?"

OOC: I like these chars...so the backstory comes naturally. But thank you.

Alexei awoke from his meditation, and finally realized Renor wasn't going to do anything. Well, looks like the novice idea isn't going to work after all.

When Renor was contacting Anna from who-knows-where, he got an idea.

Suddenly, blinding white light enveloped Alexei. He said nothing, but only concentrated the light into an orb in front of him. Well, here goes nothin'.

He shot the orb at the communication device he was using (OOC: Yes, I know what it is, but this is third person limited, remember), the light leaving a trail from his hand. The strange light went into the object, and appeared a few seconds later outside of it. An "Arg!" was heard as Princess Anna was thrown onto the floor, and the light evaporated. The glow, now a menacing one, and not a soothing one, returned to Alexei. He shot out a green bolt from his hand, calmly, showing no effort, and it pinned Anna to a wall, and encased her in some sort of bubble, preventing the use of magic inside the bubble, and preventing anything from getting into the bubble that was magic related. Alexei glared at Renor.

"I have no time for your games. If you do not wish to teach, than say so, and I shall leave." He closed his hand and Anna's detaining ceased, but Alexei saw the anger in Anna's eyes, and was prepared for a counterattack.

R -- Damn...I told her to get the hell out of there.
*speaking* Should I teach when there is no desire to learn?

The mage, cloaked in black, started summoning someone, and a portal began to open, out of which stepped a gray clad figure.

Princess Annastrianna d' Maril was now all but at the mercy of this creature. And that wasn't a good thing at all.

A golden light surrounded the Princess. It whirled around her, and suddenly she was clad in mithral armor. She reached out her hand, and an adamantine jakujou (long, stafflike, has a crescent blade attatched to the staff by a long chain, and a pendulum blade at the other end) came to her hand. Different runes and spells glittered across the armor, and across the length of the weapon. The princess' eyes glowed white.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded, light flashing angrily in her eyes as the energy levels around her rose to screaming levels.

Alexei shook his head. "There is a desire, but not a need. you misinterpreted me."

When Anna drew her weapon and dawned her armour, he could sense the energy level jump to enormous highs. She's a bit angry. Not that I blame her.

"Ah! You must be Princess Annastrianna d' Maril, pleasure to meet you. I apologize if you were in the middle of something, but I had to get your friend's attentions somehow." He smiled, completely calm.

"Oh, how rude of me, I did not introduce myself. I am Prince Alexei Alexandrovich Andropov, the Dragon King. You may have heard of me in history books in magic colleges, as well as the place I use to rule."

OOC: Go along with it. Make it seem like it was "forbidden knowledge." Better for RP purposes, ya know what I'm sayin'?

Although he remained calm his mind was racing. Hmm, this girl looks like she may attack me. I don't really want to fight, but I better make sure she knows that I'm not someone to mess with.

Finding the energy levels of Anna, he smiled. He bowed his head and closed his eyes as his body flashed a blinding white light, and he started to grow, but it was entirely in the form of the white light. Giant wings grew out of his back, and he grew to be twenty-five feet tall. A tail became visible, fifteen feet in length, and horns grew out of his head.

When he came back to a physical form, he was in his true form. He was no longer the Prince.

He was Damonagaashi, the Dragon King. His transformation unleashed an energy wave that knocked most people off their feet, but he maintained a constant level of energy felt from him, matching Anna's. He started to speak. It was a low, growl of a dragon.

"You require Mythirill to enhance yourself, while I only need to transform, and I'm still holding back. I suggest you sheath your weapon. I do not wish to fight you, but if you attack me, I will be forced to defend myself." With a closed fist about the size of a standard adult human male, and spikes on his tail about three quarters of that size, you could tell that wasn't too hard to do.

I know you. And if you're holding back, you aren't holding back nearly enough.

*The energy around her increased, and kept increasing, as though it would never stop*

Renor, Mith...summon them.

*Renor looked at Mith, questioningly.*

R -- Is this the Anna we knew?

M -- She is a Maril...

*The two mages set up a summoning...out of the portal flies a Gold clad figure, then a Silver, White, Blue, Red, and Brown. These are the eight elite mages of Kaymiril...known collectively as them and only called upon as such in times of dire emergency. Sensing such emergency, the mages prepared themselves for battle...energy levels in the room spiked*

A -- I am Crown Princess Annastrianna d' Maril...a half god not even at half power is easy prey for the elite force of Kaymiril.

*She turns her head to the Gold mage*

A -- Plak'la.

P -- Siyo, Qu'essan.

*The energy levels around the mage swirled as he cast a spell of Time Immobility around the draconic figure. All time around the figure slowed to a standstill, making movement difficult, if at all possible. The spell confined itself to an area ringing the monster, but not impeding the mages*

Damonagaashi laughed at their futile attempts to stop him. When her energy level increased, he made sure his increased double her rate.

When they casted the Time immobility spell, he unleashed an energy wave equivilant to that of the wave that occurs when a nuclear bomb is detonated, and it prevented the spell from enveloping him, considering the makeup of the energy.

"Measurements are relative. At half power, I could start to merge some of the realms, and that is something you could not even dream of doing in fifteen of your lifetimes. I have lived since the beginning of time, do you really think you stand a chance?!?" He picked up the gold mage and crushed him, hopefully killing him, and tossed his body like a rag doll out of the gaping hole in the tower, falling to the depths below. Outside, a storm was forming.

----OOC: Insert battle sequence here.----

"You are a fool." He whipped his tail around, tripping the Kaymirilian people, slicing some of them with the spikes, and although he couldn't see it, possibly impaling one of them before throwing it against the wall. He used his telekinetics to pick up Anna. As she floated, he took her sword and vaporized it, containing the energy it released in a bubble, of sorts, and cast it into the heavens.

"I have no time for this. Be gone with you." With that, he formed a portal, and cast Anna and the other mages into it, sending them all back to the Czar's flat.

When they were gone, he transformed back to his human form.

"Obviously, I have nothing to do here. Good day." With that, he turned back to his spiritual form, and vaporized, teleporting himself to who knows where.

OOC: Dude, you didn't even get to see my spell combo. So I'll insert it here.

The time spell having failed, the other mages drew their most powerful spell. Mith hung in the background, healing the barely alive Plak'la.

The five Elemental Mages, plus Renor, cast their spells instantly, sending them zooming in. God or not, half or not, full power or none...there was no way he wasn't feeling that. Meanwhile, Anna cast her spell.

"Kai Rokkai Shi Shi Hai Kokku Wa Gan Shi Sho Rai."

This was a forbidden form of magic...half holy, half unholy...the real purpose of the other spells was to let this one through. There was no entity alive that would not feel an effect of this spell...and as it was a mixture of holy and unholy, no raw energy attack would dull it.

However, the spell did not appear to do enough, and the mages, much the worse for wear, were thrown back across space to the grounds of the Czar's Derscon flat.

Damonagaashi, sensing the extreme power of the spell, cast himself into a rift in space/time in order to avoid the spells, while having a holographic image of himself displayed there as if to give the impression the spells went right through the physical manifestation of him.

Overlooking the situation through the rift, his eyes went wide. Oh my God, that could have probably killed me had I not gotten out of the way. When the spells were done, he exited the rift and took his place back where the hologram was, giving the impression he was there the entire time.

You are a fool." He whipped his tail around, tripping the Kaymirilian people, slicing some of them with the spikes, and although he couldn't see it, possibly impaling one of them before throwing it against the wall. He used his telekinetics to pick up Anna. As she floated, he took her sword and vaporized it, containing the energy it released in a bubble, of sorts, and cast it into the heavens.

"I have no time for this. Be gone with you." With that, he formed a portal, and cast Anna and the other mages into it, sending them all back to the Czar's flat.

When they were gone, he transformed back to his human form.

"Obviously, I have nothing to do here. Good day." With that, he turned back to his spiritual form, and vaporized, teleporting himself to who knows where.

Several hours later, Renor returns. S/he? teleports directly to the vast libraries of the Tower of Hoeth, hoping that there would be some little thing that could add to his knowledge of how to defeat this monster.

One thing kept running through his/her? mind...the enemy of the dragon is classically the Paladin.

Warfare was a bit shocked at what had just transpired.
"My my, such childnessish, the dragon King was supposed to be better than that, *chuckle* I guess I shall have to heal the tower then." Warfare mused.

Warfare closes his eyes and concentrates, the gathering storm disapates with no ill effects, the broken peices of the tower rise and fit themselves back together, the cracks that may or may not have been there summarily fixed themselves, the tower and environment fixed, a soft green energy leeched out of warfare and touched everyone who remained in the tower, healing their injuries, and setting them back to the way they were before things got out of hand.

"That should do it." Warfare says as he breaks concentration and cracks his knuckles.
"Anyone need anything specific that I didn't do?" Warfare inquires.

There is a bitter frost in Renor's voice as the mage speaks.

