To Those Wishing To Learn Magic.

[Samsan99 274]

Once more only parts of the notes are left, the rest removed.

 

 You argue the reasons and what evil is and isn't, I wonder why it should matter to me. It doesn't. And you even state you wish for this magic because it is dark and evil, so that you may test it to really see if it is, but in my parchment I had stated that it was all subjective. To you I will not contact, it appears to be waste of my ink. You may try to gather my attention with another note, but so far, not even tasks will allow you to be my apprentice.

 

"Than let me try again i may not have much to offer magic wise knowledge or power or that i wanted to say i did not want it as it is evil or truly care. My interest got the best of me you say i need to write i grew up studding trade agreements and fiance almost any thing my father could do to get a profit i can write. My mindsets and goals? My father kept me away from magic and it has always interested me even if i have not been able to delve deep into since he allowed me to finally adventure. My goals are just to explore and expand my knowledge of the world and to help protect my family. my skills for now i am good at a blade, Is this more what you are after?" 

[Cyndikate 2303]

 

You leave me little for me to work with on this note, you state you will do everyone you are told to do and that you want to be relied on by others. More than anything, you give the feeling you want to be a slave. To you as well, I will not respond to, convince me if you wish in this notice board

To note, you already did respond to me.

 

Not a slave. Someone who is needed and valued. I am one who desires purpose. I will do whatever is required to gain this knowledge. I enforced my point that morals mean little to me. I grew up without concern for good or evil. I am a mali'aheral.  We outclass the other races in terms of literacy, debate, and fluent language In. I would make a much better candidate than most. It is just that others choose not to see my talents. 

[Jistuma 1996]

 

"Than let me try again" 

 

 Your goals, your reasons, your mindset do not fit into what is needed to learn my art, you shall not be my apprentice.

 

To note, you already did respond to me.

 

Someone who is needed and valued but doesn't have any morals would appear nothing but a slave or killer. If you desire purpose, you shall not find it in my art. You shall not be my apprentice

[Iosif 72]

The letter has been removed, the red cloaked figure tossing it into a bonfire near the temple.

 

"Silly me, silly me. I literally signed my name."

[E__V__O 2000]

~A notice is handed to the traveler as he passes by once more, giving him a nod "Return this" he speaks, before moving off.~

 

 

 

 

Dear Traveler, you’ve come to my hand with the notice and here is my submission towards it. I am Daki’La, I could be late on the notice but neverless I hope you get it soon.

I wish to learn what you have to offer, the magic to work with a contract - though as what the deliver said, it was not supposed to speak that bluntly. So I will try to intrigue you into following what I say.

As I roam the realm, I have made many stops and signs to watch things happen over- I see chaos and death rise and fall over - nations distributing all over and I cannot help to be caught up in the middle of it. Though that is mostly a tale. Though through these learning experiences as I call them, I was able to gather and learn the magic of telekinesis. Helping me awhile within reading the tomes all around me, it leaves at a standing point. A lust if you could say, a lust of greed and to learn. You could say I am one that tries to find a suitable way to learn something and gather helping hands. Though as I see this notice, I do not think I will be a student here to learn your way but a apprentice by your control, I find that idea to be a rustling bunch of fun. Perhaps if a lust of intentions are over us. I’ve met many and I want to see about making well a deal with things as I have tried before. Though since these deeds are not connected I think that mostly I need to find a play here solenoid over by your teaching. Perhaps it could be time to settle and watch what happens to see the people around to make a deal, than to bring death.

I have heard many a tale about this magic that possess all around and frankly my intentions have been grasped. I hope that you can see through it and help the rigorous forward of practice to begin.

 

[Truthseeker83 119]

Vallel smiles reading over the note thinking back to the book she once help covered in flesh that was stolen from her.  She taps her fingers as she considers something.  She writes s simple yet interesting remark.

 

"You tread the waters of life, even with the control of your inner voices that continue to seep into your world.  Opening the door to allow all of these people to learn such arts causing chaos among all of them as they fight to have the right to learn the secrets wrapped in flesh.  When I taught you my gift there was an understanding between us.  I know you and you have always honored your word. I hope you heed my warning."

The note is not signed but has a imprint of red lips at the bottom.  

[Jistuma 1996]

I could be late on the notice but neverless I hope you get it soon.

 You are not late, but your note brings me questions. I see in the note you have made assumptions as to what the art I offer. If such is the truth or not, it brings me to ask where you would have adquire information on such an unknown type of magic, and what made you believe it is that art I am teaching. Another aspect you mention is you being in the middle of the wars and chaos, pure and simply saying you were involved in such actions occuring. So I wish to learn more, if you could respond.

