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Lee Messer

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This is an excerpt. Not sure where to put it yet, but it explains the entire magic system of my world. I don't know what the deal is with my post format. It didn't transfer at all. I apologize for this inconvenience.

The Account of Loraiud Rutil Pemiou, First Order Lore Master:


This may be my last account, as I am on yet another perilous errand for a brutal, and unreasonable warlord. Many call him conqueror, and I suppose this would be true. He is of course the King of the land, but even so, he is a usurper, and impulsive at times. This particular errand is to achieve the impossible task of resurrecting his firstborn. In my opinion, the kingdom should fail, but of course the king demands otherwise, and wills the other gifted ones against me. He even summoned all of us as an example. I am in the unfortunate conundrum of making a hasty summary of my accumulated knowledge in this account.

My hope is that upon my death, even though I will fate bind this knowledge to my library, someone will take up my research and lore, and continue my efforts. Should you find this, there is a detailed index in my study. It is the first scroll on the lectern as you enter. I will likely fail, and either the Fae will kill me, or my colleagues will hunt me down and rip me to shreds. This means you should see me shortly after you arrive at my library. If you hold this scroll, you are already cursed to find it, so do not worry about how to find my tower… you will find it.

As it is written, long ago before the birth of man, After the great dark apocalypse caused by heavenly ice and fire, but before the first of all of the great ice ages, there was a time when the world was covered in a thick haze. The air itself had life within it. In that time, the first of the races walked in the mist through an age of legends. Much was also unseen, and as a result, those from the glyph could easily get away with many a taboo without notice. The barrier between the living and the unborn was as thin as a dream as was life itself. Death was only an acceptance, and life was as simple as opening one’s eyes. At least this is as it was for the Fae.

As so, this age was called ‘The Age of Dreams’. The first were of the Fae and sprang forth from the glyph by projection. The most absolutely graceful of emotions and thoughts sought to manifest here, as at the time it was among the most beautiful of worlds to exist in. None knew death in the beginning for the mist that covered the world sustained all life in abundance, and survival was a simple matter of co-existence with the world. As much as mankind did not exist, all beings conversed in a balance of the first agreeance.

It should be known that the first were simple, and absolute in their beliefs. There was almost no need for breeding as a people; that meaning everyone amongst the races would live indefinitely. In this case, nature had allowed life to continue indefinitely as sure as the first-born to exist. So, I should tell thee that death in that age only happened by accident or purpose, and there was no such thing as age. This loss of the forefathers, as it were called ‘the lessening’, was an anomaly only caused by constant hunting of an animal that they would-must breed to survive. For instance, cattle did not live as long… so they bred them more.


It has always been speculated amongst all the races where the ferals came from, even amongst the ferals, but what is known for sure is that powerful beings mated with animals. Now, it would be simple to say that this is not possible, as animals do not simply mate with anything and make some new being. A horse does not mate with a cat, and simply make a horse-cat. No, to thee it should be known, that a race of the ‘Celestials’, who were great spirits that could possess animals and impart their essence through mating, would create new primordials. Ferals were the third of the ancient races, and it would be some time before a feral gave birth to man. The ferals had long existed before man, and by the time of man they had become fluent shapeshifters. Ferals could become anything they wanted with time, and there was a time when those existed who could even take on the form of the extinct.

The Ferals were the first to create laws, and their only laws were submission to the ‘Celestials’, and ‘The Law of Blood’. If the ‘Celestials’ called from the wind, warned of danger, or forbade of anything it was to be heeded. They had only one alliance, and that was among predators against any who would usurp their power as was called ‘The Law of Blood’. Of course, there wasn’t existence of the physical word then, so it was passed on through generations.

There was one more before man, and these were the Deities, and it was said they were the result of the greatest of the ‘Celestials’ children. Those who had been imparted with the gifts of the glyph. This in itself, is the origin of man’s obsession with worship, as for a time, man became lorded over as they were the most mundane of all the races and could not use any of their senses to perceive the glyph.

Man struggled during this time, as it was impossible to compete with the superior races. If they came upon fae, they were shunned, or spurned like one would chase away a troublesome monkey. While they were lucky to not be eaten as many of the other races would do, the fae did not like their forests infested with little ‘fire monkeys’. To them, men were flat-nosed thieves, and arsonists. That is what many fae saw men as, because every time they saw one the forest would soon burn. Fae lived in the deepest lands of the great forests, and if man were found there, they were swiftly exterminated. The only way man survived was to breed, for so many would die, and so shortened the lifespans of man for they were hunted.