"He is not at full power, and he managed to kill one of my dearest friends. If you can help us in the matter of defeating him, it would be appreciated...if not, leave us mortals be to muddle through on our own."

"Hmm... an intresting possibility, I know you know of the Black Flame, but tell me, there is a Flame even stronger than that, it is pure, it is Holy, it is known, as, Fieros. Only someone of great power, who is of pure heart, can weild the Fieros. I can and will teach this ability. I wonder, will you try something for me? You see, I know of a way, to craft an amulet, worn around the neck, that actually doubles the power of your spells, Would you be willing to try it?" Warfare asked.

Warfare was really quite upset at the Dragon King. Even Demi-Gods wern't supposed to misbehave in such a fashion. Indeed, Warfare would help the Kaymiril and teach the Supposed 'Dragon-King' a Lesson.

OOC:

I guess some just don't take hints about keeping this at low power levels. You are going to destroy everything we are attempting to accomplish with this thread, the acceptance of magic and the proof we won't start wanking with it.

If you want me to finish this once and for all I can bring in a character from a different board.

BelDragos, The Elder God of Magic.

I will only do so if the others ask me too.


IC:


Galvenor stood there silently. He shook his head in disbelief at the childish actions. After a few moments he floated over to the bubble where the helpless form of Anna lay entrapped.

Galvenor concentrated upon his inner being. He reached down to the Conduit that connected him to the Multiverse. He found that particular connection and tapped into it, drawing power from it. He channeled the power into a simple enchantment and forced the Pattern out of himself to infuse with the Pattern that imprisoned Anna.

Those who were watching saw a brilliance extend from the entity into the bubble. The prison flickered and then with a loud "Pop", it was Dispelled. Anna fell from the wall to her knees. Reaching our gently with his Telekinesis, Galvenor lifted Anna to her feet.

Galvenor turned to the combatants and spoke to them in a voice that rang loudly within their heads.

"Excuse me, are you done yet? You are disturbing classes. If you don't stop I will have to call in reinforcements."

"I sense that I am not any use in this matter, but I am interested in learning more of this holy flame that you speak of. My control is so limited I cannot have any impact upon this dragon-king, and I believe Renor is now absorbed in discovering a way to defeat him. This man killed one of them a deadly display of power. I can do nothing but stand from the side-lines and watch" Cougar hung his head in shame, blood pouring from an open wound in his head (this is something that occured during the fight)

"I see the Healing energies missed your wound, I shall heal it." Warfare stated.
Warfare put his hand on Col. Cougers wound, a green light shone breifly, Warfare removed his hand, satisfied to help, for truly, healing others was his second greatest Joy.

"You wish to Weild the Fieros? Then tell me, have you ever delibratly murdered another in cold Blood? Have you helped others whenever, wherever you could? Have you befouled a Woman? Have you taken time to teach the young, and finally and most important, have you ever told a Lie, little or not, delibratly. Be honest and answer them all, Now is not the time, for if I test you, and you have lied about ANY of the above, Fieros will destroy you." Warfare Asked.

"I see the Healing energies missed your wound, I shall heal it." Warfare stated.
Warfare put his hand on Col. Cougers wound, a green light shone breifly, Warfare removed his hand, satisfied to help, for truly, healing others was his second greatest Joy.

"You wish to Weild the Fieros? Then tell me, have you ever delibratly murdered another in cold Blood? Have you helped others whenever, wherever you could? Have you befouled a Woman? Have you taken time to teach the young, and finally and most important, have you ever told a Lie, little or not, delibratly. Be honest and answer them all, Now is not the time, for if I test you, and you have lied about ANY of the above, Fieros will destroy you." Warfare Asked.

"I have never murdered in cold blood, I have only killed when under threat. My life is dedicated to the helping of others. I have never befouled any woman. I have taught our young SHADOW trainees in many things, and I have never lied to anyone about anything. I do not intend to start now! Despite my naivety in the ways of magick, I wish to help those of you who want to show the Dragon-King that we shall not be beaten!" At these words, Cougar unsheathed his blade once again. It was jet-black, made of pure obsidian. Along its length, Black Flame rippled, as though it were an extension of his arm. He gazed in wonderment, "This is unusual, I never seen it before"

Galvenor floated over to where Warfare was instructing to watch.

"Would you be offended if I observed?"

OOC: The situation is being dealt with, Balrogga...and the battle's long done, and Anna is elsewhere, although I'll bring her back to this thread, briefly.

IC:

It is good that you were not involved in that battle, Cougar...your control is meager, and I highly doubt that your countrymen would appreciate losing you now. I will continue training you until I am called for...I sense that the proper steps are being taken to rid the world of this evil.

Warfare, I would learn this technique of yours...to answer the same questions you posed to my apprentice: I have never murdered in cold blood, but I have killed in combat. It is my duty to help others, whatever the greatest good is, and from that duty, I do not stray. I have never befouled anyone, woman, man, or child. My students number in the dozens. And my very existence is a lie...if not directly, then it is a lie of omission.

*Renor's gaze flickered to Cougar's now-blazing sword.* Most interesting...apparently, times of danger seem to amplify your power. I have the feeling that the Dragon King may not fight alone...if so, we would be glad to have you join us in combat. Their blood will flow as water.

OOC: The situation is being dealt with, Balrogga...and the battle's long done, and Anna is elsewhere, although I'll bring her back to this thread, briefly.

IC:

It is good that you were not involved in that battle, Cougar...your control is meager, and I highly doubt that your countrymen would appreciate losing you now. I will continue training you until I am called for...I sense that the proper steps are being taken to rid the world of this evil.

Warfare, I would learn this technique of yours...to answer the same questions you posed to my apprentice: I have never murdered in cold blood, but I have killed in combat. It is my duty to help others, whatever the greatest good is, and from that duty, I do not stray. I have never befouled anyone, woman, man, or child. My students number in the dozens. And my very existence is a lie...if not directly, then it is a lie of omission.

*Renor's gaze flickered to Cougar's now-blazing sword.* Most interesting...apparently, times of danger seem to amplify your power. I have the feeling that the Dragon King may not fight alone...if so, we would be glad to have you join us in combat. Their blood will flow as water.

OOC: I like your style

IC: Cougar looked to Renor, his respect growing ever more. Despite the battle that had ensued, the mage was still willing to train him,"I gladly keep training. In fact, my time here is no longer limited. The conflict is finished, I recieved word earlier today. I will gladly join you in combat. Those who oppose us will lie where they fall"*looks at Warfare*"Do you have any theories regarding this?"*gestures to the katana*

I have a "theory." You are trained as a warrior. You have the innate ability to act as a mage. In times of need, the magickal aspect arises on its own...and the trained ability guides it. Not only that, but with the magick encasing your blade...the ability of that blade to slice increases no less than a hundred fold.

OOC: Thanks...but that was Renor blowing out some steam...s/he? lost a dear friend...Uuthli...he was so close to Renor, that Renor almost told the Blue mage his/her? name. It is a hard loss for him/her?

I have a "theory." You are trained as a warrior. You have the innate ability to act as a mage. In times of need, the magickal aspect arises on its own...and the trained ability guides it. Not only that, but with the magick encasing your blade...the ability of that blade to slice increases no less than a hundred fold.

OOC: Thanks...but that was Renor blowing out some steam...s/he? lost a dear friend...Uuthli...he was so close to Renor, that Renor almost told the Blue mage his/her? name. It is a hard loss for him/her?

OOC: No sweat. Any idoit can see the loss. Tell him his/her name? wow, tht is a big step ;)

IC: "Really? Well, this could prove more interesting than I anticipated since I arrived"*Cougar steps closer, lowering the blade*"Master Renor, I sense the enormity of your loss here today. If you want some time to yourself, take it, it's yours. I have no right to object"*Makes a move as if to grip Renor's shoulder, but refrains*

OOC: No sweat. Any idoit can see the loss. Tell him his/her name? wow, tht is a big step ;)

IC: "Really? Well, this could prove more interesting than I anticipated since I arrived"*Cougar steps closer, lowering the blade*"Master Renor, I sense the enormity of your loss here today. If you want some time to yourself, take it, it's yours. I have no right to object"*Makes a move as if to grip Renor's shoulder, but refrains*

OOC: You have no idea.

IC:
No. I will grieve for my friend in my own time, after the threat has passed. For now, I strive to see he did not die in vain. Find your way to the courtyards...your training intensifies.

*With that, the mage teleports to the courtyards, and using the evocation technique, began setting up a true training field.*

OOC: I know

IC: Cougar saw Renor dissapear. He sheathed the katana, and moved to the window. From here, he could already see the courtyards, and Renor standing alone in one. Turning to Warfare, who had been silent for some time, he said, "I pity that mage. I know what it is like to lose a close friend, and it is a horrendous expierence. As you are not mortal like us, I feel you cannot imagine the pain in his heart. I feel it, and it feels me with sorrow."*extends hand, palm open*" Take this as a sign of friendship between us. Together, I hope we three, and others, can stop this Dragon-King".

