A Missive, Courtesy of the Eye

[Aelesh 541]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-6dKVNt1C4

 

A missive is left pinned to various noticeboards throughout the lands of Axios; a sigil of three pillars supporting an eye, staring forward blindly, adorns the bottom of each such missive. The ink is an ethereal gold colour, flickering with arcane energy that any magician would recognize on sight. Strangely, the sigil seems to hum with an otherworldly, singular tone that weaves in a way comparable to that of a woman singing; on closer inspection, the sigil itself seems made of a dust-like substance that glitters in the sunlight. If one were to touch the parchment, the message inscribed upon the parchment would be divulged by the voice of that self same woman.

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‘Magic has always been sort as a means to change the world. As a tool to manipulate and warp the physical laws that we know and owe ourselves to. The Void, the platform for this arcane art, has thus always been acknowledged as but an empty realm to be manipulated for our worldly whims. This is not the true way of the Void, for the Void is greater than our realm and transcends our earthly abilities to comprehend it. To change the world in some meaningless, transient fashion is to deny the practice of the arcane its true place as a spiritual path. This meager use of the Void has come to cloud our vision of the true whole, the true, boundless, and transcendent nothingness. We as a people have been fascinated with the Near Void, the Chaotic Void made so by our tumultuous blemish of a realm, and its ripples; the Far Void, the eternal shore, beckons those who would look beyond the meaningless ripples of lesser endeavors.'

 

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[Ford 1996]

Veidan worriedly eyed the paper as it delivered its message unto him. After hearing, he ripped it off the noticeboard and began crumpling it up into a ball.

 

"No, thank you."

[GDPR 014 48]

A travelling leper stares at the missive, after he hears its rhetoric, the figure promptly turned and walked off, the seals and baubles that indicated his affliction swaying in his motion. "Religion. Grand." His foretelling mask rasps.

[Aelu / Rel (Combustionary) 1540]

Ac'Aelu reads over one such flier, nodding a bit. "Curious. I'll have to look into this." He mumbles to himself, departing for his lab.

[z3m0s 1957]

Kalviin sat within a gold adorned finely carved wooden table of dwarven make, twiddling one of many priceless ancient coins between his fingers, reading through the various letters and statements collected and plonked on his desk for eyeing by one of his many servants. Gleaming white eyes passing along each letter, another letter closer to putting the old dwarf to sleep. Coming across the missive the dwarf sat up within his seat, the sigil interesting to his gaze... He made mention to one of his many servants to reply.