THE FIRST TRANSMISSION

[Swgrclaŋ 697]

 

 

THERE are pillars that begin to appear erected in the outerlying reaches of the newly borne domain of Aelwen, carved primarily of stone and adjacent materials. Each pillar lacked refinement, instead infused with a distinct planned obsolescence, for not long after their proximal investigation whether by sorcerer or layman each primitive structure collapses, and reduces to dust and fragments the message previously etched into them. Those keen to inspect from a distance could discern that these obelisks, stacked in cylindrical and seemingly uneven layers, were so carefully balanced by whoever left them in these places that the slightest local motion of bodies acted as enough of a direct butterfly effect to cause their crumbling in a span of three to five minutes - a subtle metaphor for the impermanence of Voidal Evocations, and the riddlesome mark of an arcane society.

 

The following message was inscribed on each pillar in spiraling, enveloping carvings; and for every pillar that was erected, read, and then allowed to collapse, another would be raised in another part of the outskirts the following day, until in the closure of the week they would appear no longer. This is the First Transmission.

 

"THE MAN IS NOT WHAT HE SEEMS; THOUGH HE IS MANYFOLD IN FORM,

ALL SOULS LIKE HIS FUNCTION LIKE AN IMMATERIAL KEYHOLE,

AND IT IS HIS SHEER WILLPOWER AND MIND THAT ACTS AS THE KEY

 

TO UNFOLD NOT ONLY THE RIGHT TO POWER AND ARCANE MASTERY,

BUT ALSO TO BE GAINFUL OF A SCALE THAT OUGHT BE RIGHTLY BALANCED,

OR ELSE INCUR CONSEQUENCES FOR FATES WORSE THAN DEATH

 

SUCH AS BEEN THE WAY OF THINGS: MAGES IN IMBALANCE,

WITHOUT THE GUIDANCE OF GOD NOR CREED NOR NOTION OF DISCIPLINE,

WHERE THEY HAVE FAILED TO EVEN SEE THE SCALE IN THEIR HANDS

 

SO FIND ME, MAGES, IN AELWEN - FIND THE LOGOS, THE SYMBOL,

WHO MAY ELUCIDATE TO YOU THE MAN WHO FIRST SET THE BALANCE,

AND GAINED THE NAME TRISMEGISTUS BEFORE TWO OTHERS KNOWN"

 

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[Pallodium 3775]

A shipwreck of sorts brushed up on the Azurasi coastline no later than a half-day before these pillars were erected 'cross Aelwen. Perhaps, 'ship' was not the best word for it- it was more akin to a brash, meagre raft of sort; a raft befit for but a sole denizen. A trace of footsteps marred the sand 'til twilight in the sand, something- or someone- ambling up the shoreline and headed inland. A day passed, perhaps two- and by then, the progenitor of the trail had made its way unto Aelwen, perhaps by happenstance. Varun's gaze scored over the thing with a grin- brow perking in curiosity. Perhaps things were afoot oncemore.

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

The Pale-Elf idles over the memory of such structures, encountered on his passing travels.

 

The Orb within his grasp radiant that ever-constant warmth, as if a reminder.

[Johann 2498]

"So he's finally dug up someone new..." notes May upon reading the unusual FIRST transmission. 

 

"Positively theatrical delivery... I'm almost curious to find out who they are."