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<a class="moz-txt-link-abbreviated" href="mailto:lev@mimesisrpg.com">lev@mimesisrpg.com</a>
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Res Publica smiles. "Once I was a merchant, and rapid communication was
always a benefit. When I joined the White Moon movement, it was a relatively
simple task to adopt the magic. If you wish to send a message, please tell me
to whom and where to. Lei Tabor? I have never heard of that city."
"And if you wish to learn the magic, I can train you..."
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"Forgive me, I have been riding headlong into unknown danger for so
long I had forgotten that sometimes there is a better way, a calmer
way. If you can
send a message then please do. If you could send one of your magical
birds to Jareena of the Jonating, member of the Fellowship of Talor,
could it bring back a reply? If so then it is useful magic indeed and
perhaps I should use the time waiting for a reply learning to perform
the magic myself. She should be somewhere near Lei Tabor by now if
things go well with
them, which I think is somewhere beyond the wastes and near Kralorela.
I want her to know that Icthya and I are alive and have completed the
second of our tasks, then ask where we should meet up."<br>
<br>
With a sweep of his arm he clears a space on the table and begins to
lay out the crystal chess set. "Play with me a while and we can discuss
the other matters." He lays out the chess pieces with himself as black
. He waits for the game to develop a little, letting his awareness
drift into the game to see if the magic of the pieces has any insight
for him.<br>
<br>
"If your prophesy said that I would have all the answers then it was
mistaken. I have a lot of hints, prophesies and enigmas but very few
answers to give you. Now maybe as things progress some of those
prophesies will make more sense but some of them are only going to make
sense when they need to make sense." He stares
at the pieces and the patterns that they begin to make, trying to
ponder his options as he makes his moves.<br>
<br>
He had to admit to himself that while the white moonies looked like a
bunch of idiots it was nice to deal with people who did not give him a
hard time for being a bastard. In a way it was tempting to take them at
face value, to be their leader. But then the memory of the ghost of
Judge Kraken still haunted him, fate was not kind to those members of
the fellowship who tried to go their own way and defy the prophesies.
Nor did he really want those messenger birds turning up all the time,
he had a feeling that one of those birds turning up at just the wrong
time could easily get him killed. Hard to stay inconspicuous with
glowing doves coming and going. Fate might have bad things in store for
him but if he went along with her plans it seemed like she would keep
him alive for a while longer - maybe long enough to find a way out with
his skin intact. But then would his hosts really let him go just
because he asked them to? What had the first man said? That War could
only be stopped with the help of the holders of the weapons, well
perhaps the Fourth could be persuaded to help. He smiled, time to see
if he could answer one prophesy with another.<br>
<br>
"My eyes are fixed on the horizon, trying to see our ultimate
destination. You are not wrong to ask which boulders we should move off
the path first but I may not be the best one to answer such questions.
There is another however."<br>
<br>
He takes out a remains of the salts and lays the bag on the table next
to the board.<br>
<br>
"There is one who can help and advise. He has already led a successful
rebellion of the weak against the strong, he has proven his ability to
overcome violence with wisdom. He is sympathetic to our cause and in
some ways embodies all that we wish to achieve. What you need to do is
send a small delegation onto the plateau and seek out the one called
the Fourth. When you meet him your own prejudices might challenge you,
if you cannot see beyond the flesh to the shining Septessence within
you will fail to unite the followers of the Blue Moon with your cause.
The prophesy that set me on this path said that his help would be
vital, as with all the prophesies it only makes sense when it needs to."<br>
<br>
"The Fourth is the one who knows how to remove obstacles from the road
better than I do. You will need the salts in this bag to survive the
journey, without them the plateau is death."<br>
<br>
He makes another move before continuing<br>
<br>
"We each have our role to play, I appreciate your welcome and
hospitality but I do not think I can be the sort of leader you speak
of. I cannot give up on the task that I have sworn to complete any more
than that pawn could have moved backwards. It is not my destiny and to
deny my destiny would break the rules of the game...and without the
rules the game is broken." <br>
<br>
He sweeps the pieces off the board<br>
<br>
"Breaking the game, those who would break the game for their own ends,
this is in a sense what we must guard against. That was the sin of the
God Learners and they were all but wiped out for the arrogance that
nearly destroyed the world. No, I will play my part like a good little
pawn. At least I have seen the game that is unfolding, at least I know
that being a pawn is my choice. Perhaps there is some hope that when
the game ends we will be among the pieces still on the board. Lets
drink to that!"<br>
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<pre wrap="">OOC: White Dove Messangers is the name of the spell, part of White Moon
subcult
of Lunar Magic. Uses standard distance modifier to Ability rating. For
each -1
to Ability due to time of travel, +1 can be added to distance.
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OOC: Lunar common magic? Aalmon fancies learning that.<br>
<br>
Nic<br>
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