Alric Wilmot's Grimoire

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Alric Wilmot's Grimoire

Postby Alric Wilmot on September 21st, 2013, 3:38 am


50th of Summer, 513 AV

Today is a new day. The beginning of a new era. For those of you who will find this book, unattached to an owner, allow me to introduce myself. I am Alric Evelyn Wilmot, the last in a proud line. It has dimmed, however, and I fear the name "Wilmot" means little to you. However, know that you are in grand luck in finding this book. For I mean to jot down a great deal of knowledge and wisdom in these pages. However, before we get to that, it is best that you know who I am.

I am the Last Wilmot. I was born as the bastard son of an Avian, another proud line gone dead, but was fortuitously given to the woman's best friend. That man was Alvin Sylvester Wilmot. His greatness was not measured in power or wealth, for he had neither. But I tell you now, that a greater man was never born. He gave up his meager holdings and leftover property to buy me books and tutors. He always treated me as a beloved son, and I will always remember him as my Father. My true father. But Alas, I must depart from this topic and move on. Though I promise, I will go into greater detail later in this book. Trust me, there is much to learn from that man.

I was raised to follow the Lord of Illusion and the Lady of Knowledge, Ionu and Eyris. During my formative years I yearned to learn anything and everything, and truly believed I could do so. This was a happy, but delusional time, where I actually discovered and honed my powers of manipulation. Persuasion, Rhetoric, and my greatest asset of all... Hypnotism.

Now, I do not know who you are dear reader, but I should address those preconceived notions you might have about Hypnotism. There are many rumors that state that it is this "mysterious" power that can bind wills and minds to the Hypnotist. First and foremost I must tell you, that these rumors are absolutely...true. But, I must confess, it will take you many failed and broken attempts to get to that point. It nearly cost me my life several times before I could toy with minds on a whim. But dear reader you're in luck! I fully intend to divulge my knowledge within this tome. However, you will have to wait a while before I get to that. For now, I will continue to tell you of the man who's book you now hold. But even that will have to wait, for I have a ship to catch, and a destiny to look forward to.







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Alric Wilmot's Grimoire

Postby Alric Wilmot on September 22nd, 2013, 3:11 am

53rd of Summer, 513 AV

In my first entry, I declared that you should know whose book it is you have. Whether you have this book because I gave it to you, you stole it, or found it abandoned is not my concern. In truth I care little for how you came across it. My joy is in learning, and giving others joy. Naturally, letting someone learn from my exploits and ramblings is something I have dreamed about for a long time. Unfortunately I have no skill in teaching, so anything you extrapolate from this book is most likely due to your own genius, in which case I applaud you.

Now, let us get on to who I am.

I have already told you my name, and the name of my father. But I have yet to tell you where I am from. Allow me to provide the answer. I was born in Alvadas, an ever-changing city filled with illusions, that is one of a few cities on Mizahar that can claim a god lives amongst its citizens. Ionu, the god of illusion, (or goddess, no one knows for sure.) is my patron diety, and the one I have dedicated my life to. Not all Alvadians feel this love of illusion, though we all share a certain affinity for them. They feel natural to us, especially one such as myself who was born and surrounded by the oddest and strangest sights. Truly, to my addled senses, the sea upon which I am currently on seems far stranger than the furred roads and translucent buildings you might see in Alvadas.

But if truth be told, Alvadas is not the greatest city I have ever been to. I love it of course, its home. But I will not deny that Syliras and Zeltiva seem to be more powerful in terms of economy, trade, and military might. Now, if you have been paying attention, and are an eager young person (or old, I suppose) you might assume I learned Hypnotism from the University in Zeltiva. After all, I mentioned the city and am claiming to have great skill in the discipline. That is not a bad guess, my unknown reader, but it is wrong. I learned from a stolen book when I was young.

Before you jump to conclusions, I did not steal it, nor did my father. Such things are below the Wilmot. But in those days I had a friend, a boy a few years older than myself and seemingly orphaned. He had no guardians, and often stole to get by. But as you have probably guessed, he also stole for other reasons. That boy's name was Wrenmae. I fear that name has grown in infamy. But I hope this book can at least provide evidence that once upon a time, the monster was a man. And a good one, at that.