The Feral did not like man for the same reason, and so hunted and ate man relentlessly until man no longer tried to live in the forest ever again. If man were found in the forest, they were fair game be it man woman or child. Again, the only way man survived was to breed, for so many would die, and so shortened the lifespans of man even further.

So, then man ran away to become the many strains and tribes in the mountains, hills, beaches, and grasslands to settle. Upon becoming conquerors of surface of the sea, the water fae decided to allow them to stay as man was unable burn the ocean and could do no great harm there. In the mountains, high in the snow, men were allowed for the same reason, and became giants. In the savannahs where fire actually helped cause herd formation from lack of food… man became agrarian. Man would survive for some time, even when some among the races would eventually come to exploit man’s ignorance for personal gain, and through this, man finally became one large co-existing tribe.

They were taught more advanced, yet still primitive weapons for hunting by wandering fae, and so were allowed territory at the mercy of the ferals save for the time when man became too many. The ferals culled them just as they would any other prey to keep the herd from overpopulating which resulted in plague. Some ferals finally felt sympathy for man, as they believed in laws of justice, and so man came to be allowed to learn the magic arts.

Magic was an ancient hidden knowledge amongst the fae, and only those ferals who had befriended a fae that had any knowledge of magic, had the opportunity to learn the nature of magic. What is the nature of magic? The first sacrifice was made during a time of great suffering long before man existed called the ‘Phlannor’. The first sacrifice was a pledge by a wise man from amongst the wood fae. He loved his family, and his people, and had served them in grace for his many thousands of years of age. The plague was to take him, as it had done so many he had seen die before him. His knowledge would outbound the living world, and far into the other side beyond his death as in life. He had lived beyond the time of the discovery of counting.

His pledge, “I will protect mine kin for all mine days as long as I am to love.” He swore an oath of sacrifice to his tribes. All the other fae, and eventually all of the fae had ancestors who sacrificed their afterlives to stay and help the living. It was all out of love for their children, which, against the beliefs of lovers, is the most common love to become a sacrifice in its purest form. For all mothers and fathers who altruistically love their offspring, love more than they love each other and themselves, and cannot bear the weight of passing without this sacrifice. By the time of the third generation, there was a grandparent waiting to solicit an offering to take this path. In retrospect, the unfinished soul tends to have regrets, and so submits to heritage. If a hero, or heroine had not been born, then so should it be solidified within the bloodline. In this time, many a child, male or female, became haunted by their ancestors. Some thoughts are too powerful, and simply do not die.

So too did man decide to worship their ancestors first before gods, as their ancestors scared them the most, and the deities mattered no more. The long-lost grandfather, who fought and killed many battles would visit them in their sleep. The witch wife of said warrior chief, killed by local superstition, soon found reason to actually curse the peoples persecuting their offspring. Death became more of a barter within the first levels of necromancy. Yes, that’s right, mankind did not invent necromancy, it was the Fae themselves. It was easy to get grandpa Velandour to agree as he was already ‘in bad spirits’, and fresh to find in his emotions after his passing.

This was the first covenant, and all others after had pledged in some specific way to assist the ancestors in the afterlife. So, it came from the Fae, and it passed to the Ferals… and so passed to the most sacrificing of man. Man would be able, unlike all other races, to sacrifice the most as they had died the most, and so came the irony of mankind’s knowledge of magic. While man could not perceive the glyph, man was closer to the glyph than all other races, as they had more spirits on the other side than any in the most ancient of history. This was the beginnings of the high architectures of magic. It should with this knowledge be understood, and greatly respected in all forms of respect, that high magic is built from many layers of generational sacrifice of mankind.

Only the collector, and possessor of all of the originally established one-hundred and forty-seven texts, can properly interpret the infinite existence of magic within all dimensions imaginable. The origins of which reside upon the wills of the absolute that have decided to manifest in this world as well as all others that desired to come here and intersect within the infinite plane of astral projection. As it seems, all worlds exist within thought, and follow strict rules of separation.

Where do they come from these magic energies? Mankind later called it many things but the spirits themselves describe it as a hole… a vast void of darkness where all thoughts come from, and all dead spirits go. Somewhere within this dark place is a single point of light, but it is said that the spirits who go there never return. It is called ‘The Hole’, but I believe through my research of it to be some sort of abyss filled with a mixture of random interconnected lost desires. The ‘Covenant’ as it is called is basically a pact with these spirits that can still interact with our world.

