Aeonic Magick - the changing of causal forms/presencings and/or the creation of new causal forms/structures/presencings. i.e. Dark Sorcery
My family has ever been strong in the arts of the arcane. that's not to say that there are not other adeptus professions born from our bloodline. In fact, I have a brother that defies the calling of Wizardry. This is not his tale, it is mine. Four generations of sacrifice, my forefathers bled themselves dry to no avail. Clinging to an old mentality, a family "practice" if you will. We primarily breed Wizards. Our house is among the most prestigious of these. We are the primary academy for arts arcane relating to Wizardry. For four generations i have both heard tales and watched as my predecessors went to the walls to die. They were all fools! Blinded by a single mindedness and a devotion to the Arcane of Wizardry. I cannot say, if we had bred more warriors or archers that we would have fared better.
One would have thought, that with the lineage of power in our veins that a different path would have been attempted. Nay, this was not the case. There is another academy here in "Salvation", one whose practices would be defined as Aeonic Magic by those of my small minded line. That being, Dark Sorcery... However, this part while true in a sense is only but a fraction of the discipline. The Order of the Nethermancers Adeptus is held with respect though fear still creeps int the hearts and minds of the uninitiated of our Kaer. Linked all too often with the rituals which the Triumvirate utilized to fortify the faults within our wall. Blame falls to them and thus, their order has fallen to shallow ranks. All those in our Kaer who ascribe to this nonsense are nothing but simple fools... Perhaps, too, the fear of the beyond or after life and crossing of that barrier is a means for trepidation. If our order was more... approachable, then perhaps things would be different.
When it came time for me to begin my training, much earlier than normal due to the "climate" of our Kaer, I refused. I progressed in conceptual understanding much faster than my predecessors. Long had I labored to find a path that might better combat the hordes of undead, horrors and faltering of our runic shield from the scourge. I could find little in our training beyond the pure bloodline that fueled out exceptional arcane prowess. I could find nothing that would guarantee I would not become one with the "wall". It is not out of cowardice that I utter these words. It is out of sensible desire to find another way. if magic so heavily flowed within our veins then, perhaps, I was meant for something greater. A discipline in direct conflict with our family.
Once, upon a time, there was a Nethermancer known only as Nicodemus (the irony of my being named after him is not lost on me) born of our blood line. They were better times before the scourge. However, he was lustful of power and that quest drove him insane. He returned to our ancestral home and slew dozens of my bloodline before he was slain himself. Ever afterward, our line has forbidden the practice of Netermancy and focused upon the futile arts which provided nothing more than powerful blood sealing the faults of our Kaer. I refused and fled. I took up residence in the Order of the Netermancers Adeptus. I began my trials immediately, explaining my story to the headmaster there. They spared no time in my testing. Though arduous I had already surpassed many of their initiates of a dozen years, in my initial trials.
By the time my family found me and demanded my release it was too late. I had passed the trials, been accepted and the Triumvirate in a rare display of intervention forbade my family's intervention. Thus, my training began in the arts of "Dark Sorcery" as the common folk of our Kaer called it. Nay, this was not the case. I learned that with the thinning of the their ranks so too did the hold on the defenses for the barrier wane. It was not their scheme to do what had been done, it was the triumvirate. However, dulled by their harrowing and deadly trials with the initial binding of the ritual to the walls of our kaer they had become quite silent. Many aspects of our ordinary society fall into disrepair and after their withdrawl from our society as a whole. The Netermancers Adepticus was depleted almost to the point of extinction due to their heroic efforts in defense of our Kaer. My choice was well founded, and had been sealed within my own bloodline. The fear emanating from my family in the years to come was an involuntary reaction to an abomination that I was indeed not. Though I have oft heard my family speaking in hushed voices of the similarities between myself and this Nicodemus "the Vile", as he was called, over the years. I cannot deny the similarity, though I think my family was hoping that I would break the trend and bring honor to the blighted name through wizardry. I will bring honor to MY name through my deeds, the arts which I draw from have no bearing upon the character of my soul.
When it came time for me to man the walls I was prepared. My magic overwhelmed the foul presences attempting to access our sanctuary. I and the Adeptus Netermanticus have recieved no recognition for this other than that one, fateful, intervention of the triumvirate.... Our Kaer is dying, it is we, of the "Dark Arts" that had the foresight as well as the courage to approach the Triumvirate amd demand them to allow us to assemble a force of Adepts to leave the kaer in search of help and or the freedom to search for what we required to survive as a society. It had long since passed the time that our true elements "time piece" had stabilized.
I have held my ground at the duty of securing the wall. It is the hope of my order, that my extensive experience will keep the first team alive and allow us to return with the necessary supplies to build our lives anew.
