Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 15:45:14 GMT -6
Magic, comes from the Soul. When we cast magic, we burn our soul to fuel the power of the Gods that we harness. I can tell you true that it is their power we harness, for I have seen them, and spoken to them. Yea, I am good friends with a number of them. With one of them I am mated, and she bears my child. When our soul is burnt, we lose ourselves. Personality and Emotion drain away. When ones soul is completely burnt and lost, one is naught but an empty shell doing nothing but surviving.
However the Soul is never lost completely. Acts of Self-Expression, Love, Strong Emotion, all replenish the Soul by being the purest expression of the Self and of the Soul. This is the reason why those Mages who lock themselves away in towers and do naught but cast lose themselves, yet those that work with others, or simply enjoy reading, writing, painting, or any other pass-time with moderate spell-casting, remain who they are. This is why Archmages always seem either so brooding, or so jolly. They tend towards expressing extremes of emotion because they are stronger expressions of the Soul. This is why the Red Mages always carried mementos and pass-times with them, to keep themselves when they must cast in great amounts.
Heroes are renowned for being people with a strong soul. A soul strong enough that it stands against and overtakes the will of those who would seek to overcome them, strong enough that it stands firm against the darkest night and sharpest sword and reforges destiny as it sees fit. If I were to ask any child, they could name people who had such a soul, though I would be asking them to name Heroes, not what I shall discuss now.
In my travels I have met many strong souls. In my many years I have watched them blossom, whether it be through prosperity or hardship, and arise harder and stronger. But never before had I seen a soul like the soul of that young girl, Arae of Redriver. Or, as many know her, the Wolf Queen. The woman who slew Gods and struck down a God King from his throne, who with a fist of steel and a heart of gold forged a Golden Era for her Children, Werewolves, Vampires, Golems, Dwarves, Elves, Humans, it did not matter what they were, they were her Children in her eyes. Arae was one of the few people I have observed who dabbled in Bloodsmithing, and made the Alloyed Metal, Blutestaehl, a metal tied to the very soul of the wielder. A metal I have forged into the Pommel and Core of my Sword, to allow it to act as a Catalyst and Stave for my spellcasting. Blutestaehl is stronger when the soul of its wielder is strong. Arae's soul was one of the strongest I have ever seen. Her emotions and will, tempered in the flames of rage, wrath, pride, love, everything she felt over centuries of heartbreak and deceit, all served to make her a stronger person. Centuries after the Burning of Redriver, when Arae made her claim to the Throne of the Land of Tabin, her Soul became so strong that it pierced through the veil between the material world and the next, echoing through all of time and space. Her Light is a Light that Shone Eternal. Even now as I pen this entry I can hear her Voice echo through the mists. A Call to Arms for those Oppressed, a Song of Joy for those Joyous, a Howl of Sorrow for those who Suffer.
Heroes come and go, but very few of them linger as the Wolf Queen did. When they do, we say that their Light Shines Eternal. You see very few Heroes like this, but they are never forgotten, for they linger through all of time. I can feel the strength of Heroes long past, and Heroes yet to come. When I focus, and let my soul free from my own body, I can speak with them, and know their names. Helena Ludwig, Iona McKinless, Haren Rikauz, Devan Irelis, Auren Karr, Hena Varelis, Vell. Heroes long gone, Heroes still to come. These are not all those heroes whose Lights Shine Eternal. They are a scarce few. Who knows who the next of these great heroes shall be in my time. Perhaps one day I shall speak with them, and offer my hand as guidance. But for now, my Child calls for their meal, and I shall not deny them that.
- Excerpt from the Journals of Arra Senen, Red Sage.
However the Soul is never lost completely. Acts of Self-Expression, Love, Strong Emotion, all replenish the Soul by being the purest expression of the Self and of the Soul. This is the reason why those Mages who lock themselves away in towers and do naught but cast lose themselves, yet those that work with others, or simply enjoy reading, writing, painting, or any other pass-time with moderate spell-casting, remain who they are. This is why Archmages always seem either so brooding, or so jolly. They tend towards expressing extremes of emotion because they are stronger expressions of the Soul. This is why the Red Mages always carried mementos and pass-times with them, to keep themselves when they must cast in great amounts.
Heroes are renowned for being people with a strong soul. A soul strong enough that it stands against and overtakes the will of those who would seek to overcome them, strong enough that it stands firm against the darkest night and sharpest sword and reforges destiny as it sees fit. If I were to ask any child, they could name people who had such a soul, though I would be asking them to name Heroes, not what I shall discuss now.
In my travels I have met many strong souls. In my many years I have watched them blossom, whether it be through prosperity or hardship, and arise harder and stronger. But never before had I seen a soul like the soul of that young girl, Arae of Redriver. Or, as many know her, the Wolf Queen. The woman who slew Gods and struck down a God King from his throne, who with a fist of steel and a heart of gold forged a Golden Era for her Children, Werewolves, Vampires, Golems, Dwarves, Elves, Humans, it did not matter what they were, they were her Children in her eyes. Arae was one of the few people I have observed who dabbled in Bloodsmithing, and made the Alloyed Metal, Blutestaehl, a metal tied to the very soul of the wielder. A metal I have forged into the Pommel and Core of my Sword, to allow it to act as a Catalyst and Stave for my spellcasting. Blutestaehl is stronger when the soul of its wielder is strong. Arae's soul was one of the strongest I have ever seen. Her emotions and will, tempered in the flames of rage, wrath, pride, love, everything she felt over centuries of heartbreak and deceit, all served to make her a stronger person. Centuries after the Burning of Redriver, when Arae made her claim to the Throne of the Land of Tabin, her Soul became so strong that it pierced through the veil between the material world and the next, echoing through all of time and space. Her Light is a Light that Shone Eternal. Even now as I pen this entry I can hear her Voice echo through the mists. A Call to Arms for those Oppressed, a Song of Joy for those Joyous, a Howl of Sorrow for those who Suffer.
Heroes come and go, but very few of them linger as the Wolf Queen did. When they do, we say that their Light Shines Eternal. You see very few Heroes like this, but they are never forgotten, for they linger through all of time. I can feel the strength of Heroes long past, and Heroes yet to come. When I focus, and let my soul free from my own body, I can speak with them, and know their names. Helena Ludwig, Iona McKinless, Haren Rikauz, Devan Irelis, Auren Karr, Hena Varelis, Vell. Heroes long gone, Heroes still to come. These are not all those heroes whose Lights Shine Eternal. They are a scarce few. Who knows who the next of these great heroes shall be in my time. Perhaps one day I shall speak with them, and offer my hand as guidance. But for now, my Child calls for their meal, and I shall not deny them that.
- Excerpt from the Journals of Arra Senen, Red Sage.