Ah, but I am rambling. Let me get on with it. Wrenmae, stole this book not for himself, but for both of us. He knew of my lust for knowledge, and magic was seen as a dangerous and exciting thing to children. And quite honestly it is, though I will admit that it was probably not in our best interest. Wrenmae was wracked with madness sometime in the future, and contacted me to see if I could help. I could not. I will have to elaborate on that story on the future I suppose... but for now, let it be known that I learned Hypnotism at a young age, along with a young Wrenmae who was later adopted into the family. I was so excited to have a brother! But, good things don't last. After a bout of failing health, Wrenmae left us. I think he blamed himself for my many sicknesses in my youth. Though I never knew why. I was simply a sickly child, but that blame I believe is what drove him mad. Not Hypnotism. After all, if it was Hypnotism, I might be mad too eh? Hah!

Ah, well I'll write a bit more tomorrow. The cabin boy's just informed me that lunch is on.
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Alric Wilmot's Grimoire

Postby Alric Wilmot on September 25th, 2013, 2:54 am

55th of Summer 513 AV

It's been a few days since my last entry. I suppose this will be a regular occurrence. After all, it is rather difficult for me to write in this book every day. Things come up, and I don't always have something insightful to say. And, although I do date these entries, you can plainly see that it is for some future historian's benefit rather than my own. Or yours, really, if you have no love of history. But I digress, I won't be writing in this book each day.

With that out of the way, I would like to continue talking about myself. After all, why would you trust a man you know nothing about? Or his book? You wouldn't. So let me get on with it.

Now, besides my friend Wrenmae, I had another older boy that was like a brother to me. Little did I realize at the time, that that was exactly what he was. Kinneas Avian, was the son of Lady Avian and my half-brother. It is my deepest regret that I was never able to speak with Kinneas on this subject. I had found out after we were fully grown, and he had perished in the Winter Crisis before I could contact him. He was a very nice fellow, and it saddens me that the Avian line is now no more. It is one of many reasons why I seek to reestablish the Wilmot name.

The Wilmot name. Ah, but I forget, the long history of the Wilmot's is fading, and I am the last torch-bearer. You, my mystery reader most likely don't even know the history of the Wilmot. Even worse, you've probably never even heard the name before picking up this book. Well then, I shall rectify that. I imagine the rest of this entry will deal with my family history alone. So, if you are impatient, and would rather not spend your time on the knowledge of the past, you may wish to skip the rest of this entry. Though I should say, I don't much like the idea of someone skipping ahead. So don't be surprised if things don't make much sense later on! Now, let me continue...

The Wilmot line began with Amos Wilmot. He was present during Alvadas' founding. He, unlike his descendants, was a follower of Rak'keli, and after much devotion and hardship was granted her third gnosis mark. He became invaluable in the early days of Alvadas, as a healer of great renown. Many of his brothers in arms specialized in the care of the sick, but he was considered a specialist among specialists. I am told that there were none who rivaled him, and even before he had the mark, he was a healer without equal. He became the one thing that kept many disasters at bay.

When Amos was at a ripe old age Alvadas was raided by a surge of monsters. Amos was considered the deciding factor in that horrific battle. It is a small myth that he healed over half of Alvadas personally. Though if this is true or not, I do not know. He died at the age of 67 of sickness, but not before siring 12 incredibly gifted sons.

After Amos died, six of his sons continued his work of healing. The other Six followed after my own patron god, Ionu. While the former six were revered as their father's sons for miraculous work, which was especially impressive considering none had obtained priesthood, the other six were rather despised. Although they had realized that an Illusion was just as good as the real thing, others did not share their wisdom. And while each was able to obtain 2 gnosis marks, using it to heal, many people their lives. Naturally, they were blamed for the deaths, and the Wilmot name had begun to obtain a reputation for eccentricities (That's what I prefer to call it anyway).

The next generation saw the birth of 14 sons and 2 daughters. Of these, a son named Azel had had enough of the reckless violence and brutality that plagued the city. He had been born weak and deformed, and as such was often a target for thieves, due to his rather puny physique. Although I am by no means deformed, I do sympathize with his plight. I am rather small, and have been mugged on more than one occasion. He established a make-shift militia of volunteers to guard the city.