Excerpt taken from the Journal of Nicodemus, just days before his departure from "Salvation"
My family has ever been strong in the arts of the arcane. that's not to say that there are not other adeptus professions born from our bloodline. In fact, I have a brother that defies the calling of Wizardry. This is not his tale, it is mine. Four generations of sacrifice, my forefathers bled themselves dry to no avail. Clinging to an old mentality, a family "practice" if you will. We primarily breed Wizards. Our house is among the most prestigious of these. We are the primary academy for arts arcane relating to Wizardry. For four generations i have both heard tales and watched as my predecessors went to the walls to die. They were all fools! Blinded by a single mindedness and a devotion to the Arcane of Wizardry. I cannot say, if we had bred more warriors or archers that we would have fared better.
One would have thought, that with the lineage of power in our veins that a different path would have been attempted. Nay, this was not the case. There is another academy here in "Salvation", one whose practices would be defined as Aeonic Magic by those of my small minded line. That being, Dark Sorcery... However, this part while true in a sense is only but a fraction of the discipline. The Order of the Nethermancers Adeptus is held with respect though fear still creeps int the hearts and minds of the uninitiated of our Kaer. Linked all too often with the rituals which the Triumvirate utilized to fortify the faults within our wall. Blame falls to them and thus, their order has fallen to shallow ranks. All those in our Kaer who ascribe to this nonsense are nothing but simple fools... Perhaps, too, the fear of the beyond or after life and crossing of that barrier is a means for trepidation. If our order was more... approachable, then perhaps things would be different.
When it came time for me to begin my training, much earlier than normal due to the "climate" of our Kaer, I refused. I progressed in conceptual understanding much faster than my predecessors. Long had I labored to find a path that might better combat the hordes of undead, horrors and faltering of our runic shield from the scourge. I could find little in our training beyond the pure bloodline that fueled out exceptional arcane prowess. I could find nothing that would guarantee I would not become one with the "wall". It is not out of cowardice that I utter these words. It is out of sensible desire to find another way. if magic so heavily flowed within our veins then, perhaps, I was meant for something greater. A discipline in direct conflict with our family.
Once, upon a time, there was a Nethermancer known only as Nicodemus (the irony of my being named after him is not lost on me) born of our blood line. They were better times before the scourge. However, he was lustful of power and that quest drove him insane. He returned to our ancestral home and slew dozens of my bloodline before he was slain himself. Ever afterward, our line has forbidden the practice of Netermancy and focused upon the futile arts which provided nothing more than powerful blood sealing the faults of our Kaer. I refused and fled. I took up residence in the Order of the Netermancers Adeptus. I began my trials immediately, explaining my story to the headmaster there. They spared no time in my testing. Though arduous I had already surpassed many of their initiates of a dozen years, in my initial trials.
By the time my family found me and demanded my release it was too late. I had passed the trials, been accepted and the Triumvirate in a rare display of intervention forbade my family's intervention. Thus, my training began in the arts of "Dark Sorcery" as the common folk of our Kaer called it. Nay, this was not the case. I learned that with the thinning of the their ranks so too did the hold on the defenses for the barrier wane. It was not their scheme to do what had been done, it was the triumvirate. However, dulled by their harrowing and deadly trials with the initial binding of the ritual to the walls of our kaer they had become quite silent. Many aspects of our ordinary society fall into disrepair and after their withdrawl from our society as a whole. The Netermancers Adepticus was depleted almost to the point of extinction due to their heroic efforts in defense of our Kaer. My choice was well founded, and had been sealed within my own bloodline. The fear emanating from my family in the years to come was an involuntary reaction to an abomination that I was indeed not. Though I have oft heard my family speaking in hushed voices of the similarities between myself and this Nicodemus "the Vile", as he was called, over the years. I cannot deny the similarity, though I think my family was hoping that I would break the trend and bring honor to the blighted name through wizardry. I will bring honor to MY name through my deeds, the arts which I draw from have no bearing upon the character of my soul.
When it came time for me to man the walls I was prepared. My magic overwhelmed the foul presences attempting to access our sanctuary. I and the Adeptus Netermanticus have recieved no recognition for this other than that one, fateful, intervention of the triumvirate.... Our Kaer is dying, it is we, of the "Dark Arts" that had the foresight as well as the courage to approach the Triumvirate amd demand them to allow us to assemble a force of Adepts to leave the kaer in search of help and or the freedom to search for what we required to survive as a society. It had long since passed the time that our true elements "time piece" had stabilized.
I have held my ground at the duty of securing the wall. It is the hope of my order, that my extensive experience will keep the first team alive and allow us to return with the necessary supplies to build our lives anew.
Excerpt taken from the Journal of Nicodemus, just days before his departure from "Salvation"
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