"First off, no, I would not be offended if anyone watched, secondly, Col. Couger, You may learn Fieros, Though I must physically test you to see how much you can currently handle. Renor, Although your entire existance is a lie, as you say, you were telling the truth when you said it, so therefore, you should be able to handle it. I think you may be able to handle more of it than Col. Couger, only because of your great experience. To begin, I will use my own powers against yours, both of yours, one at a time, what you will feel, will be something akin to a giant hand holding you, This is not an act of Violence, this is testing your measure. You may feel a bit worn aftr you are done, but you will not be harmed." Warfare instructed.

Warfare pointed at the floor of the tower, energy speed from his finger into the floor and throughout the tower reinforcing its magical defense. Satisfied that lessons would not inadvertedly destroy a section of the tower, Warfare closed his eyes and concentated. His energy seeped out and enveloped the two students, Warfare opened his eyes, they were glowing in a scary, yet comforting manner. He could see a small amount of his power settled in Col. Couger, Col. couger would only be able to handle small amounts of Fieros at a time. A good amount of power had settled in Renor, he would be quite a handful in later lessons, The Mages experience and familiarity with magic would serve him well. Warfare could also see the Black Flame burniong within Both of them it was an impressive sight. Warfare looked at his students, with a snap of his fingers he ignited his power with Fieros. Renor and Col. Couger both had just gained the power of Fieros, however, they would still have to learn how to control it, that came next. Warfare studied Renor for a second, the Fieros was not beginning to hurt him, it had accepted him. Col. Couger had been accepted as well, but that was expected. Warfare broke concentration, and his eyes stopped glowing


"You have both been accepted by the Fieros. Col. Couger, You may control small amounts of it for now, but with time, practice, and yes, experience, it will grow. Renor, you can control quite a bit more, but you will still have limitations. Eventually it is possible that both of you will become a true master of the Fieros. It now dwells within both of you, and for your first lesson, I simply want you both to meditate and feel it. Get in touch with it, and learn what it feels like. Do not worry, for although it may feel like your on fire, you will not be." Warfare informed them both.

Warfare concentrated, this time eyes open, energy gathered at his palm, with in seconds a small burst of flame traveled out of his palm and ignited in midair as Fieros, he grew it until it was the size of a three pound medicine ball.
It looked like a brilliant white fire, it was a little blinding to look at, nevertheless it burned brighter than any torch.
"This is what Fieros looks like, I will show its power later." Warfare said.

With a puff of breath Warfare blew it out like a birthday candle, it was his Fieros after all. The Room resumed normal lighting conditions.

"I did lose a loved one once, and I appreciate your friendship, everyone always needs a friend, now, to your meditation." Warfare said in an almost depressed tone. Shaking Col. Cougers hand, Warfare turned away, and stood alone in a corner, lost in private, painful memories.

"Thank you for this chance. For now, I will divide my efforts between the Black Flame, which was the intial reason for my being here, and the Fieros. As you asked, I will meditate and learn about it. However, do not take this as scorn, but I believe the Black Flame is closer to my control. Once I learn to control that, then I can truly learn the power of the Fieros" Without further hesitation, Col. James Cougar turned on his heel, the cloak whipping round as he did so, and left the room, seeking out the courtyard in which his master now dwelled.

Targets...clay jars...both the kind that would shoot back and not...items requiring finer control of magick to destroy...items requiring more power to destroy.

This all took very little of Renor's concentration. How often had s/he? done this?
A great deal of her/his? concentration was on the new ability that s/he? had received. It was a good deal like the Black Flame, but it would burn "hotter." S/he? analysed the ability, getting a grasp of it, feeling what it was like...letting it rush through his/her? blood, and even creating a small amount in the palm of his/her? hand. Phish would have probably been a better choice...but the Red Class mage, the one who specialized in Fire, was among those wounded in the fight. Mith was taking care of him now...knowing her, the rest of them would be back on their feet within two days. S/he? hoped that Princess Anna would take some time to rest...Uuthli had personally taught her what she knew about water magicks...and the Princess would not only be taking the loss of her tutor hard, but the loss of the battle, and she would be feeling, perhaps worse than any of them, the stress of the impending battle.

Col. James Cougar, haveing cast off his cloak, wandered through the corridors of the White Tower, his mind spinning. Not only had he seen things he had never imagined here, but he had seen Renor and them beaten by the Dragon-King. Despite his training, he worried for his master, and for Warfare. His two friends were reeling, and he felt helpless. It was at that point that he made up his mind. He would stay as long as was neccesery, to master both the Black Flame and his new power, Fieros, and to help vanquish this foe

During some of the archane studies doen in my empire which I discovered reading some manusrcipts I discovered a terrible and unholy power whcih would destroy entire landmasses and thous I was forced to outlaw the study of such dark arts in my country but yet their some of evil people how konw and yet I could track them using my own iherent magic I sowre upon becoming emperor I would never use magic which I would fufill but I wonder should I excute those who know such a terrible spell.
PS
I believe this may have resulted in the destruction of Atlantis.

Renor, noting that Cougar was taking too long, sent off a brief location spell, and discovered that the human had missed the turn, and was now headed much too far to the north. S/he? teleported to a few feet behind his/her? human apprentice.

"New towers are never fun...there was a left you were supposed to take back there about 150 feet back."

Walking with Cougar, Renor began to speak.

"Your worry is thick. But I will tell you now, all is not lost. At this very moment, our Crown Princess and thirty six of my best pupils are searching for items of power necessary for his downfall. Our list of allies is more than sufficient. We also got a taste of his power and what it is made of...and because of that, our Princess can cast his own spells back at him. Focus your mind on the impending battle, and do not be disturbed by what has happened."

Renor, noting that Cougar was taking too long, sent off a brief location spell, and discovered that the human had missed the turn, and was now headed much too far to the north. S/he? teleported to a few feet behind his/her? human apprentice.

"New towers are never fun...there was a left you were supposed to take back there about 150 feet back."

Walking with Cougar, Renor began to speak.

"Your worry is thick. But I will tell you now, all is not lost. At this very moment, our Crown Princess and thirty six of my best pupils are searching for items of power necessary for his downfall. Our list of allies is more than sufficient. We also got a taste of his power and what it is made of...and because of that, our Princess can cast his own spells back at him. Focus your mind on the impending battle, and do not be disturbed by what has happened."

"We were taught that in the Academy. If a man fell on a deniable mission, then we were to leave him. There would be a time and a place to grieve and worry about it. If it will help at all, I pledge my team of SHADOW agents, the best Snake Eaters has to offer, to scour this universe until they find a way to help us all" He smiled briefly, then continued,"And you are right, new towers are never fun"

My pupils are searching in the other thirty-four planes of existence...I would not risk your men in such an endeavor. This is a magickal war, and I would not have any caught up in it that could not defend themselves.

"I understand. They are avaliable if they are ever needed. Made of stronger stuff than many people give them credit for. Tell me Master, what is it that you shall be teaching me today?"

You will be learning many things during today's excersize. You have a hundred targets to destroy...and three -- they're colored differently -- that are to remain unscathed. All of the targets move. The three green ones will be trying their hardest to be destroyed, the others will be trying their hardest not to. Some of them shoot back at you, and some of them require a precise amount of an attack to be destroyed. Any more, they'll explode, taking a green with them in all likelihood.
You will have to be alert, attack, defend, and avoid, all at the same time. We will repeat the excersize until you do it correctly...and then you will do it again. Repetition is good for building skills, as you undoubtedly know.

"Of course I remember. Muscle memory exercises... the mere thought makes me shudder. I am willing to begin..."

OOC: OK, thts me for this evening, its nearly 11pm here. I will do the exercise tomorrow, whn I get on, so feel free to continue in other ventures, the Fieros for example, until I return

Renor takes Cougar down to the courtyard. It appeared to be an ancient site, littered with different bits of rubbish. In the center, Renor made a motion for Cougar to stop. S/he? continued on, picking his/her? way out of the debris. When s/he? had cleared the edge, most of the "debris" lifted itself up. Several large chunks remained in the ground, as did several smaller chunks, to make for an uneven (and slightly hazardous) ground.

"Begin."

At the mage's words, chaos erupted on the field. The targets spun around the human, some shooting at him, some divebombing him, three trying to get in his way, and most trying to stay away from his magick. As a final way to make the training authentic, Renor temporarily sealed Cougar's katana within its sheath. Then s/he? kept a watch on his/her? apprentice, to make certain nothing too serious happened.

OOC: If Cougar gets hit, he'll feel a lasting stinging sensation...no real damage, just painful at first, and it gets irritating.

