THE FAILURE OF HOHKMAT

[MeteorDragon 3116]

THE FAILURE OF HOHKMAT

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To the Mages of Hohkmat,

 

    I, Sulieronn “Void-Walker” Ashwood write to you out of anger to speak of the Fool within Hohkmat. One specific Fool has attempted to trick the great mages within the city. Let us start with a story, starting within the Desert Sands of Almaris. Back then, I had appeared to speak on the creation of this city as I wished, and still do wish, to see a haven for mages be created, a place for mages to learn and become the best they could be. I professed my wishes for the city and how I wished to aid, my words spoke of my nature as an Archmage as well, one on par, if not better, than the other magi in attendance. There, an arrogant man sat, ordering me to prove my worth without showing his own abilities. Not a shred of aura was shown from him. In compliance, I fought with another mage and got them to yield, proving my strength and intellect. He is a Manipulator.

 

    It had been years into my tenure in the city as the Academy’s Vizier when I was informed of something truly troubling. While I had already disliked the Fool, having heard him say racist comments towards my beloved wife, I heard something that rocked my world. This man, who had ordered me to “prove my worth,” had not been a voidal mage. In fact, he hadn’t even started learning at the time this information reached me! The Fool wouldn’t start learning until years later and had never ended up admitting his lies to me nor any of the other leadership, to my knowledge. He is a Liar.

 

    Eventually, I gained my rightful spot as a Magister, wishing to help the mages of Hohkmat become better than ever before. We had too long been focused on non-magical endeavors, such as the war with Veletz, but now, now I wanted us to become a powerhouse of magery. However, the Magisters were ignored constantly by the Fool. We were offered nothing, treated as mere pawns who held no control over the city. Mages with meaningless titles. It wasn’t until a little before we broke from what is now the Confederation that we were granted proper power as Magisters. However, his hubris has known no bounds and his intelligence as a mage has not grown at all, as proven via the events of today. He is a Fool.

 

    Today, I, the Lord-Magister of the Eternal Struggle, challenged the knowledge and reason of this Fool. He led a lesson on Obelisks and stated blatantly wrong information, not even providing information about Obelisk Cores nor Capstones before he forced mages to help him create an obelisk. Many did, but the Students were unable to due to them lacking the mana to even help. Yet, the Fool insisted, against my vocal, and public words, against him, to attempt a second ritual to create obelisks. Who would he dare use? The very Students who lacked the mana to create such structures. Now, mere hours ago, he came to me, unwilling to listen and with hurt feelings, to revoke my Magister status within the city I have helped build. Banishment followed, all due to my words against his spreading of lies to new Mages. He is arrogant.

 

Who is this Fool?
HE IS THE SO-CALLED GRAND MAGISTER RAZAD “FATEBINDER”.

 

    To you, Hohkmat, I can only wish the best. Good luck dealing with Razad the Fool, learning falsehoods he claims is magic. To those who want to learn, he is no teacher. He is no mage. He is a Liar, a Fool, a Brazen Man. Choose your path within Hohkmat, but I urge you to see the truth behind Razad. There is no strength with him, there is no knowledge with him.

 

HEAR THE TRUTH THE VOID SPEAKS.

Signed,
Sulieronn “Void-Walker” Ashwood
 

[ToodIes 1312]

"that's a lot of words," says Faeryel.

[Evil_macaroni 57]

A voidal magus read the letter in likewise anger. Having seen what lead to the altercation, he now sat alone in his desk. "To dismiss one's most proficient is to leave oneself vulnerable." The scholar spoke to himself as he took upon parchment, writing furiously unto it.

[Morigung-oog 2559]

The first magister of Paradox read over her longtime friend’s letter. He had had the courage to do what she hadn’t all those years ago, and thus she was not surprised, but only disappointed in Fatebinder..

[Rhettthecoldone 81]

Faeran, after having been taken away to speak with Fatebinder, sat cozied up at his home in Vallagne. His previous encounter with Razad Fatebinder led his requirement of rest to be true, not to fend off exhaustion, as his only spellcast was willed to deflect a cobra from assaulting his sister. Rather than exhaustion, he needed rest to decide.

