Sophia - The Three Tomes

[minerva]

Three Tomes
 
 Three tomes sit carefully bound together with a leather strap. All are of the same size, but the thickness of the volumes and color and type of bindings varies greatly between them.
 
 The first and thickest is bound in a hide that seems to absorb all the light around, as dark as an overcast moonless night sky.
 
 The second covered in velvet of a rich shade of red that seems to deepen to almost purple or lighten to cherry depending on the light. It exudes a faint aura of vitality.
 It is the thinnest of the three.
 
 Vellum covers the final tome, it texture supple yet strong.
 
 Each seems to have a purpose

[minerva]

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[minerva]

Dark Tome:
  Illusion on the other hand, seeks to deceive the senses.  They are alike, yet different in many ways.  The mind is a place of wonder, but the minds of many are weak and make easy fodder for those who seek to control either but enchantment or illusion.  Weave the threads carefully and you can compel the subject to behave as you wish.


 Blood Tome:
 
  Ean ameycw laaas E ils le oymaniram el welanyeelamelv iream E sylaan tyila oem amirilanaelam ean amilla laira wew.  E amelwam, quylaan amirilan anira lael amilla.  Amire amilla anirilan sill el anira tyilelanelv?  Ira ceenla cena sa, fyan iream nyill anirilan fa?  Laesaiream E sylaan oelw il amila ane welanyeelam anira anmyanir fairelw aniraem ceala.  Feanir eo aniras irilela ceaw ane sa.  Ean ela lean sa amire amecc tyila, fyan aniras.
  Tyamiriltyla ean ela 'aal amire amilannyirala eelam sa.  Sa cilanalaan tyaan sylaan irilela faal il veoan omes iram.  Fcillaan anira nyymlaa anirilan naatyla sa omes oycca alqueaelv ires, fyan tyilanealnya ela laesaanirelv E sylaan cailml.
  E naaty anira elelaeel eo irela a'hyelaeana fewa oemaselaan el sa selw calaan anira irewaeyla Emny elelailva nyilylaa sa ane elesean el anira latyean.  Laeel, sa tyaan amecc fa sela el fewa illw el selw.  Laeel


  Light Tome:
 
  Hunting. That is what Ael calls it. It is as good a word as any, I suppose. We have been doing much of it of late and I confess I do enjoy it. The thrill of watching the blood lust in the beast’s eyes before battle is quite intoxicating. My pet is quite the hunter. Bolstered by my command of the weave, he is even better. My skills continue to improve. I find it easier to memorize the incantations and the movements are becoming much more fluid with practice. The dance with the power of the weave is also intoxicating. How much further can I go? How many mysteries in its threads may I unravel? Will I surpass them in skill? I know I will. I am them, the best of them. How can I not be meant to eclipse what they are and shine in my own right?
  Ael’s hunting skills are serving me well. In a moment of weakness I allowed a newcomer to attend me on my plant gathering rounds. He was fairly good looking, and gathering can be so monotonous alone. He was also irresponsible and well below the skill level I should have chosen in an attendant. He should have been more appreciative of the magic I gifted on him. But was he? NO! He just up and disappeared as I was gathering. His lack of respect was enough of a distraction that I lost tract of the length of my spell. My cloak of weave fizzled in the most inopportune of spots. I was just barely lucky enough to avoid the gaze of a marksman as a scurried for cover. In front was a swarm of hungry insects, behind a lizard archer with a poison bolt etched with my name. Quite the dilemma that whelp had caused me. The buzz of those infernal wings and the slopping sound of the patrolling lizards invaded my ability to focus on a fresh spell to conceal myself, but I could not hide forever in that stinking swamp. Memories of the hunt flooded my mind. Then a plan formed. Earlier I had woven strands of the weave to ward Ael from effects of my fire. I could still remember the dance of that spell. I cast it upon myself then waited until the footfall of the patrol was the faintest. I unleashed a ball of fire on the swarm of insects, toasting them in the air. I could hear them crack and sizzle as I rushed past them and cast a second round of fire to make sure the swarm did not pursue. The patrol must have been far enough off that my escape went unnoticed by the lizards.  The weave adding speed to my steps, I sped from that grove unscathed.  Hunting is a very useful skill.  I shall have to find a way to reward my pet for this.
     
     

[minerva]

Dark Tome
  Within the confines of the mind, seek to weave a path of least resistance.  Most can be compelled to believe simply because they either greatly desire your suggestion to be true or the greatly fear it is indeed true.  Play on this weakness to bring them under your control.  Have strength in your convictions and guard what you do least others of like disposition try to weave within your thoughts as well.

