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[!] Another crumpled and wet-stained parchment is opened and legible before you. The edges were charred. Spittle was ingrained into the page, smeared as if someone had tried to wipe it away. [!] “I have experienced near implosion on more than one experimental basis. The medium of aurum flasks is an expensive one, my ambition nearly costing me vision and sense. In my pursuit, however, I have gleaned new understanding- clarity comes to me, the signs common and principal. My heart has been made concrete, I have made many measures thus that have made me an enemy in some states. Darker pastures have been sought by once-debates, and my heart grows taut as I will not follow suit. I cannot call for many allies- I am fresh amongst the isle and my allegiances were close to hateful from many perspectives. No fault but my own, but I hope man’s truth will shine through. My own expression and victory has made me victim! No longer! Many-a-time I have been to the stake of death, and many-a-time I have seen traveler come to inspect and climb. The energies of the beyond flow effortlessly there. It was there that I made a stand against my tutor and his god. It is there that I experimented with the forces both abyssal and worldly. It is there that I realized that force may only go so far, but some only understand mettle - the point has already been made in that manner, there must be another way. And it is now that I believe I have reached a plateau.. Still, my fire yearns yet. But for now, I must bide. There are whispers of greater pursuits, and I have seen many men and beast and demigod shelter strange affects that I still cannot grasp as concept. Nevertheless, for what I can, I will attempt to teach. I will stretch my hand with flint and perhaps find fire within another. It is only that I pray that another will not do the same as I have done, but better, and perhaps it is only right. My notes will follow, a summarization of what I have learned thus:

“You have gall, I admit that.” + The elf rode to the location chosen in noted challenge, dismounting steed. Behind him stood a spire of black- of death claiming. It stabbed into the land that the elf found the alchemist so longingly gazing upon. Eyes were laid onto a grave, uprooted thus, the sanctity of the measure forever gone through occult or means otherwise. The man breathed heavily through mask, heaving as conversation ensued. The purpose of the meeting was simple: to prove ideal through mettle and courage. Wroth and bitterness had grown inside Gamu, ready to be exacted. “You did your research, I see.” - “Clearly. You bear the power of gods, how could I not?” - A bemused huff: “Out of fear?” - “Preparation. Perhaps I will bury you next to your comrade here, so that you both might find peace in Michael’s realm.” Steel was drawn and emboldened through worldly and deific means. “I will go when my time has come - and that is not today.” These were brought to clash, alongside ideals and hearts.. + Foot was pressed atop chestplate, the pupil victorious. “You fight me, but you fight the light as well! Do you not know that Malchediael is in an endless war?! He is protecting us!” - “Then let him fight, Xavier! Beget them to their devices! They do not need the souls of man to do their bidding! What is courageous of this?!..” Perhaps the might of his words and beliefs had been proven that day, in some effort. He who was once teacher was made to heel by his pupil- monologue ensuing. He had attempted to curry favor and have his once-comrade wrest his soul from Michael’s clutches to no avail. Now, here they were, conflicted. The challenge was met, and truth had come through perhaps, as the elf was bound and set atop horseback. + And so, the elf identifiable as Xavier Adiler was left before the gates of Celia’nor to be bore witness upon. He was knelt atop the ground, propped up and bound to a splintering wooden cross via rope. A victim he was made into by many mediums marred into skin, mind, and soul- he was left abused. ... A sign was left hammered into ground next to him amongst the strife, having been etched with the words: - “COME CLAIM HIM.” “FREE MAN FROM AENGUDAEMONICA.” “BEAR WITNESS TO MAN’S STRENGTH.” - A brief message, detailing the ideals that have won this day.

[!] Another missive rests before you. This one was particularly well-kept compared to the other notes of the same trilogy - its edges sharp, pages bleached and writ made in ink as opposed to flint and steel. [!] “I have witnessed much. I sit in these wilds because to oblivion it has gone.. The strength of the gods is unimaginable to me, as is. It is the least to say the same for the demi-gods of this isle. I admit that I have been conquered and beaten therefore - not for the hope of my ideals, but who I align myself with. This is unfortunate. I wish there were something beyond the surface of it all. I seek collaboration, yet am largely left to ponder. Perhaps the truth of my mission will shine through. No matter!.. As these situations accrue and I learn, I yearn for application. Here is what comes of it: The power of blood is unharnessed. I, myself, have seen ritual used to summon a demon from the Hells. Naturally, not on its lonesome. However, if it is capable as such catalyst, what else lies latent within me? Consider this: if blood is the body’s fuel akin to coals set to the forge, then the system functions so long as you keep the this efficient. This is to say .. embolden the body and soul. Here is the speculative formulae, alongside detail, for testing and debate: TO FORBADE THE ARTS - to separate man from all foreign influences by emboldening the natural state of himself. The base will be of liquid essence, so as to provide a metaphysical foundation. Consider the symbols (signs not yet ascertained): Purity - to cleanse man Separation/Rigidity - to oppose foreign entities/influences Strength - to embolden man’s soul and body and worldly processes Endurance - to increase tolerance of foreign entities; to elongate protection Courage - to embolden man’s/concoction’s essence Balance - to place man and affliction on equal ground TO MAKE MUNDANE - to grant man’s senses to those foreign. The base will be of redstone and salt, so as to provide a worldly foundation. Consider the symbols (signs not yet ascertained): Balance - to place man and afflicted on equal ground Impediment/Reduction - to quell foreign qualities Connection - to allow concoction to meld w/ afflicted Dark - man is made from it Chaos - an antithesis to their foreign makeup I have attempted these concoctions with common flasks - this did not work. They exploded, even, upon the addition of the catalyst. This being revealed, I believe an aurum flask to be necessary to contain the elixir’s activated powers. This means that they will be unable to be applied to another via throwing the flask. --- The first elixir is angled in the defense of man’s essence, so as they seek to pervert and corrupt it. This is to provide the self an ‘anti-’ in preparation of, but will likely not help thereafter the affliction. The Void, gods, Lycans and dragons are falsehoods. Man is true. The second elixir is angled in the levelling of the field. Who knows man’s weaknesses better than himself? If I can bring the senses of these malevolent creatures to the level of man, perhaps they may be abused like such. I believe such things to be replicable. – However, I believe the application will have to be done through physical means. This is unreliable, though, if it works.. --- Perhaps I am wrong in my understanding and application of topics learned. So be it. We will see what is to come.” [!] Aside the symbols listed were accurate depictions of the sigils within the Material Alphabet. Those learned would be able to see and thus learn, debate and experiment with this if shown. This note, like the others, is unsigned.. [!]

Somewhere far off, this parchment garners the attention of man. Quiet rumination. He'd set out..