Logic is law, and demons as well as unicorns, are mine to govern, as I see them. For just as sin is not of evil, but sublimely more of nature, so as righteousness is not absolutely of good. Evil without purity is like a child who decides to not be born; just as death without reconciliation is without remorse. It is as absurd as asking the reaper of any heritage why it is they reap what is sown.

Man was the first to raise the dead, and so the first of the high arcane branches began. Who was taught to be feared most? It was great-great-great grandma and grandpa who were fairly adamant about the preservation of mankind’s survival! Alone they could not tell thee of thy folly, but they each had almost a hundred spirits to reinforce their laws. The further down the line of ancestors, the more powerful the necromancy influence on the magic became. It was determined that someday necromancy would be powerful enough to defeat death itself. With each generation, the prospect of reanimation of the decaying corpse became more like resurrection of the eternal soul.

Those who followed the laws gained the most favor among the living, and the dead would only become more and more powerful. It wasn’t long before this power became hoarded in secret… and the shamans became few. The living became diluted again, while only those who remembered were considered by the dead to be loving and true. Only these people who kept the old ways could connect with the power, and it stayed pure for a time. While secret, it became heavily concentrated and more powerful within a devoted spiritual heritage. Long lines of mages would select only believers who had the gifts.

Soon, magic began to become formalized amongst the few, and all but a handful forgot the art that kept them alive in the dark times when the suns rays only illuminated a worldwide fog. Mankind eventually sought physical knowledge (as is the true nature of mankind to seek materials) and forgot these legendary mages. It was an excepting few that kept the knowledge and lore, but it was all lost in age except for some ancient tomes. In those times, a library did not exist as there weren’t enough books to consist a need for this purpose, so the books were kept by the elders of the families, and usually hidden away as an heirloom.

So, thee should know, the first twenty-one tomes of the covenant became the basis of all schools of magic. Each tome contained all natures of the twenty-one realms of the afterlife. Some came to elements upon death, and some to the infernals. Some came to the realms of chaos, and some to the orders of resolution. Some were innocent, and created heaven, and some fell to revenge, and bitterness. A vast world, hidden in haze, and forged in a merciless nature, can find legendary and timeless human heroes… but not the kind you would expect.

Only of those that defied death itself, should this saga be told of. For even today, only they can tell thee of why these sacrifices were made. Only they survived. Only the keepers of the last twenty-one tomes survived beyond the hundreds of thousands of years of war that all but destroyed the fae and feral alike. From the times of ancient shamans, to the times of necromancers, to the times of sorcerers, and subsequent wizards… warlocks, and witches are the first of the Liches. The Liches were the first masters over death and fated to be the only preservers of the truth. They were the first to master both life, and death. All other considerations would come with time. Of consideration, few after them would attain this mastery.

While I am not the first of the necromancers to create and use the covenant, it is easy to derive at the first source once you understand the origin of magic. There are obvious sources in the oldest of magics in that rituals are often enacted along with long incantations, and heavy use of symbology. Many times, the exact ritual used is intermixed within layers of communal meditations for clarity or clairvoyance. Divining the truth can be a way that is used to acquire the new pacts to allow the imbuements, but once the imbuements are made, the abilities are permanent. This can only be done by those with the gifts. While again, sacrifice was necessary in the beginning, and performed by every tribe. This is the origin of magic.

Once one sees the heavy use of symbology, and heavy use of sacrifice, it is understood that this occurred at the dawn of man. That would have been a place long ago where man left the forest in a place now covered in desert. There hominids would have the first taste of magic. It is only later that we found the Jackalwere to be the first to hand over the funerary rites necessary to communicate with the dead. It is isn’t long to understand that the rest of the tribes of man had to learn magic from other sources, but had already learned of it’s possibility through various stories of the African tribes and their haunted ruins.

Ages later, the nomadic tribes acquired their knowledge of it from these ruins, for they would often use these sacred places for shelter. With this, the northern tribes would trade for this knowledge, and later learn it from the wolf. Massive tribes of Wolfweres roamed the northern forests in the winters, and often found themselves starving when faced with the near extinction of the northern giants they hunted. While giants were a strain of human, and could interbreed, humans could not co-exist with their cannibalistic nature. So, when man came, and lived among the giants in the north they betrayed them for the knowledge of magic… and made an infernal pact with the starving wolf.