Back IC:

Renor then goes back to his/her? musings. A god so angered at the actions of another that he'd teach mortals such a technique? Renor had not left off his/her? study of it since s/he? had felt it enter her/him?. It would be a difficult technique to grasp, as it was easily definable as fire magick...not at all the magicks that s/he? was accustomed to harnessing. The magick his/her? class specialized in was known as the "undefinable" magicks...magicks that could not be explained very well...just cast. Officially, they did not exist. Unofficially...well, that was another story. The head of that class of mage took the title Renor...the language's word for "black." Their voice was always under a charm of sorts to sound androgynous, and their name...faded into nothingness. Renor had not heard his/hers? in over a hundred years...and only his/her? chosen apprentice knew whether s/he? was male or female...and it was something that s/he? (the apprentice) would never tell.
The Dragon King. Maelthra Valuk, if he was to be believed. Renor was still not convinced of that...but the Princess was taking it very seriously. Little Anna had always been so pacifistic...and willing to try interacting with other nations. Look where it had landed her...right in the middle of a war that she shouldn't have ever known about in the first place. S/he? had a suspicion that that creature had found the Princess through Vhid's connection to Specter, meaning if she had stayed home, she would have been safe, and none of them needed to have died so needlessly. But the first shot of the war had been fired. Now was the time to stop worrying about the past and act.

Warfare was lost in memories, then he remembered something, Renor... there was a spell, long forgotten by most mortals, unused by Gods in favor of more powerful abilities, but powerful nonetheless, perhaps, perhaps Renor could handle it. If he could handle the Fieros, second weakest of the Divine abilities, perhaps he could handle this one as well...

Warfare was still upset at the Dragon King, There was a strick set of Rules the Gods had to follow, and the dragon King broke the first one,
Never use ones divine power to harm, maim, kill, or otherwise interfere negativly with a mortals quality of life.

The Kaymiril hadn't even declared War upon the Derscon, so the Dragon King didn't even have any reason to use his power in such a fashion in the first place.

Warfare must definatly remind him of the rules, such an action could not go unpunished. Warfare went outside to see how Col. Couger and Renor where doing.

OOC: Think of Fieros as an even stronger version of the Black Flame, but diffrent. As ones familiarity and Grasp of the Black Flame Grows, ones grasp and familiarity of Fieros also Grows. There are diffrences between the two you will find out ICly soon enough, but for now, since Renor is so good with the Black Flame, he is half as good with Fieros, as Col. Couger gets better with the Black Flame, his gets better with the Fieros, in fact, for this test, some of his last few shots should 'accidently' be Fieros. If you want me to demonstrate its powers ICly, just ask ICly.

OOC: Renor doesn't deal with the Black Flame. S/he? can teach Cougar by instruction, but his/her? magick is far different. So right now, s/he?'s experimenting with it while watching to make sure Cougar doens't hurt himself.

IC:

Renor keeps the Fieros under tight control, working with little spells while watching Cougar. The flames take different forms, and even crystalize and vanish. Renor was beginning to grasp this pyromancy technique...even though s/he? hadn't needed to use pyromancy for a couple hundred years.

"one thing that I have noticed, is, that as anyone gains mastery over the Fieros, the develop the ability to form it into a weapon, really it is no diffrent than if you had just balled it up and threw it, but, in a weapon form, you can keep it and use it more than once." Warfare informed Renor, who looked like he was gaining some mastery over the Fieros.

As an example, Warfare made a common clay golem appear, then he made a Fieros sword. Wafare literally flies at the Golem, and hits it twice with the sword, using a bit more power to keep the sword each time. The Golem hardens and shatters. Warfare thanks the Earth spirit for his aid and sends him away.

"See?" Warfare asked, landing again.

Up till now Albereth had been watching the actions of the others.He had been mulling over what had happened in his mind then contacted the high council.They had supported him in his disision to help Renor and the others.
"Alghast dahwl ghan!" muttered Albereth, fires lit in his eyes, fires not lit for many, many decades.He floated to rest near Renor and spoke to s/he?.
"Renor, I am the Gilean Teacher, meaning that I am the Greatest of the Gilean's.I have contacted our high council of mages and will deliver to you their message." He dispeled the spell and summoned a scroll with the slightest flick of the mind. Albereth held the scroll out to Renor. On the scroll was writen, in common;
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We of the High Council of Mages, comprised of seven Teachers, great thee, Renor, and offer any help we can offer. However no official help can be extended as of yet as we have not located any sutable teams to help. At your word these teams, comprised of Seven, will be sent to help in any way they can.

The High Council of Mages,
of the Vortex, leaf, swirling flame, tsunami, Floating eye, portal and Gilean.
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"No teams are availiable, however I am, and if you exept me I will fight to the last."Albereth bowes and comes up, holding a flashing silver Dagger, The Knife of Gilean." Even to my dying breath. No Gilean has ever forsaken a vow, and I swear I will not be the first."

A weapon, then?

*The mage holds out his/her? hand and called the flame to it. S/he? took very great care in shaping the Fieros, as his/her? control over it was still untested. It flared a few times, but the flares were almost instantaneously put under control. The weapon was like two swords placed side by side in the same hilt, and it was fairly solid. Renor reinforces the less stable portions, and gives the weapon a whirl.*

You mean like that?

OOC: Renor is a mage by nature. You show him a trick with a magic s/he? has, s/he? will be able to mimic it...and eventually perfect it. S/he? doesn't have much weapons experience, though.

Up till now Albereth had been watching the actions of the others.He had been mulling over what had happened in his mind then contacted the high council.They had supported him in his disision to help Renor and the others.
"Alghast dahwl ghan!" muttered Albereth, fires lit in his eyes, fires not lit for many, many decades.He floated to rest near Renor and spoke to s/he?.
"Renor, I am the Gilean Teacher, meaning that I am the Greatest of the Gilean's.I have contacted our high council of mages and will deliver to you their message." He dispeled the spell and summoned a scroll with the slightest flick of the mind. Albereth held the scroll out to Renor. On the scroll was writen, in common;
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We of the High Council of Mages, comprised of seven Teachers, great thee, Renor, and offer any help we can offer. However no official help can be extended as of yet as we have not located any sutable teams to help. At your word these teams, comprised of Seven, will be sent to help in any way they can.

The High Council of Mages,
of the Vortex, leaf, swirling flame, tsunami, Floating eye, portal and Gilean.
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"No teams are availiable, however I am, and if you exept me I will fight to the last."Albereth bowes and comes up, holding a flashing silver Dagger, The Knife of Gilean." Even to my dying breath. No Gilean has ever forsaken a vow, and I swear I will not be the first."

OOC: Wow...this is a stronger reaction than I ever expected...I have to say, I'm honored.

IC: Renor dismisses the Fieros blade s/he? had summoned, and takes the scroll. S/he? reads over it once, then makes a halfbow to Albereth.
"We accept your aide in this endeavor. It will be an honor to work alongside our fellow mages in this battle against an overpowered monster."

"I see you can learn by example, this will make things easier, just remeber, each time you strike with your weapon, you must use a little Fieros to retain the weapon." Warfare explained.

Renor was going to be easier to teach than Warfare previously taught.

Should he share the secret of Ultima with Renor? Warfare was still undecided. It was still a mortal spell, first cast by a mortal, made by a mortal and perfected by a mortal, the Elven great wizard, Arcime, but, that was eons ago, and the knowledge was slowly lost. The Gods remembered though, they remembered everything. Warfare decided to wait a little longer, if Renor learned by example, that must mean that magic came as naturally to Him/her as swimming does to a fish. That wouldn't make learning Ultima any easier, after all, it nearly killed Arcime the first time he cast it, but then again, Arcime was at the Epicenter of the spell. Some decisions were tough for a God.

Yes...it costs magickal energy to create the sword, and each strike would require energy, and shock more off...requiring reinforcement after each and every blow.

*Renor creates a target some distance off, and summons up as much of the Fieros as s/he? could, then sent it all spinning toward the target. The target disintegrated, and caused an unanticipated backlash.*

Xsa.

*S/he? cast a different spell, a containment spell...Warfare would be able to see that it drained the mage, but it contained the power of the explosion, and Renor's energy levels started rising almost immediately.*

That is indeed a powerful spell...I doubt that it is quite powerful enough, though.

" well, I 'could' teach you a diffrent spell, a more powerful one, a mortal spell. This spell was created by a mortal wizard named Arcime, Eons ago, its knowledge was lost for centuries. Arcime created, mastered it, and first cast it. He was an Elven Great Mage, and it nearly killed him the first time he cast it due to the fact that he was at the Epicenter of the spell. The only Divne influence upon this was that a Goddes healed him afterwards. The Gods gained the Spell, and we remembered it. This spell is resonsible for the loss of countless lives in ancient long forgotton wars. The knowledge was slowly lost and now only exists among mortals as mere rumor, myth, something you tell children in a story. I am a bit hesitant to share its knowledge, knowing that its destructive power would once again be loosed upon creation. so you would have to promise not to use it unless it was absolutly needed, this is the one spell, that even the Gods themselves fear, at least,those that know of it." Warfare said, a bit hesitantly.

It was out now, soon he would know what to expect.