 

Would he choose Sulieronn, his former teacher of the arcane, someone he oh so sincerely looked up to? or would he choose Hohkmat, the home he had been living in for centuries now?

 

“Eugh. . . All this thinkin’s gonna make mah brain go numb.” A soft grumble exited the clenched and gritted teeth of the ‘ker. ‘Decide later’, he thought to himself, ‘sleep now.’ And that is just what he did, lunardrowned eyes falling into a  dreamscape.

[Forgefire 71]

Battered, bruised, broken... but uninjured. Marinus Corvus Calvissiador looked out his office window to a world unknowable.
How can he say this? How can we all only ever see one side? Why can't they see?

He ran both hands through unkempt hair, thoughts racing. Was he the ignorant one? He had only ever held respect for his Grand-Magister, but... Perhaps there was never a choice in life but to take a side, no matter the consequence.

[ScoutTheWitch 451]

Laurissa wiped the blood off her rapier, yet proud of her attempt as lightning crackled around her with a hum. “For an old crotchety ****, Razad needs to learn 'ow to grow up.” She paused a moment, furrowing her brow. “And 'e didn't approve t'at lesson wit' me . . . I'll need more of a word.”

[greygre 220]

In the depths of the Library of Aob, Merf flipped through the pages of a small book.

 

"Hmm..."

 

On an empty page, he would write in a language that only he understood.

[sam33497 3187]

"Back in my day we blew each other up and only wrote missives afterwards." lamented an undead mage. "Hohkmat season 3 is soooo lame. . ."

[tezzaract 120]

Astrid Thriceblood does not yet care for politics, still but a teenager. Instead, she contemplates building a soundproof bunker, so the sounds of mages fighting would stop bloody interrupting her. Some people have studying to do, you know. Have some common courtesy! Living below the arena was terrible enough...

[Mr. Etan 2940]

A large Mali'aheral would stand in his forge down the mountain from the city, a cigarette slowly burning away between his chapped lips as hot metal was resting on the Anvil. He read the missive that was delivered to him by a member of his House, soon a hoarse chuckle left the smoker's dry throat. "Magery and Politics never mixed well did it. It's much like a play that keeps coming back by every generation and every time no one likes it, saying how the last play was better."

[Johann 1493]

"I aint reading allat but who would've thought putting egotistical magocrats in charge of government was a good idea?? Just stick to scheming in ivory towers or colluding with spooks in evil lairs y'all do that far better...", remarked an impartial Acaelanite wizard passing through Hokhmat.

[Morigung-oog 2559]

Valindra watched with a smirk upon her features from atop a throne. She never liked sitting atop such things, for she never felt as though she deserved them, but there she sat, as though she truly belonged. 

 

“It was only a matter of time.”

[mothsthetic 491]

The paper reaches the former Chancellor rather quickly, given the proximity to Hohkmat from his home in Vallagne. As he reads it, a small, bitter smile spreads across his aging features. Finally, someone in that wretched city was seeing sense. He’d been part of it for years, never Voidal and as such always seen and treated as lesser despite his time in the city and his help in the community. He ran the clinic, for God’s sake. But that never came close to the treatment of his partner.

 

 How the hate festered for him. Watching the love of his life run around day after day, night after night to do everything. Quite literally everything. Leading the infrastructure, leading the diplomacy, the planning of lessons and events, the hosting of said lessons and events, completely running the treasury, none of which had even been his bloody job. Doing the job of two Viziers and a Magister without the recognition- without even a thank you. Genuinely, in the forty years they had been with the city of mages, he had never once heard his partner thanked for carrying the city on his shoulders. Treated as an errand boy, day in and day out with no reward. And when it came time to split, the knight had heard the reaction. The hate had festered. 

 

Wilford Reinhold reads the missive with a humorless chuckle, setting it aside. Sulieronn had always had sense- at least in the few times they had spoken. “Good on ye.” He says to the empty air. “Good on ye.”

[TreeSmoothie 5136]

John crept out of a tiny room some place in the Mage City - paper in hand and brows furrowed as he tried to comprehend the magi-lingo he was woefully unfamiliar with. The man popped in downstairs to show @Lapidary. "Ist he talking about Hohkmat's ... King? Mayor? Whichever they go by."