 Blood Tome
  E irilela laanilmanaw ane amailela il tyilanir el sa Tyaan'la selw.  Ean ela lean hyeana illa laestyca illa oilaniram'la feenla ameycw irilela sa faceaela, fyan ira silnala il veew analaan layfquanyan.  Illeaniram eleala oem irela ilananalaneella illa amacc.  E amecc ilananastyan ane elanamanamela anira amailelala eo aniralaa aname ane laaa amirilan amecc iriltytyal.   E laanecc amelair ane laaa anira eflaeweill eo irela ocalair tyilemaw ameanir sela, fyan tycaillaymala eo ocalair ilma lae aillaa ane nyesa fa.  Ean ela anira tyilel eo irela selw E anireln E amecc alquea anira selaan.
  Light Tome
 
  If they die, it is their own fault.  Having my power behind them yet they are too stupid to make use of it.  Blindly they rush into battle.  Well if that is the case then I will keep my powers for myself or those who appreciate what I can do for them.  Now I have met a few who do.  Those I will welcome warmly.
  Daily I practice the arts of ink and quill and my skills as a scribe are vastly improving.  Alas, the teachers the guild promised are non existent so I must seek supplies on my own and my spell book is sparse to say the least.  So many weaves of enchantment exist for me to practice.  I guess it will take gold to pry these parchments from the hands of the elder mages. Is it not better to seek gold with the young and lithe?
  I have neglected my skills at the alchemy tables in favor for the quill. Soon I will have to return to the tables.  Again the guild falls short on its promises.  My rooms should have been ready weeks ago.  Xeen’s whip would get those lazy workers moving.  The inconvenience is beginning to annoy me.
 

[minerva]

Dark Tome:
  Do not fear the powers of life; the ability to take it or to give it.  Use what ever means you have at you disposal to prevail.  Walking at the edge of shadow and light, keeping an even balance, will aid your discoveries.   The mind of the dead is blank, but that does not mean you cannot learn to impose your will on them to do your bidding.  Living or dead, it does not matter.  Control is what matters

 Blood Tome:
  Ilirir ean ela ilcc amemnelv lae amacc.  E irilela sa tyaan amirama E amillan ires.  Ira weala lean laaa anira laanmelvla E tyycc illa E amailela el irela selw.  Ira elca anireyviran ane laaan anira irysill eleaam eo laanilfeceana ameanir anirilan anmecc Sahala
  Ceananca wew ira nleam anira laaawla eo weyfan E tycillanaw anirilan leviran faoema ira caoan. Sa wacefamilana ilflaalnya omes ires irilla amaeviraw iraileleca lae sa latyeala anacc sa.  E lairilcc irilela ane laaan ires eyan elnya sema.  E irilw iretyaw anirilan irewaeyla Emny oems ameycw fa vela, fyan ilcilla ean ela lean
  E hyenyn vcestylaa eo anira tyeamam E irilela ane eooam ires laireycw fa aleyvir ane irecw ires ilvilel ylanec ira mavilella anira oems E lae synyir walaema. Elca aniral lairilcc E anillaana ires ane laaa eo E amillan sema, em welanyilmw ires filnyn ane anira oeecla ira laymmeylwla ireslaaco ameanir
 
Yellow Tome
  So much time has passed since my last entry.  Not much has changed.  The minds of the weak still fall prey to my weaves.  How they underestimate me.  In all of this, a twinge of remorse.  I have touched a mind that was innocent of any blackness.  It shocked me a bit at first.  Never have I found one that is so good.  It seems a shame to ply my weaves on such naïve ground.  Perhaps I am wrong and the blackness is just well concealed.  I cannot imagine a mind devoid of any darkness.
  My scribing continues to improve despite no assistance from the Guild.  Both my teachers are nowhere to be found.  I must do everything on my own.
  The Inn grows wearisome and the bed is far too lumpy and small.  My captain is once again at sea, so I am not afforded the pleasures of his warm bed.  The delicious knight that showed much promise is also missing from town.  Perhaps he seeks to save someone else since I told him that  I am  in no way of need of saving from him.
  Cray seems to have taken an unusual interest in my relations with Jet.  Strange, from what my spies have told me her interests seem to lie in other directions.  Still the weaves are fun no matter what the course.
 