Cougar relaxed his muscles, allowing the Black Flame to pulse through his veins. Each pulse brought it closer to the surface. The targets were weaving all around him, and he was aware of Renor watching him. His hands instinctively went to his katana, but he paused. I don't need that. The Flame is all I need. With this realisation, He opened his eyes and began to build a barrier. At the same time, his hands crackled with barely suppressed energies, and they unleashed in a tidal wave of power. It devastated the nearby targets, but eliminated a single green. He had failed for the first time

"Ohh, better luck next time," Warfare said.
"If you would like, I could summon a Vizzedrix, a Vizzedrix would be quite entertaining for you to try and beat. A Vizzedrix is a Monsterous Beast from Riptide, The BORG actually practeced their Genetic testing and made these first. They Combined the DNA of a Pirahna and a common Rabbit, They did not make the same mistake again, unfortunatly, they made a batch of 1,000 equally Male and Female, and they simply turned them loose into the Wild. Not their brightest Idea. Slivers commonly eat them."

Warfare made a quick Gesture, a self-replicating Target appeared in mid-air. It began moving around the courtyard at various speeds, in various patterns, you would never quite know what it would do next. The Self replicating Target looked much like a small boulder.

"This is a self Replicating Target, It will move around the courtyard in a random fashion. Everytime you hit it, it will reproduce itself, and a new one will appear in a random location, and move around in a random fashion. The Goal of this, is to hit all Targets at once, once you strike Fifty targets at once, they will all disappear." Warfare said.

Galvenor floated forward so he would be noticed.

"I am willing to learn any thing you think you may be able to teach me. If you think we can handle the energies I am willing to be the first to test it. After observing the Fieros spell I believe I can duplicate it."

Galvenor reached within himself to that connection he shared with the Multiverse and drew upon a fraction of the power that was available to him. He channeled the energies to his hands and white fire enveloped him. His ghostly image filled out and took on materialistic form. The newly created body of Fieros glowed like a small star. He hovered over to one of the targets and touched it. The target exploded in a great pyrotechnic display. Using his Conduit, he drew power to keep the spell active. Galvenor returned to where Warfare was watching and let the energies flow back to the Multiverse. The Body of Fieros spell faded.

"That felt exhilerating. What else can you show me?"



OOC:

I hope this wasn't too much.

I used a spell I determined I already knew to base your Fieros off. It was Incarnation of the Magical Spirit where we create an Eldritch Body out of magic and all the spells we currently knew. We would launch the spells using the energy body to feed the castings.

"Ohh, better luck next time," Warfare said.
"If you would like, I could summon a Vizzedrix, a Vizzedrix would be quite entertaining for you to try and beat. A Vizzedrix is a Monsterous Beast from Riptide, The BORG actually practeced their Genetic testing and made these first. They Combined the DNA of a Pirahna and a common Rabbit, They did not make the same mistake again, unfortunatly, they made a batch of 1,000 equally Male and Female, and they simply turned them loose into the Wild. Not their brightest Idea. Slivers commonly eat them."

Warfare made a quick Gesture, a self-replicating Target appeared in mid-air. It began moving around the courtyard at various speeds, in various patterns, you would never quite know what it would do next. The Self replicating Target looked much like a small boulder.

"This is a self Replicating Target, It will move around the courtyard in a random fashion. Everytime you hit it, it will reproduce itself, and a new one will appear in a random location, and move around in a random fashion. The Goal of this, is to hit all Targets at once, once you strike Fifty targets at once, they will all disappear." Warfare said.


I'll concentrate on the single target for now, but after I have learned to destroy it and funnel my power, then I will complete my Master's set task. I believe that I need more time to learn to control the power in an agressive manner. After that is complete, which may be some time, then , and only then, I will challenge a Vizzedrix. *Gazes around* You are all very kind and generous with your time, to help me learn to control my power. I am proud to have friends such as you"

"Galvenor, I will teach, for that is a great joy to me, but, I must first figure out what to teach. I know countless things that would amaze even the most gifted. First, you must tell me, do you have a real body elsewhere, or is this it, your true form? I ask because I have never encountered one such as yourself." Warfare asked.


OOC: No seriously, I do have to figure out what to share. I have a rather nice set of Elemantal spells for my RL book I am writing that I could teach. I may have to change Ultima, because of the Final Fantasy series and the claim they might have to it, but other than that, I do have some nice spells, mainly elemental, but still nice all the same. No That was a perfectly fine way of doing Fieros, I did not expect it OOCly, but nice all the same. would anyone object to learning Elemental spells?

Cougar, noticing the lesson going on out of the corner of his vision, focused his attention at the target Warfare had provided. It gave him a chance to focus the destructive side of his power. He decided to use his ablity to see to greater effect. He sent out tendrils of thought, probing future times. He could see where the target would be. His eyes narrowed, the flame crackled once again in his palm, and then unleashed itself. This time it was obviously under some form of control, as it struck the target in a narrow beam. As yet another target appeared, he repeated the process. After a few attempts, he wasn't even looking, just acting on instinct. He hoped this would have the desired effect

" well, I 'could' teach you a diffrent spell, a more powerful one, a mortal spell. This spell was created by a mortal wizard named Arcime, Eons ago, its knowledge was lost for centuries. Arcime created, mastered it, and first cast it. He was an Elven Great Mage, and it nearly killed him the first time he cast it due to the fact that he was at the Epicenter of the spell. The only Divne influence upon this was that a Goddes healed him afterwards. The Gods gained the Spell, and we remembered it. This spell is resonsible for the loss of countless lives in ancient long forgotton wars. The knowledge was slowly lost and now only exists among mortals as mere rumor, myth, something you tell children in a story. I am a bit hesitant to share its knowledge, knowing that its destructive power would once again be loosed upon creation. so you would have to promise not to use it unless it was absolutly needed, this is the one spell, that even the Gods themselves fear, at least,those that know of it." Warfare said, a bit hesitantly.

It was out now, soon he would know what to expect.

"Arcime...a most powerful mage. Any spell he created would have been something to see...and fear. I ask for this ability only if you are willing to teach it. I am not one who would abuse power...or, in this case, even use it in the case of dire emergency...such as the current situation."

Renor's head turned as the green jar incinerated.

"I told you, control above all else. Without control ability is nothing...and if you just react, as you are now, then what happens when something comes...from behind?"

A regular clay pot clips Cougar's head from behind.

"Arcime...a most powerful mage. Any spell he created would have been something to see...and fear. I ask for this ability only if you are willing to teach it. I am not one who would abuse power...or, in this case, even use it in the case of dire emergency...such as the current situation."

Renor's head turned as the green jar incinerated.

"I told you, control above all else. Without control ability is nothing...and if you just react, as you are now, then what happens when something comes...from behind?"

A regular clay pot clips Cougar's head from behind.

Cougar, fresh from his focus training on the target, turned his attention back to the task Renor had set him. The identified the clay pot, destroying it with a single blast. All around him, pots were flying. He was having to dodge, twist and weave just to survive. He could maintain the barrier to protect him from attacks, and destroy the pots, but this was an exercise that wuld take time

At the improvement Cougar displayed, the pots started acting differently. Those that remained would form groups, and then different groups, swarming like insects in on the attack.

One such "fleet" unleashed a salvo of electric energy at him, and as ever, the green pots were doing their best to catch one of his energy attacks.

OOC: I ought to make Renor a female just because you guys decided s/he?'s a male. I doubt I'll ever say, until/unless I decide to kill Renor off, lol.

" I will teach it then, but not here, I do not wish to destoy this tower in a mere lesson. instead, I will take you to and empty planet far away and teach this there. If you are ready, let me know, and we will leave, after, I have readied myself. Galvenor, if you wish you may learn as well. I would teach you, col. couger, but the sheer effort involved would kill you. You have a great way to go yet befor you can learn such things, for now, follow Renors instruction, that will serve you amply, I will interject now and then when I have something Relevant. This is simply Truth, I cannot help or change this." Warfare said.

OOC: I don't Flop, I always put She/He when describing Renor by sex, other than that I have always Renor's name.

OOC: Renor puts up with it. You can call him/her? whatever gender you want, you've just got a 50% chance of being wrong.

IC: Renor nods, then gives a different set of instructions to the clay jars.

"Cougar, when you've completed the objective or need a rest, tell the exercize to stop. I will return at the first opportunity. Until then, practice with your magick, and see what you can discover about it."

S/he? then turns to Warfare.

"I am prepared."

ooc:geez it's like everone goes on the complete oposite time that I do.

ic:----------------
Albereth looked around saw that everyone else was buisy, and decided to do something, to see if cougar would notice.He might freak out but he might not.It was always interesting when they freaked out...
Albereth quickly cast a fast spell, anyone who was listening wood have heard something similiar to"Draco...gra....nagt.....gar!"
A "dragon" was suddenly flying in the air above the tower swooping down behind Cougar.Albereth settled against a wall and waited to see how cougar would react to the presence of this dragon.It was of course, only an illusion but several students of Albereth Had freaked out.Alberethfocused on cougar, but kept his concentration on all his surroundings.

ooc:I love playing this guy hes fun!