 

"You tread the waters of life, even with the control of your inner voices that continue to seep into your world.  Opening the door to allow all of these people to learn such arts causing chaos among all of them as they fight to have the right to learn the secrets wrapped in flesh.  When I taught you my gift there was an understanding between us.  I know you and you have always honored your word. I hope you heed my warning."

For a moment I believed you to be my former master, if not for the kiss mark. You may have me confused with another, never have I learnt from a woman, yet it appears that you have learn of the art in some way. Unlike the former that I had responded to, you appear to have traded information for the knowledge you poccess. As well I would like to know more of such, yet you leave no name. Might any wish to send me a private letter so be it.

*A lock closed box hammered to the wood now stands on the ground of the noticeboard.* (Forum pm's or skype or IG messages, anything works)

[Rissing 199]

Silently passes the post as one of his thick staffs gives a long hiss, asif embers were burning and forced down into a small puddle of water. A loud scream to be heard as the man'back flung back in an unlike manner. His eyes flinching from under his hood a yet another scream and a few curses were thrown from his back.

Long claws dashing back as they reached for one of the two massive books on his back, strapped there with a leathern bonding. " Silence, filth. " a cracking hiss to be heard as the book' runes quickly went back to their borders, the screams and cursing subsiding as he stood there. His head slowly turning to the left, gazing upon the parchment.

His claws stretching, trailing among the beautiful letters, the glow gently illuminating his hands as a flash forces itself into his mind. A vision, a memory.. knowledge, dread, pain. " R... " his lips sealed as he tuged onto his back, tearing long chains among his chest as a loud plof was to be heard.

Two females bodies falling to the ground, molested their limbs were as he gazed down upon them. Forcing his heel against their tights, turning them, smiling gently as he saw their backs. " Beautiful.. s-such beautiful skin.. "


"

Death is within me.

I bring and deliver

I gather and harvest

Souls so pitifull, food for the death

Mortals they were, mortals they'll be

Fear me mankind

 

for death

is within

me
''

 

 

Stranger.. maker of this parchement.. are you the man that I have lost or are you a shadow his glory has left behind, I do not interest me for your arts. Or rather said.. I cannot manage any more. Yet you will need 'study material'
Speak to me stranger for I reckon to know your name.
To drink with you.. or from you.
To dine at your table.. or upon your rotting body.
Enlighten me for I am in darkness.

 

 

It stands carved upon the two ladies chests. Their back still proper and unharmed as a last word is written among the cheeks of them as they had been laid in a kissing position. Their cheeks against eachother, allowing for a single phrase.

" They are fresh.. so is the blood that runs within their veins, use them well. "

[Agith 224]

Cir'dian ponders over the note before him, tilting his head for a brief moment in time before he then reaches up into his scarf and withdraws a smaller parchment and cloth wrapped piece of charcoal. Honing the tip of the charcoal on the post's edge, Cir proceeds to rest it against the post and begin to write.

 

"No 'I want magic' you say? Well...It's a good thing that the son of Salamandra and the once most powerful water evocationist (Before the incursion of so many new mages who so ruin that title with their playful magic. So long lost are the old ways that it brings a tear to my eye.) The once dreadlord, the man shrunk by evil (How unfortunate that was...), the man who spoke with gods, the war cleric, a once patron of sin now a servitor of justice and mercy and the elder alchemist intends to ask just that! 

 

But with that boast over, it's time to get to business.

 

I want magic! Give me Magic...Magic magic magic." Cir then draws small figure of a face with a thumbs up is then drawn beside the statement, snickiering.

 

"There...I am sure he'll absolutely adore this" Cir remarks, returning his materials to the scarf as he then posts up his note, humming an innocent tune and meanders off.

[Jistuma 1996]

 

Stranger.. maker of this parchement..

 

The women would most likely have been saved already by some travellers who saw them. Non the less, it appeared as if the message was read, as a response is left.

 

"Quite a marvelous way to leave a message, in the bodies of living women, yet I am afraid the answer is no. I am not the one you once knew, perhaps he was my student. As he is gone, we shall not know."

I want magic! Give me Magic...Magic magic magic."

The paper is teared and only a bit is left. A since sentance on the side of it.

 

"Then you shall have it."

[xenenxnennxnx 99]

[!] A response is listed, placed upon many that have come before it. The new parchment seems to cover the old ones, and one's eyes might strain to read the text that follows... [!]