[minerva]

Dark Tome
 
The mind is malleable at so many levels. Control also comes at each one of these levels. Layers to peel through yield a wealth of knowledge to them who take the time.
  Order or chaos; which might have the upper hand when averting the intrusions? Indeed do all intrusions wish to be averted?  Sometimes a controlled flow of the knowledge the seeker thinks they may be after can be the best course of action rather than complete blockade.  Once again it is about control. It is always about control.
  Blood Tome
  Silla omeaml ytyel sa tyymlayean eo tyillalaeel.   Oem laesa ean iloomelanla aniraem laallaefeceaneala, oem eaniramla E faceaela ean maselwla aniras eo aniraem amailnlalalaala.    Amirilan oeecla aniraa ilma.  Selaan laaa sa illa laesa amillanel Xeenite falan el tycaillayma ilcela.  Anmya, anira Selaanmalala'la tyirecelaetyira el tycaillayma layeanla sa tyymtyelaa, E we lean nyestycaanaca layflanymefa ane iram a'nyalalaala.Ela sylaan fa el nyelanmec, aelal el anirilan oceilanelv sesalan eo a'hyelaeana tycaillaymilfca tyilel eo macaillaa anirama ela nyelanmecEaniramla amire sila elwaaw tymeela ane fa sema a'tyamealnyaw el anira amila eo anira ameaneny. Eaniram nyirilccalvala ane oilnya
Tyilman eo sa laaanla ane anmilel ires ane tycaillayma sa illa elca E walaamela, fyan illeaniram eleenya el sa selw lailala ane cailela ires fa.  E anireln oem il anesa E amecc ameanirwmilam sa feweca ilooanyaneella illw laaa amirilan anira nyellaahyalnyala sila fa.  Falaewala anirama ilma eaniramla E laaan ane nleamAnira ela anirilan acywala sa ela anirilan amirenyir ela lilïela eo wilmnlalala. E anireyviran anirilan nleamelv anira tycaillaymala eo irela ocalair seviran tyyan sa ilan aillaa illw ilcceam sa ane seela el, fyan E oelw salaaco el il wecassil.  Irela fewa ela elwaaw a'hyelaeana illw anira ela'tyamealnya eo irela aneynyir ilsylaelv
  Light Tome
  A chance meeting with Ozymandias.  We discussed the working behind the eyes. He had advice and a warning.  I will take heed to his words, even if I do not agree with all.  There may be others I can seek.  Ozymandias mentioned several possibilities to pursue and I shall have to make some discrete inquires.
  Once again I discover I walk this path alone.  Discussing my plans with cyel lead only to conflict, not support.  I should not have been surprised, but alas Dog remains my sole confident.  It appears that while others would share my body quite willingly, there are none I can open my mind to.  None that may know me.

[minerva]

Dark Tome:
 
  Understanding. What does it mean to understand?  Can the weave be understood or is it merely a tool to be used? These are questions only the truly great mages ask of themselves.  Others will be content to do, but not to understand.
 
  Blood Tome
  Ean ameycw laaas anira queelelv ymva nymatyan omes anira nyesselamla ane asfmilnya anirelaa laytytyelaawca Wmilvel nyilccaw.  Ean laaasla anirilan iresa illw irailanir anilna tymanyawalnya ilfeela wmeelelv Sinthar  omes anirela cillw.  Oeecla.  Fyan aniral amira laireycw E fa laymtymelaaw?  Leanirelv synyir E anireln ameycw laymtymelaa sa leam.   Jharl ela malaamelaw illw welaanillan.  Ael  iloanam laamailmelv ylwaelv ceailcana illa elillelairaw ameanir elca ela nyirillnya saaanelv laelnya.   Irela seaniram Vressue   amilla cenaca nyemmanyan … il oeec illw ill aillaeca laamilaaw oeec ilan anirilan

  Light Tome:
  The Arc of the Circle… seems to be nothing more than another vendor to me.  Still I will give one more try at a meeting.  It seems have little choice.  The guild does not offer instruction. Again I must do things on my own.
     
     

[minerva]

Dark Tome
  Evocation; the process of drawing energy from the weave.  The novice begins almost innately with small flares of fire or ice at the fingertips, or small sparks that fly through the air. The weave is alive with the energy of life.  This pureness of source can be channel to your will.  Learning to tame it and call it to your hand will serve you well.

 Blood Tome
  Irilla ira faal laalan fa anira vewwalala ane sa?  Ira irilla fanyesa il sillaanam ane sa tyillalaeella.  Irela irillwla, irela cetyla, aniraa wmeela sa oymaniram anirill E irilw anireyviran ires nyiltyilfca eo.  Anira ilflaalnya eo sa ilooanyaneella laaasaw elca ane latyym irela walaema.  Oem anira oemlaan anesa E laaan elca ela.  E oelw sa anireyviranla wmeoanelv calala illw calala ane eaniramla. Ira irilla anira ilfeceana ane anmilllaoems ane amirilan E laaw ilan anira sesalan… ean ela selaan a'hyelaeana.  E irilela ameaniriracw anira eaniram tyilmanla eo anira vewwalala omes ires, fyan tyamiriltyla laeel ira amecc fa mailwa.