Warfare put a hand on Renor's Shoulder, and said:"Let's go."

All Senses slowly fade to nothing, save for the point of contact between Renor and Warfare, it is similar to complete Sensory depravation, then Senses slowly return. Now Warfare and Renor are standing on a tall mountain on an unamed planet, in an unnamed Galaxy, in an unknown section of creation. The only sign of life on this planet is the Vast forest that covers it.
Warfare lets go of Renors shoulder turns to him and says: "Now observe carefully yon mountain, for that is where I shall cast the most powerful non God spell created."
Warfare closes his eyes and speaks in a language only other Gods can understand, his Voice seems to reach beyond even the furthest star, this is no voice, this is a conversation between the Gods themselves. What was said, was to remain between the Gods for Eternity. Warfare closes his eyes and concentrates.
"Pay close attention now, for I will first demonstrate its power, then I shall teach the spell itself to you. You must be Very carful when using this, not just for the surrounding environs, but for yourself, because this takes a great deal of energy." Warfare said.

Warfare summons his powers concentrates, only one single word is heard from him:"Ultima." A blue aura of power begins to shimmer around him. Raising his arm Quickly he simply points at the largest mountain in sight. The Blue Aura of power shoots away towards the mountain in the form of a sphere, and disappears in the mountain, nothing seems to happen, then with out warning, the Small blue Sphere begins growing out of the mountain at a papid pace, giant explosins and large rocks are flying all over the place within the sphere. The sphere and all explosiens disapate halfway up the mountain Renor and Warfare are on, several large rocks miss Warfare and Renor. Warfare summons a stiff breeze and blows the dust cloud away, all that remains is a perfect spherical canyon, where several mountains used to be. Warfare writes the spell in midair, turns to Renor, fully expecting to see a mixture of Shock, Awe, and Horror, and says, "There is the Exact Spell, and everything you could possibly need to know to cast it. Think this will give the dragon King pause?"

Location: ????

The Dragon King, now back in his human form, wandered the temple grounds. The temple, of course, was for the Dragon King, and it increased his power. He walked over to the altar and bowed before the statue -- of himself. He muttered something, and the statue fell down onto the altar, splitting the altar in half. In it, was the realm's Kamidogu. He picked it up and smiled.

"I'm glad they made this easy for me. All of them should be in my temples -- the monks assured me of that." Just then, three ninjas, two sages in red cloaks, and one other person in black, came in. They didn't look friendly.

"What brings you here?!?" the person in the black said. When he saw the Kamidogu, be bowed.

"Lord Damonagaashi." The others recoiled in shock, and also bowed. Alexei smiled.

"Arise." They rose and he looked at all of them.

"Listen to me -- reconstruct this temple. There are people looking for me. Make it seem like everything is in order. Trap them, do you understand?" He nodded.

"My Lord, this entire realm supports you." He nodded. This must be my homeworld.

"I'm glad to hear that." He walked outside, watching the dragons roam around, with people riding them.

"I'm glad to see my people are accepted, now." The one in Black nodded.

"They do. Here, Dragon worship is the religion, as it should be." Alexei then sensed something. He turned to the black mage, and realized who he was.

"You....my....my....." He knew this instantly. The energy levels of him were actually above his at the moment. The man in the black robes was at full power and has been since the Dragon King was cast into the Nexus. Full power for they guy in black was about three-quarters that of the Dragon King's full power. Alexei embraced this person, while the ones in red, the Dragon Masters (trained to be about half as powerful as the guy in black), stood idely by.

"Father," the man in black said to the Dragon King, deep in emotion. "It is time you reclaim your Throne."

OOC: Hey, I test my apprentices by MY timetable. I have no doubts in Cougar...but you might tick off Renor.
ooc:dang it. Oh well, guess it might be fun having verbal sparring matches.

Throughout the wind and everything, the Mage's hood stayed up, so whatever expression was on his/her? face was undescernible, but the tone of voice made clear what s/he? felt.

"Holy hell...No wonder it was a spell you were hesitant to teach...it is a spell I would lock away for eternity...however...it might do us well in the upcoming fight. This...dragon...is not going to be an easy target."

Renor mused on this spell for a few moments, trying to think whether or not s/he? could muster enough energy for a spell so destructive. Unlike the Fieros, this spell was one of the types s/he? could consider within his/her? class. Maybe...if s/he? gathered the energy so...and channeled it thus...yes.

Looking toward another mountain, the mage raised his/her? hand. The energies around Renor flowed into him/her?, and built steadily. S/he? then focused all this newly found energy in the palm of his/her? hand.

"Ultima."

Renor felt almost as though s/he? was being ripped apart, but s/he? endured through the agony of the spell, and cast it. It had cost some amount of his/her? tupora fashka, more than s/he? was accustomed to using. Unconciously, s/he? drew in the energies from around him/her? while the other mountain met its destruction.

"This certainly might give this creature a pause."

Renor turned to Warfare and bowed, a little bit deeper than the customary bow of his/her? people. As s/he? rose from this bow, his/her? hand went up, and into his/her? hood, and s/he? pulled off his/her? mask, then pulled down his/her? hood.

There stood a man whose angular face was softened none by his black eyes.

"I, Alberekek, thank you for this spell...and I vow that it will never be used against the innocent, only in times of dire need to help those who need it."

Renor put his mask back on, and pulled up his hood, and there, again, stood the androgynous mage.

"And now, if you are willing, there is one more thing I would ask of you."

OOC: Warfare, Renor's just shown you the biggest measure of respect s/he? is capable of. S/he? trusts you to not reveal his/her? name/gender to anyone.

OOC: I will never tell...

IC: "What is it, Renor. I know you do not often show your true Identity to know one, and thus I promise never to tell. I shall wait to transport you back after you are done. Trust me when I say the first time is the hardest. Teaching is one of my greatest joys, yet sometimes it is necassary to teach harmful things. Not everyone wishes peace and sometimes the lives Gods live are not the happiest. No matter, there are also great joys. I feel soon we must find the dragon Kings Realm. that will be an adventure in itself. There is one thing I must do before the time comes to leave, and that is to prepare my second form, the OmniSliver." Warfare said.

Warfare took a deep breath and then layed his Charge.

"The spell you have just learned is magic of the Highest order, From this point on, you, and all the other Mages that will follow after you, are hereby Charged with keeping this spell safe and at the ready, for such a time as it is deemed neccassary to use it again, may that day never come." Warfare Charged.

OOC: All this is, is keeping the spell in recorded knowledge, and passed down from generation to generation, and they way I wrote it is how the spell manifests. Feel free to use this spell when you want, as you want. Like I promised earlier, I will never spill Renor's secret.

OOC:

Damn real life.

Galvenor is a Truly evolved energy form. The Ta'Nar evolved out of their need for material forms thousands of years ago. About 1500 years ago they no longer needed to hitch a ride in another, being completely self sustaining and no longer needing any body what so ever. The Ta'Nar are neither male nor female, gender being a material aspect... I use pronouns out of habit and to keep the post from being littered by their names.

I have dozens of spells I created for AD&D over the past 26 years. I can use them as lessons.

Unfortunately I have to do some Retro Gaming. I will turn away from Renor once I realize what you are doing so I do not see his face if you wish.



IC:

“I accept your invitation and will accompany you to this world you speak of. I wish to learn everything, and in return I could teach some of the spells I have learned over time.”

Latching onto Warfare and Renor essences, Galvenor rode the teleport spell appearing along side the other two. Galvenor watched as Warfare manipulated the energies and directed it into the mountain. The vast explosion threw debris all around the three, some of it passing through the spot where Galvenor’s body would have been. The dust was blown away and be looked at the perfect sphere where the mountain used to be.

“Good thing the mountain is not volcanic. There would have been a bit more mess to clean up. Hmmmm. The spell appears to be a long range disintegration or teleportation spell of vast size. The disruption could have been caused by the displacement of the mass. The energies you used suggest the disintegration rather than the teleportation.”

Galvenor watched Renor cast Ultima. The target disappeared in the same way Warfare’s had. In awe Renor turned toward Warfare. Galvenor caught a glimpse of what Renor was about to do and turned away. Galvenor concentrated upon his Conduit, drawing upon massive amounts of Power. He channeled it through his consciousness, shaping it to his needs. The energy flowed out of his consciousness and flew to a distant mountain. The granite monolith disappeared in a cloud of dust and debris as the matter of the mountain inverted into nothingness. Keeping the Link active he turned the focus to the right and its neighbor disintegrated into a plume of dust. Letting the Power drain from him, he ended the spell.

“Wow, you can really pack a wallop if you can keep Power channeling into that thing. I will have to investigate this further. It will require much thought and debate before we would use it upon another sentient being, unless as a last resort.”

Galvenor looked at his two companions and asked.