Other tribes of course had similar encounters. It is said that at the time there were only fifteen strains of human in existence. In the east, it was the tiger, and further to the east the spirits from the extinct dragon race haunted their first necromancers. Soon the dragons would desire to manifest, and forced their own existence by terror, inadvertently passing on their knowledge as well. After enough from the other side devoted themselves, mankind found themselves to have a destiny, and finally gained respect from the other races. Strange how the world became so different after that. Ironically, man became the only survivable race, and the tables turned on the fae, and the Feral. The feral became more and more obscure, and man forgot how to speak to the other animals. Even the fae now hide from man deep in the forests, and it is said none survive these encounters any longer as they protect the last vestiges of purity in this world with the most potent of death magics.

My account of this is by far not thoroughly encompassing, and there are huge gaps in my consciousness over the ages. There are others within my cabal, that say the fae are actually more attuned with nature than all other races. No one has seen them for so long that I must assume the credibility of our greatest Celestialist, Char, to be true. She says she has even been there, and seen actual fae there. All who weild the gift have glimpsed a fae of one kind or another, who are a type of fae, but the Faelands are another story.

Only a Celestialist healer like Char would be able to help find it. I will have to ask her and Sham before we leave, for the forest of Om. Uba, the southern witch that was sent to escort me says she can send an emissary if I have something the healer has touched. I believe I do. I remember Char made potions for me long ago, but we will need to stop by the tower on the way to get it. Char always knows the outworld magic with greater insights, even if she cannot yet raise the dead.

In this time, I am sent by King Balbric to find the necessary rituals for summoning a Fae in order to discover the ritual of resurrection from them. I have foreseen this as my first and only death. This must mean I will not return from death and disturbs me greatly.

I fear I will not return in any way, and the world will lose yet another lore master. While I have had the chance to read many fragments of the tomes, I feel I have barely had the chance to glance at a full understanding. I retethered the King’s son’s soul to his body with the Necromancer’s Grip and Word, but it will not preserve the corpse. After the body rots away completely, it becomes nothing more than an animated skeleton. The boy will eventually turn to dust if I fail to resurrect the flesh. I do remember how to talk with the Fae, at least in writing, but it is likely my escort will not survive that long.

It is unfortunate that they sent a southern witch. Unless she knows how to sidestep, the trees will likely devour her mind. That is even if we get past the undead swamps surrounding the sacred valley. I have heard rumors the Fae have resorted to death magic to create a barrier of dead between us and them. Even the Bansidhe have sacrificed themselves to this end. I presume we will know we are close to this unknown realm when I see one. It is a vast unknown frontier beyond all civilization. Legends say it lies beyond the known world and even beyond the glyph which I find hard to comprehend.

Written and copyrighted by Lee Messer 2020
 

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Hi Lee. Comments inline and after. Please note they're just suggestions.

This is an excerpt. Not sure where to put it yet, but it explains the entire magic system of my world. I don't know what the deal is with my post format. It didn't transfer at all. I apologize for this inconvenience.

The Account of Loraiud Rutil Pemiou, First Order Lore Master:


This may be my last account, as I am on yet another perilous errand for a brutal, and unreasonable warlord. Many call him conqueror, and I suppose this would be true. He is of course the King of the land, but even so, he is a usurper, and impulsive at times. This particular errand is to achieve the impossible task of resurrecting his firstborn. In my opinion, the kingdom should fail, but of course the king demands otherwise, and wills the other gifted ones against me. He even summoned all of us as an example. I am in the unfortunate conundrum of making a hasty summary of my accumulated knowledge in this account.

My hope is that upon my death, even though I will fate bind this knowledge to my library, someone will take up my research and lore, and continue my efforts. Should you find this, there is a detailed index in my study. It is the first scroll on the lectern as you enter. I will likely fail, and either the Fae will kill me, or my colleagues will hunt me down and rip me to shreds. This means you should see me shortly after you arrive at my library. If you hold this scroll, you are already cursed to find it, so do not worry about how to find my tower…[<- maybe dispense with the ellipsis and have a new sentence. Ellipsis convey a vagueness of thought but the rest of this piece is quite precise, almost formal] you will find it.

As it is written, long ago before the birth of man, Aafter the great dark apocalypse caused by heavenly ice and fire, but before the first of all of the great ice ages, there was a time when[<- see what happens if you remove "there was a time when"] the world was covered in a thick haze. The air itself had life within it. In that time, the first of the races walked in the mist through an age of legends. Much was also unseen, and as a result, those from the glyph could easily get away with many a taboo without notice. The barrier between the living and the unborn was as thin as a dream as was life itself[<- nice]. Death was only an acceptance, and life was as simple as opening one’s eyes. At least this is as it was for the Fae.

