Sorcery at Midnight

[Aelesh 540]

The sea roar filled the night. A breeze rolled in off the water and flowed over the many folds and creases of the mountain. It found its way into the few empty buildings left stranded on the coast - discarded. The sun had been set some hours, and thus the breeze was one of icy cold that sapped heat stealthily until suddenly one would realize with a shiver, that they were dreadfully, icy cold. His thick robes helped to prevent this but a little. The thought occurred to him as he rubbed the back of a hand left exposed to the night air. His staff glowed faintly in that hand, singing it's pointless song. Words of an unknown language rising and falling, rising and falling, dying on the breeze as they were carried away to lands far and wide. Whispers of the world, lost in the vastness of it all. Lost under starlight. Lost under darkness.

 

He inhaled a deep breath, held it for a moment, then began the slow trek down the incline. He hopped over stray pebbles, dodged patches of loose shingle, avoided deviously prepared traps of fallen branches, brambles and pools of still lingering rain water. The images reared up in his mind. Images of this place in the daylight, burned into his soul by the many journeys he had taken up this path to greet the rise of the Sun. That, was a ritual that could never be forgotten. Greeting the glory of the Sun was to greet another day untouched by chaos. Another peaceful day, free from the Nether, Iblees, daemons, taint, the Void, the Old Dark - whatever name you might give the thing that wanted to consume us all. The thing that desired nothing more than to return all this great work to nothing. To spite the one who made it, or to honour some timeless pledge, who could say? The world is an enigma. The thought scared him and gave him the inspiration to press on. There was always more to know. Always more work to be done in the face of the infinite.

 

Standing on what passed for a beach, he looked down into the darkness that swirled below and recalled how the sunlight played on the water's surface. How it swept away all ills of the soul. How this breeze ripped every cobweb that had hidden itself in the mind, every untouched or unsolved problem that made even the sunlight seem a little dimmer. He loved how the ocean accepted all his troubles. Cleansed him of all his ills. He loved his steadfast mountain home that always stood there for him to return to, sheltering him from the world and its intricacies for a few short hours every night. The breeze that offered him freedom, the stars that offered him hope, the darkness that filled his soul with ambition, desire and strength. All the world spoke to him in a thousand names which he greeted happily and thanked for their part in the joy of life. He passed under the trees now. The peninsula stretched out before him, starlight hidden behind the great boughs of trees that had sprung up here despite the odds. They contributed their shivering leaves to the chorus of the ocean, the roar so much more intense as they sung in tune with the rhythm of the waves.

 

Finally, he approached the edge where the sea stretched away in all directions. A single jut of land that stuck out into the waters as if in protest against the roiling deep. His cloak was blown in all directions as the wind changed and changed again. The sea blue of his eyes looked down at the thing drawn on the stone before him, giving off a faint light in the darkness. Raising his hands to the stars, he began his work. What occured next, none can say. At the centre of that ephemeral star, a point of light shimmering in the darkness with the rest of the heavenly host, the red cloak peered out into the universe. It lasted but a moment as red light swam across the ocean, buried itself in the mountain, rose to the high heavens, and then vanished. Swept back to the point of origin. The ritual, the runes, that red cloaked figure. Should one have been looking out towards that island, they might have seen the light as it rose into the night sky, outlined against the darkness.

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((I wrote Awakened Blood Magic a while ago. Took me less time than I thought it would. It’s a messy piece of lore, I’ll be honest, but it lays the groundwork for lots of truly interesting magic roleplay that doesn’t involve incinerating people - at least on a daily basis. If esoteric, complex, mystical, hermetic philosophy inspired, semi-religious roleplay sounds like your thing, I’d only be too happy to have you. Bonus if you’re GMT.

 

Discord: Sorcerous#8213

Lore: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/167865-✓-awakened-blood-magic/ ))

[JustMeMorgan 2065]

If esoteric, complex, mystical, hermetic philosophy inspired, semi-religious roleplay sounds like your thing, I’d only be too happy to have you. Bonus if you’re GMT.

 

-Is this

[DarkElfs 160]

I was told about this... Very interesting. I'm CST but I play till 7 am at times in my time zone or even later on weekends would that be good enough to possibly get in this with you and whoever else?

[GDPR 014 48]

The Punished Auxiliary, a man denied his name, stares out at the site, grumbling. "Looks like pillow biter magic. Get that out of here, no one wants to see your magic! I'd be surprised maybe, but every mage circle looks like they do this. **** this, I'm going back to sleep."

 

[Jentos 9422]

Somewhere, a lonely man rises a brow, as if his interest had been prickled by something. By what exactly, he couldn't know, for the mind is a thing of lies.

[thesaintjaleel 792]

"Neutrality...." said Amdrees, being the only word he muttered; though his thoughts said more "It is the only way of living that allows knowledge to remain unrestricted and your focus to go unbiased - the way I wish to live, free of all the troubles that chain me here...But...How?" 

[Vaynth 3005]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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