“What would you like me to teach you in return?”

What I require, I might already have, I seek a perfect energy source. A method of Creating endless energy, that never runs out. I seek a method of harnessing said energy and making it power a battleship of unimaginable porportions. I have found the method for the weapons, I have found the metal, the legendary Darksteel, found on the World of Mirroden, the only other thing I need, is, a crystal capable of channeling this energy, storing it, and using it. Soon, Warhaven will be more than just a name, soon it will exist!
(Insert unsettleing evil meniacel laughter)" Warfare said with a passion in his eyes.

Resuming normal sanity, Warfare said:"I would be intrested in knowing if you had a method of destroying a star, causing vast amounts of damage, and then restoring the star, and all effected areas back to the way befor the destruction of the star while still keeping the damage caused. I am almost complete in creating the Supernova GOD spell, I just need to figure out how to keep the damage, without hurting myself at all. the Ultima Spell is a combination of both a teleportation spell, and, a disentegration spell. It is extreme Chaos contained by Law, this is the only way I can explain it. I am most impressed by the fact that you can keep channeling energy into it. After we are done learning here, I will use the power of HOLY and restore this planet to normal. It is not right that we should trash an innocent planet and leave it to suffer. this was part of the agreement I had to make with the other Gods to unseal Ultima.

"We are a race of energy beings who are specialized in Channeling. As a matter of fact, Channeling is second nature to us because our bodies are composed entirely of energy so we can Channel great amounts without risking "Burn Out" associated with corporeal lifeforms. Because of this we can easily manage large amounts of mana, magic, or whatever the locals call it. We have learned how to tap into the Lifeforce of The Multiverse. All beings have a connection to the Multiverse. We call it The Conduit. Most the Conduit is “dead” or inactive. Some mages have access to this in lesser degrees, usually a trickle although I have heard of a few who could squeeze out a little more. The problem is it’s too easy to destroy your material form with direct energy from The Multiverse. That is why we can excel at Channeling. We also excel at something we call Metamagic. That is the manipulation of spells using magic. Usually it is to augment the spell but disrupting one is just as viable."

" I see, Energy Spells would be the best for you then, although the ones I know are pretty powerful, in the mean time, You too must pass this spell on from Generation to Generation. If you will excuse me for a while, there is something I must do." Warfare said.

Warfare snapped his fingers and a book appeared. Just under the cover was a picture of Col. Couger doing his training exercises, this was a live picture and kept moving. Instructions underneath the picture said:"To return to the tower before my return, simply press the picture above."
Warfare then simply disappeared.

Warfare popped into a Sealed Realm, a place where only true Gods can go. He did not make it, but he did live here. He went to a quiet empty section, and began talking to all of his children at once, informing them in earnest, that he would need to borrow their powers. That being done, Warfare went to work perfecting the OmniSliver.

Cougar watched as Renor dissapeared from view. He elected to continue with the exercise until his master returned. It was becoming more difficult each time he attempted it. Now, they attacked not as single entities, but as entire groups. This was very difficult to do, and he had already failed once before.

OOC: Its irritating, Renor and Warfare are always on whilst im at school! damn it!

OOC: well, I don't know where your at, but where I am at it is 11:30 A.M., and I am at the computer commons in College.

ooc: What no reaction for the "dragon"?He's hurt.
ic:
Albereth was forming an idea.It probably wasn't a very good one, considering how Renor might skin him alive.Oh well, Albereth shrugged.That was a common happening event at the acadamy.

"Cougar, how often have you caste a spell in hatred, with no other objective than to obliterate the hated?

(Cougars answer here)

"Oh, ok."Albereth nodded then suddenly tripped(or tried to trip) Cougar.

OOC: I will never tell...

IC: "What is it, Renor. I know you do not often show your true Identity to know one, and thus I promise never to tell. I shall wait to transport you back after you are done. Trust me when I say the first time is the hardest. Teaching is one of my greatest joys, yet sometimes it is necassary to teach harmful things. Not everyone wishes peace and sometimes the lives Gods live are not the happiest. No matter, there are also great joys. I feel soon we must find the dragon Kings Realm. that will be an adventure in itself. There is one thing I must do before the time comes to leave, and that is to prepare my second form, the OmniSliver." Warfare said.

Warfare took a deep breath and then layed his Charge.

"The spell you have just learned is magic of the Highest order, From this point on, you, and all the other Mages that will follow after you, are hereby Charged with keeping this spell safe and at the ready, for such a time as it is deemed neccassary to use it again, may that day never come." Warfare Charged.

OOC: All this is, is keeping the spell in recorded knowledge, and passed down from generation to generation, and they way I wrote it is how the spell manifests. Feel free to use this spell when you want, as you want. Like I promised earlier, I will never spill Renor's secret.

The Ultima spell will be passed along as the final spell a student of my class learns before assuming the title Renor. Neither myself nor my line will abuse this power.

My request is this: in the battle with the Dragon King, our Crown Princess cast a highly forbidden spell...a spell forbidden because of the incredible power it unleashes. She hoped to use it to weaken him, but her attempt failed, and now she lives under a curse. As we speak, she begins to feel the pain of the curse...to say she has a week yet to live is a generous estimate. If you can, and if you will ((OOC: if you will in this case means "if you are willing to)), I would request that you remove the curse from her. I can bring her to the Tower easily enough.

OOC: It's 3:40 (in the afternoon) here.

"I have never cast in hatred at anyone. Before I arrived here, I couldn't even use the Black Flame."
*stumbles, but simply rolls with it, and is on his feet in a second* "Nice try," he smiled wanely, but thinking, Idoit. What does he think he is doing? I now have an alliance with perhaps the two most powerful mages in this Tower, although they are away training currently. It is of no consequence, he obviously does not want to defeat the Dragon King. A man with little or no stomach, who prefers under-handed tricks as opposed to straight confrontation. Not worth my time.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must continue with my training"

Renor opens the book. S/he? trusted Warfare to give an answer upon his return. S/he? flips through the book, noting the mostly-blank pages (if they aren't mostly blank, TG me and I'll correct it). S/he? then tapped the picture of the Tower. S/he? disappeared, leaving the book there for Galvenor.

Renor reappeared in the courtyard. S/he watched Cougar train a bit more, and stood silently, musing many things.

Cougar, noticing his Master had returned, stopped his exercise. He could feel something was wrong, but he was hesitant to do anything about it. As he extended his mind, he caught glimpses of many things, all fleeting, none making any sense at all. He withdrew again, fearful of Renor if he knew he had been trying to find out what was wrong.
"Renor, are you OK? You seem distracted"

"Okay" is a very relative term. In the same day, I lose my closest friend and gain the most destructive spell ever weilded by a mortal. I face a creature more dangerous than any I thought existed. It has been an educating day...albeit a trying one.

*Renor knew s/he? had given know clear answer, but it didn't matter.*

I have many things on which to think...return to your exercise. It is not necessary that you should worry yourself over my level of mental ease.

"If you say so. I trust your judgement implicitley, therefore consider the matter closed". Cougar returned to the exercise, where he lost himself once again in the myriad of pots. He found that he was no longer truly thinking of how to do the exercise, but he simply flowed from one target to the next. All the time, the Black Flame burned brightly. Occasionally, a flicker of white appeared for the briefest of moments, and he assumed this was a small manifistation of the Fieros. He thought little of it, and drawing his katana, he began to use the flame surrounding it to decimate pots, focusing his energy into the blade

Renor watched his/her? student. He has progressed greatly since beginning his training...I had wondered whether humanity still had enough ability within them to create one of his kind, or if they had already extinguished it. Humans fear what they do not know...and magick is one of those things they cannot understand so easily. They are one of the only "good" races which wages war upon its own kind. I had not expected to ever meet an upright human...or a human mage so capable of learning.

OOC: I find it entirely amusing that you went from spelling it "magic" to "magick." There really is a reason I spell it with a k. "Magic" is parlor tricks, like the rabbit out of the hat. "Magick" is stuff like the spells Renor cast.

OOC: I thought magick would be more appropiate in this thread + you know more than me about this, so basically I'm following your lead

IC: Cougar continued the exercise, beads of sweat forming droplets on his skin, soaking his clothing. His shoulder length blond hair was now soaking, and it crept into his eyes. He ignored it, instead using the Flame tosee the targets. He felt weak... his vision was becoming hazy... then his knees buckled and he sank into unconciouseness, the Flame still burning

Renor waved his/her? hand as Cougar collapsed. "Vrine'winith."

The pots disappeared, and Renor stepped knelt by his/her? pupil's side. Putting his/her? hand on his forehead, s/he? lowered the flames until they were safely contained once more within Cougar. S/he? then infused a little bit of fashka into the weakened human. S/he? stopped when Cougar came to.

"I told you, if you need to stop, do so. There is a difference between pushing yourself to the point of growth, and pushing yourself past the point of exhaustion. Come on."

Renor pulled the human to his feet, and helped him to a bench, then conjured more of the strange drink.