Light Tome:
 
 *Sophia pads barefoot to the bookshelf and removes three tomes.   The low light of the fire reveals the scene in the room.  On the desk lies a dagger, its edge stained in blood.  By the fire’s hearth are two glasses, the remnants of a dark red wine within.  The coverings of the bed are all but gone, only a light sheet drapes the slumbering occupant.  Sophia takes a quill and gracefully lowers herself to the rug beside the fire to write*[/i]
  Kali… always gets things wrong.  But then, how would she know. She is not one of my mistress’s nor is that strapping older fighter I believe she told of in her tale.  True the wine they served was very much like that of the temple.  If made by grapes blessed by the Mistress how could it not hold her essence.  But the wine lacks the passion that is her.  Tonight I showed sa laanilv what it means. The pain mingled with the pleasure of the wine. I think this night he truly did glimpse the meaning of the wine.

He has asked me to mark him; to claim him as my own.  Does he truly understand what this means?  I indeed know the ritual of which he speaks… it has different forms foe different cultures, his being one of the more barbaric yet exciting versions.  He wishes to find his tribe… to ask them of the ritual for his people.  I have agreed to consider it.   The time spent in the wilderness under Xeen’s whip will be a boon to my skills.  I envision many doors we may cross as we journey.
The time of the Stag draws closer.  I must inquire at the temple where the ritual is to be held this cycle.  Where have the magical beasts been spotted and when will the elixir from the velvet be available?  Never before have I felt compelled to join with them, but as the time draws closer I feel the urge more strongly.  I hope it will not occur while we are away.
  *she closes the books and replaces them in the bookcase and murmurs a short arcane phrase to create the illusion of an empty space.  Then, silently she slides into the arms of the sleeping form and drifts back to sleep*[/i]
 

 

[minerva]

Dark Tome    The weave is not the only avenue into the mind. There are others to explore that will enhance both the experience and the desired effect. The alchemical arts hold many secrets. Knowledge stored through the ages can shed light on obscure and forgotten corners. There are many elixirs and potions that can alter perception and consciousness. Most of these are derived from natural versus arcane elements, although some of the plants and fungi are suspiciously unnatural. They are the offspring of arcane experiment and only have the vague appearance of natural. I have found two references that intrigue me greatly. A small footnote of an old Xeenite dissertation on self pleasure mentions a preparation of a dried white dreamer?s flowers mixed with honey and burnt as an incense to enhance sensations. A similar plant is mentioned in Aragen healing texts as a potion to ease nightmares. The shining blue stem of the clouded mushroom is also reported to affect will and has an effect that lingers for many days.
 
  Blood Tome
 
  Anira tycaillayma illw anira tyilel… ean ameycw laaas sa laanilv ela il ameccelv laanywalan el anira amilala eo anira Selaanmalala. Irela walaemala ilma sa tycaillaymala. Ira ilnynyatyanla anira tyilel, fyan aniral E laytytyelaa anira fceew eo anira irilamn mylla laanmelv el ires. Irela elca anmilllavmalalaeel amilla anirilan eo illalayselv ira nyeycw sillaanam sa. E laytytyelaa el irela ailvamlalala ane tycaillaa illw anira aooanyanla eo anira amela, ean nyill fa oemveelal anirela elnya. E amecc irilela ane tyylelair sa ceelam ane silna layma ira weala lean nymelala anirilan cela ilvilel. E amelwam iream laanmelv anira irilamn ela illw iream synyir ira nyill alwyma faoema favvelv irela selaanmalala oem macaillaa?
  Light Tome
I have been somewhat surprised at his willingness to serve me. I must find out more about this tribe of his, one that puts so much value on the gifts a woman can bring her warrior. Our scouting missions to the peaks have been few. The time of that journey lies well off, while the time of another draws near. The stags have been called. We will travel to the festival. I feel the calling in my being as one I cannot explain. It is a need to be fulfilled.  His devotion to me has greatly increased the thickness of my volume of collected spells. I know not where these come from, nor really do I care. I now have a excellent base of knowledge from which to learn. The Tower’s completion is still a far ways off, but I have been rewarded for my patience with a new rank. It is a start. The patience of others may not be so refined and vacancies on the councils may also appear.