Azel's son, Adur, made a living as a mercenary. He actually excelled in this despite the fact that both his parents were small and relatively weak. While in this line of work he was employed by a gambling establishment owner by the name of Renki. Renki and Adur became steadfast friends, despite their very different stations in life. However, this only lasted until Azel passed away, leaving Adur in charge of the City guard. Renki, however, was not quite as friendly as he appeared. Azel had made many enemies, and many were still offering a rather large bounty on all of his kin. Renki betrayed Adur and many of his cousins and brothers when his family came upon hard times. Adur was able to escape, but many of his family members did not.

Renki was slain in his sleep by Adur. Adur was sentenced to death by the City Guard for murder, as they had no evidence of Renki's guilt.

The next generation was Adur's son, Albert Wilmot, which brought the family to financial ruin. He was the sort to invest in poor ideas and products, and squandered generations of wealth. His son grew up in ever increasingly poor conditions. His son, of course, was Alvin Wilmot, my father. After Alvin, came myself. And thus you have a brief synopsis of the Wilmot family line. I could tell you about one of the many brothers and cousins of Adur, or even Azel, but many have passed and failed to have children who bear the family name. So it has come to myself alone.

Though, I promise, the Wilmot name will be restored. No matter the cost.
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Alric Wilmot's Grimoire

Postby Alric Wilmot on October 1st, 2013, 3:02 am

60th of Summer 513 AV

Hello again, mystery reader of the distant future. It's been a while! Well, for me. Not so much you I suppose. Quite amazing how quickly time can move when you're on a ship. Honestly I wish we could stay on it all the way to Ravok. I know Anton is probably sick of fish but I don't have to put up with the same taste day after day. Ionu's mark is incredibly useful, I tell you. From seasoning your food, to pranking a high priest, you find a use for it no matter what your goals.

Ah, but I'm musing. Let's get on to today's topic shall we? Last entry I spoke on the Wilmot legacy, if only briefly. Today I think I should talk about my own personal journey. I'll shorten it of course, no need to bore you with every excruciating detail. Though I do imagine that this might take up a few pages. If that is the case, forgive me. But I promise, after this, I will discuss the arts of manipulation. I think that will more than make up for all this talk of my personal life hmm?

At any rate, let's move on. Now, my life can be summarized in three stages. I had a larval state, a pupae state, and an adult state. I've often compared myself to a moth or butterfly, or even frogs and toads. (Though, the moth is my favorite) This is because I have had three life goals, and while I consider the former two childish, without them I would not have arrived at my final goal and state of mind. In short, they were childish but necessary for my growth.

In my youth, around age 12 leading up to 19, I sought to learn everything in the world. From how the sun rose in the east, to how maggots appeared in the meat. I wanted to know why water and earth made mud, and how magic came to be. I wanted to know it all. Of course, no mortal an truly know it all, but I was naive. I worshiped Eyris, but I think she knew how frivolous the whole thing was. I never received a mark from her, and eventually my worship of her was mere lip-service. Nowadays it isn't even that.

But, that line of thought led me to a very productive conversation with a red-haired man in the middle of Alvadas. He was speaking on how humanity should conquer the other races, I believe. He was quite paranoid. Still, I have no say in the matter one way or the other. But, for the sake of curiosity I engaged him in a battle of words, speaking on behalf of the non-human races. In truth I care nothing for non-humans. But that day, i defended them as best I could.

I did well, I believe. But in the end, the man left me with quite the quandary. He claimed that to know something fully, to understand something, meant you were master of it. This follows from the fact only a master carpenter truly knows the trade, and his apprentices may think they know how the wood behaves and how to make a cut, but truthfully they know nothing until they themselves are masters. It was a logical conclusion to our debate and it left me in quite a state of duress.

That was the end of my Larval state.

"I'm Speaking"
"I'm speaking and using hypnosis"
I'm implanting thoughts using hypnosis
I have implanted an Obsession
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The Last Wilmot
 
Posts: 427
Words: 375060
Joined roleplay: September 8th, 2011, 12:05 am
Location: Ravok
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Race: Human
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