"Take a rest."

Cougar gratefully accepted the drink, and it once again had a similar effect upon the human. He sat quiet for a moment, then spoke again, "Never in all my years as a SHADOW operative have I felt like that. I have gone without sleep for days on end, finished assignments that other men deemed impossible, but never like that" He leaned forward, his hands clenched, "Do you know how old I am Master Renor? I am only 26, and I have been a SHADOW operative since I was 15. Never have I felt as odd, but as powerful as I did out there"*extends hand*"I wish to learn more of this power that I hold. As you said, the line is thin between growth and exhaustion, but I want to see how far I can push that line"*clambers unsteadily to his feet, then bends and retrieves his katana*"Again, if you please"

I told you to take a rest. That means go back to your room, get something to eat, take a shower, or take a nap. I do not work my students past exhaustion, and although you think you're refreshed because of that...there is only so much you can do. When you are truely ready, I will be in the library.

*Renor turned and walked off.*

OOC: Renor's a tough task master, yes. But s/he?'s also not foolish. An apprentice that works to burnout too often will break.

OOC:

Yup, I'm done with this thread for now. HERE (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=390770&page=1&pp=20) is where I'm developing it furthur.

(.)(.) cool

ooc: it would appear that much has happened since I left. Nice job Kaymeril, it seems that you can carry-on whenever I'm unable to stick around. I'm just trying to act as I guide to this whole thread, and let everyone else do the sharing...
Damn Slaanesh, who the Hell posted breasts on my forum??

ooc: What no reaction for the "dragon"?He's hurt.
ic:
Albereth was forming an idea.It probably wasn't a very good one, considering how Renor might skin him alive.Oh well, Albereth shrugged.That was a common happening event at the acadamy.

"Cougar, how often have you caste a spell in hatred, with no other objective than to obliterate the hated?

(Cougars answer here)

"Oh, ok."Albereth nodded then suddenly tripped(or tried to trip) Cougar.

ooc:IS Renor going to skin Albereth alive?He'd probably not mind.Too much. Losing your skin is an interesting experiance, and he lives for interesting experiances.If any of you have read Dragonlance, Albereth is a Kender, a type of happy-go-luck race of 3foot high humanoids.oh and snake eaters, don't get Cougar into personal combat with Albereth, he's very proficient in the use of hand-to-hand weapons.

Cougar nodded at Renor's back, he should take a rest. He decided to go back to his Cobra-class interceptor craft, in which he had arrived. Having retrieved a few essential items, he returned to his room within the Tower, where, after a shower and a filling meal, he slept soundly for a solid ten hours. His dreams were plagued by memories of the days events, so much so that he woke in a cold sweat at one point. Shaking himself awake, he got dressed, replacing his soaked garments with new ones, exactly the same design. He tied the katana to his waist, then rummaged through his kit-bag. Out of there, he brought his treasured SOCOM .45 pistol. It was, by Snake Eater standards, relitively antiquated, but it served him well for many years now. He checked it was working correctly, then strode out of the room, making his way to the libary, where he found Renor at a desk, studying some texts for evidence of the Dragon King (I assume this is what you are doing). He sat down next to him, "What are you studying Master?"

OOC: Never considered it. Cougar is a solider. He doesn't work with underhand tricks aka tripping for no reason, other than when they are needed, suchas on some special operations. Works by honour, honest toil etc

OOC: Probably not, if s/he? knew.

IC:
The texts were written in Draconic...an ancient text, and difficult to decipher, even for one proficient in the language, which Renor was not. S/he? could make out most of it...but it appeared that even the Dragons did not have very much to say about their long-forgotten Lord.

"I'm trying to see what the Dragons have to say about their king...apparently, there is very little in this library that suits the purpose."

"That is truly unfortunate. If only we could talk to one of their loremasters, maybe then we could yield some useful information about the Dragon King. Every solider knows that to know your enemy is a great asset. But, we should not becoma confidant. Confidance is ignorance - if you are confidant, there is something you do not know" Cougar caught himself. This as not him. This was not who he was. What was happening to him?

And that which you do not know is most often that which kills you. Exactly.
Yes...you are beginning to gain wisdom. Partially it's the soldier in you...but when you are learning to weild magick, you begin to look at things differently. There are many sides and angles to anything that occurs...each and every tale has an intricate web.

In any event, are you ready to resume your training?

OOC: I like how you've brought your char along since the beginning of this thread. He's changed and expanded greatly. Maybe someday I'll have Renor actually bother to learn how to use a weapon...s/he? does know how, s/he? just doesn't specialize in it.

OOC: Thanks. Col. Cougar has changed loads from my intial idea of him, which is about 2 yrs old now. If you want Renor to learn to specilise in a weapon, I'll be happy to provide. Cougar is proficient in almost everything you can imagine.

IC: Thank you Master. I have been seeing a great many things in a different light since I arrived here. I am the only one of my race that carries this power, it is a lonely existence, as I am sure you are aware"*rises from his chair* "I am ready to resume my training, for I now fight towards the goal that is now common between you, me, and Warfare"

There are many who share this goal...fortunately.

*Renor stands, and begins walking back toward the courtyard with Cougar*

I will be certain to introduce you to our Crown Princess, should she come here...she is an idealist, much like you...and she fears nothing, even knowing the dangers.

OOC: Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Even though it would be an odd switch. Renor hasn't been a student in over a hundred years (unless you count the two spells s/he? learned from Warfare).

OOC: Not so much a student, more as a mutual pooling of our ablities. You teach me, and I teach you, Dutch door action, lol

IC:"I would be delighted to meet your Crown Princess, Anna I believe you called her. I recall you meantioning her before now. Now, let us resume training, I wish to grow in strength. I do not wish to be a spectator in the up-coming battle"

Annastrianna...yes.

*Renor held his/her? hand up as they reached the courtyard*

"Doera."

*The field became a testing ground once again.*

Begin when ready.

OOC: Yeah, that might be good, if Renor decides to use the Fieros blade in combat...that was so cool. ^_^

OOC: Fieros blade - combined with katana and Black Flame - deadly!

IC: Col.Cougar began the trial again. It was more difficult than before, but he once again kept the barrier up, and focused his power through his hands. As he slowly increased the threshold, he began to notice an odd transparency in his limbs. More than once, he found pots were passing through him! He carried on regardless, wondering if Renor had noticed this latest development in the Black Flame. Cougar was achieving what he had originally thought impossible...

Stop.

*The command was harsh, bitten out, given both to the exercise and to Cougar.*

What the hell was that? Such magicks as this generally don't have people "ghosting."

Cougar ceased the exercise. He was surprised at Renor's reaction. He had thought this ablity would prove useful. He was obviously wrong,"What is the problem?"

*For the first time, there was genuine anger in the mage's voice...but his/her? anger, as Cougar was to find, was not without reason.*

You must not blindly use some new ability. Any new ability, whether it be a new spell, new type of magick, or merely an expansion of an older ability, must be carefully considered and analysed before you actually begin it in practice. I have watched many pupils die because they tried to execute a new spell without the proper study.

Cougar hung his head, "You are right of course. I over-stepped my limits. Prehaps I should not be taught any longer, unless you are willing to forgive me my transgressions" He looked at where Renor's face should have been, but saw only the expressionless mask that had always been there

I do not half-train students. If I thought that you should not be taught any more at this point, I would kill you myself. Mages with limited mastery of their abilities are dangerous, to themselves and others. Go meditate on this new-found ability. When you feel you understand it, we will resume.

Cougar walked away from the courtyard, feeling Renor's gaze burning a hole in him. He felt ashamed of himself, having brought himself to a point where he had pushed too hard, and could have harmed someone.
He retired to his room, where he sat for many hours, eyes half closed, exploring this new ablity. He could do limited things with the Black Flame, but he wished to master it. When he finally opened his eyes once again, they showed how his mind was clearer than it had ever been before. He left the room, and took a quick walk to warm up his muscles, before returning to the courtyard. Looking around in the now semi-darkness, he picked out Renor form the host of people still awake. He approached with great caution and said, "Master, I am sorry for earlier. I disobeyed a fundamental rule, and for that I am ashamed. But I wish to continue my training"

A man in a black robe entered the tower. He looked at some of the people.

"Where can I find a person called 'Renor?' I am an ambassador from Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III, Czar of the Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon. It is urgent, relating to the Dragon King."

The mage's anger, caused by a genuine concern s/he? felt for all his/her? pupils, had cooled.

"I told you earlier, I will continue to train you. Tell me, what have you learned?"

The mage looked over to the Dersconi ambassador.

"I am Renor. What is it you seek?"

"I have learned that this ablity is yet another power of the Black Flame. It allows me to pass through solid objects, and become impervious to their touch. It could be considered another form of shield, but I am not truly sure"

Intangibility...commonly called "ghosting." While it renders its weilder impervious to physical attacks, it requires heavy concentration, and makes you all the more vulnerable to magickal attacks.