[The Bronze Woods] The Squire and the Sorcerer

by **Aoren** on March 30th, 2014, 3:44 pm

Aoren didn’t quite agree with some of what Kreig was saying but he was polite enough not to leave the man bereft of his opinions. Aoren had met several people who didn’t fear magic and paid their respects to the power at their command. The Drykas man shrugged his shoulders offering little more than a simple nod as Kreig spoke.

“Weakness lies not in knowing your limits but in being ignorant of them. A man who knows how far he can go can push himself to that edge and wisely pull back that he may grow stronger.” Aoren wondered briefly what kind of man the one in front of him would turn out to be. All this talk of magic wasn’t without purpose. He knew that for certain. Though he could see the hesitation in Kreig’s eyes he could also see the curiosity. He could see an underlying thirst for something more, the way he spoke, the way he danced around the issue it was rather obvious.

“So then , not to beat around the bush any longer, when do you plan on learning magic yourself? Or rather, how do you plan on learning it?” Aoren pointed out the elephant in the room. While he had his fair share of interest in keeping secrets he wasn’t one to dance around an issue for very long. He could also see that philosophical discussion wouldn’t get very far with this particular individual.

“I would imagine that as a member of the Order there are plenty of Mage-Knights willing to work with you. Why not approach one of them and seek to understand what they do?”

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by **Kreig Messer** on March 31st, 2014, 6:59 am

Kreig didn’t know how to answer that ‘ When would I learn it?’ He ended up asking that question to himself? How did he plan it was definitely not the issue, in fact he was certain he could find someone in the order to teach him magic easily. But when was the great question, he supposed the answer was easy enough…. After all, the man seemed to have guessed he was planning to but Kreig believed he didn’t realize that he had yet to decide “When I’ve made the choice to learn it, perhaps sooner or later. But not now”

He scratched the back of his head and looked at Aoren again; he didn’t know what the man thought about Kreig’s views. In all honesty he wasn’t sure he liked Kreig’s view on the subject ‘ Doesn’t matter, he may know more on the subject than I do….but Magic demands respect, and if any of the rumors I’ve heard are true about the consequences of magic, then certainly the respect it wants comes from fearing it’ And there was nothing like a healthy dose of fear to remind someone of the dangers of the tools they wield.

“I think the view of someone outside the order carries more weight…. As I assume you are not of the order, which you aren’t, then I can gain perhaps an unbiased view of the craft. And to be honest the thought of learning magic has only been a latent thought until I saw you practice it, so I thought why not ask you whilst I had the chance?” He shrugged his shoulders “If I am to learn any magical craft, then at least I want multiple opinions before I choose to jump of that particular cliff and , I repeat myself here, that your view would play more into the final decision rather than the mage Knights, who may share one view about it and that of my patron, who may discourage me from it”

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by **Aoren** on April 8th, 2014, 3:32 am

“What do I think of magic?” Aoren pondered the question for a moment. He had many views on the disciplines that he knew of. He also knew that there were plenty more he had no knowledge of. The plethora of tales concerning feats of magic the likes of which Aoren did not practice were plentiful. Most of them were tales of how powerful wizards fell to madness and caused untold destruction. There were very few that Aoren knew of that told stories of mages who actually did great things to benefit the lives affected by their powers.

“I think magic is a question. It is an endless riddle that can never truly be solved by mortals. The moment that we find an answer to one of its puzzles that immediately leads us to yet another one.” He shrugged his shoulders. This conversation was going in circles. He could tell that already. Kreig seemed to be searching for a reason to validate his fears or to give him reason to abandon his aching curiosity altogether. He would get nothing of that like from Aoren. The Drykas man knew all too well just how impossible of an itch that would be to scratch.

“Once you become enthralled by magic you can never turn away from it. It marks you much like the gods do. The gifts magic bestow upon its practitioners cannot be taken away without great sacrifice and that sacrifice will leave you a hollow shell of a man. When you take up a discipline of magic you take it up for life and that always leads to looking for more magic. There are few, very few, wizards who are content with knowing only one form once they take up the craft.” Aoren was not one of those few wizards. To date he practiced three different disciplines of magic though he could claim extensive competency in only one. He was soon to be leaving Syliras in search of even more knowledge on magic. The University of Zeltiva was famed for its scholarly look into the realms of the arcane.

“I can’t tell you whether practicing magic is a good idea or not. I can’t. You have to make that decision for yourself. I can tell you that it changes people. For better or worse depends on the person. Take the Mage Knights for example, they use their powers to protect and defend. On that same token, there are far less benevolent mages out there who use the same powers to ill purposes.” Aoren brought his hands up. Without much effort he willed fluid Res to extrude from both of his palms. With the slightest flick of his thoughts he divided that Res into two layers shaping it into a sphere. He held the ball of Res in his left hand then snapped his fingers with his right. The Res ignited becoming a sphere of azure fire that swayed gently in Aoren’s grasp. With the inner Res not transmuted he could maintain nearly absolute control over the fireball.

“Two forms of magic you’ve now seen me use. For all you know I could command the powers of many others. Am I a mad sorcerer bent on worldly domination or the subjugation of scores of people?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I can say with all certainty I have no such ambition. Will you believe me though? That is your choice. What am I saying?”

Aoren wove his hands in a graceful motion exerting his will over the Res within the fireball. Without much resistance the fireball distorted flaring to life as it stretched outward becoming a spiral. Slowly the spiral continued to spin resembling a slow moving cyclone. Aoren smiled down at the simple manipulation of the shape of his Res.

“You can use the powers of magic to make something beautiful or…” Aoren abruptly brought his hands together condensing the spiral cyclone back into a fireball. He then hurled it in the opposite direction transmuting the inner Res to Air weaving the pattern of Djed together resulting in the creation of a lightning bolt. The lightning speared forth from his hand slamming into a patch of grass shattering the earth with a loud crack of thunder in the clearing. The dirt exploded hailing the immediate area with clumps of earth and singed grass. Aoren’s arm shook. He flexed his fingers feeling an ache in his wrist and in the bones of his left forearm. He rolled his shoulder briefly. “…you can use it to destroy.”

Aoren fixed Kreig with a stone cold look.

“Which will you choose, if you choose at all?”

by **Radiant** on June 7th, 2014, 5:36 am

Aoren :

Kreig :

Notes :

My radiance is not bright enough?

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Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+2 XP
Socialization	+3 XP
Rhetoric	+1 XP
Negotiation	+1 XP
Philosophy	+4 XP
Meditation	+1 XP
Reimancy	+2 XP
Shielding	+1 XP
Unarmed Combat	+1 XP

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+2 XP
Socialization	+3 XP
Rhetoric	+2 XP
Philosophy	+2 XP
Interrogation	+1 XP

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