 

I cannot tell you my name, but dedication is my game.

Reading and writing are easy tasks, what else can I do - you might ask?

I have traveled the lands, speaking commands, doing what is right for me.

Now this request I came upon, at the dawn, has brought me quite the glee.

Magic seems like quite the test, and I would be so blessed,

If you would take the time, and help me through this climb.

Becoming the best that I can be, allows my mind to be free.

If I became your student, I would become brilliant.

I just want you to know, I am far from the usual.

Take a chance, let us both enhance.

I do not conform, I do not reform,

Set the standard, I think it's absurd.

Life goes too fast, but I will outlast.

I am rich, I might add, but is that enough? Not a tad.

I just long for magic, and I wish to be mystic.

I have the courage to defy, that is all - goodbye.

 

Now, I am done with the rhymes, but you can see I am literate. A noble in Kaldonia, I live among many who conform to the standards. However, I do not. Acts of defiance are typical for me, but the punishments never bring me down. I am persistent in my mentality, and no one can ever change that. "Magic is not allowed for you," I hear. They will fall behind while I become more skilled, more powerful, and more dynamic than they ever will become. Take me as your apprentice, and you take my inherently tenacious character.

 

Thank you.

 

[!] A feather of a bird is left below as a device to track her. [!]

[Jistuma 1996]

 

Magic is not allowed for you,"

 

The note is teared up, leaving only that single sentance.

"I shall be contacting you with a bird with the feather you left."

[Tsuyose 3285]

A hooded figure in crimson arches an eyebrow, casting his gaze up from the mountain he stood, the sun rising over yonder, along with a valley of fields and hills. A faint sigh parting from his arid lips as he draws in a deep breath, right hand dipping into the depths of his robes and producing an already written note. He then bellows out a shrill whistle which echos around the mountain; alerting friend and foe -- a single raven comes fluttering up, perching on the stone beside the figure. 

 

 

 

His frame arches down as he descends to his knees, scrolling the note up and attaching the note to the bird's right leg. He then casts his gaze up, a few faint wisps of an onyx mist parting from the sleeves of his robes, slithering down and colliding against the soft, beautiful earth below. The life around the looming figure would begin to drain away as the putrid smog did its work. The crow, however. Began to make flight; heading for the source of the information and perching on a nearby branch, awaiting for the owner of the information to retrieve the note.

 

 

 

"Knowledge is power, power is what all men in this mortal realm seeks; I, among many seek such -- However, I don't waste my power such as other mortal men have done. I simply wish to learn this art. You see, among men, I'm a master of magic. Be that Arcane of Dark art; I have knowledge on both sides. One side more than the other. If you wish to learn more of me, then I'd much rather speak in person. I don't trust birds all to well." 

[Graceful Bucko 65]

Thick rivulets of a peculiar shimmering jade ichor sway too and fro a ragged strip of parchment to form intricate handwriting. The sludge reeks slightly of bile stirred vigorously with metal. The parchment is bedraggled, and gives off the feeling of archaic endeavors. The message flutters miserably in the breeze.

 

"Ayla instructor of the Void, the Ram too greets yourself. we wish to offer you a capable vessel of student, something whose beguiling spirit has transcended to a statue of flesh worthy of the constellations. Our sculptor has not instructed us to find the ways of this magic, though after our explaining of this quaint notice, they have told us of its wonders. We of course, where very much intrigued, and such a schooling befits our status as the Brood's parapet. We beseech our assimilation into your student populous, as you will not be disappointed. We have already learned the ways of many a magic before, and we assume this venture will not vary past a certain degree. Thank you, and have a splendid day."

 

 A baffling sigil of incredible complexity is etched in place of a signature. It probably means something, though one would have to hear its form to deduce exactly.

 

 

 

 

[MintyBirds 22]

[!] A peculiar looking, exotic bird lands on a branch next to you [!]

 

 

[!] The bird carries a letter, saying: [!]

 

"Hello! I am afraid that I should not publicize my name, as the practice of the arcane is forbidden in my location. I believe that I might be of some interest of you, as I have been taught to use the void. Unfortunately, however, my teacher died during my days as a student due to the Imperial Army. I managed to escape. Now, seeing this post in the Cloud Temple, I feel a spark again that I have only experienced when I was first being taught the arcane. So I ask of you, will you accept me as your apprentice?

 

P.S. I am leaving this bird with you until you decide to reply. Once that time has come, just simply attach the rolled up letter to its leg and it will know to come back to me."

 

[!] The bird squawks at you as you look at it [!]