As so, this age was called ‘The Age of Dreams’. The first were of the Fae and sprang forth from the glyph by projection. The most absolutely graceful of emotions and thoughts sought to manifest here, as at the time it was among the most beautiful of worlds to exist in. None knew death in the beginning for the mist that covered the world sustained all life in abundance, and survival was a simple matter of co-existence with the world. As much as mankind did not exist, all beings conversed in a balance of the first agreeance[<- never heard this word - I like it!].

It should be known that the first were simple, and absolute in their beliefs. There was almost no need for breeding as a people; that meaning everyone amongst the races would live indefinitely. In this case, nature had allowed life to continue indefinitely[<- watch for repetition] as sure as the first-born to exist. So, I should tell thee that death in that age only happened by accident or purpose, and there was no such thing as age. This loss of the forefathers, as it were called ‘the lessening’, was an anomaly only caused by constant hunting of an animal that they would-must["would-must"? Is that what you meant to say? Surely "must" will do.] breed to survive. For instance, cattle did not live as long…[<-ugh] so they bred them more.


It has always been speculated amongst all the races where the ferals came from[<- skirting stranded-preposition territory here; it's ok in dialogue or voicey text, but where the style is more formal, almost academic, see if you can avoid it], even amongst the ferals[<- observe and handle the repetition], but what is known for sure is that powerful beings mated with animals. Now, it would be simple to you may say that this is not possible, as animals do not simply mate with anything and make some new beings. A horse does not mate with a cat, and simply [<- repetition] make a horse-cat. No, to thee it should be known, that a race of the ‘Celestials’, who were great spirits that could possess animals and impart their essence through mating, would create new primordials. Ferals were the third of the ancient races, and it would be some time before a feral gave birth to man. The ferals had long existed before man, and by the time of man[repetition of man 3x in last 2 sentences] they had become fluent shapeshifters. Ferals could become anything they wanted with time, and there was a time[repetition] when those existed who could even take on the form of the extinct.

The Ferals were the first to create laws, and their initiallaws were one being submission to the ‘Celestials’, and ‘The Law of Blood’. If the ‘Celestials’ [why the '' marks? See what it reads like without; to me it reads more confidently]called from the wind, warned of danger, or forbade of anything[comma] it was to be heeded. They had only one alliance, and that was among predators against any who would usurp their power[comma] as was called ‘The Law of Blood’. Of course, there wasn’t existence of the physical word then, so it was passed on through generations.

There was one more before man, and these were the Deities, and it was said they were the result of the greatest of the ‘Celestials’[<- yeah you need to dispense with the speech marks just so you can manage the apostrophe correctly :) ] children. [maybe join with an m dash or semi colon here, rather than new sentence]Those who had been imparted with the gifts of the glyph. This in itself, is the origin of man’s obsession with worship, as for a time, man became lorded over as they were the most mundane of all the races and could not use any of their senses to perceive the glyph.

Man struggled during this time, as it was impossible to compete with the superior races. If they came upon fae, they were shunned, or spurned like one would chase away a troublesome monkey. While they were lucky to not be eaten ["lucky to be eaten" is fine but for me it breaks the otherwise dramatic voice. "fortunate not to be devoured and slain" may fit better, imo] as many of the other races would do[would do what? be eaten? or eat them? The "do" doesn't quite match with the passive just before it. Maybe "would be" dep. on what you want to say], the fae did not like their forests infested with little ‘fire monkeys’. To them, men were flat-nosed thieves, and arsonists. That is what many fae saw men as[<- this pretty much repeats what the previous clause says - maybe just pick one], because every time they saw one the forest would soon burn. Fae lived in the deepest lands of the great forests, and if man were found there, they were swiftly exterminated. The only way man survived was to breed, for so many would die, and so shortened the lifespans of man for they were hunted.

The Feral did not like man for the same reason, and so hunted[repetition a bit - look at some synonyms] and ate man relentlessly until man no longer tried to live in the forest ever again. If man were found in the forest, they were fair game be it man woman or child. Again, the only way man survived was to breed, for so many would die, and so shortened the lifespans of man even further.

So, then man ran away to become the many strains and tribes in the mountains, hills, beaches, and grasslands to settle. Upon becoming conquerors of surface of the sea, the water fae decided to allow them to stay as man was unable burn the ocean and could do no great harm there. In the mountains, high in the snow, men were allowed for the same reason, and became giants. In the savannahs where fire actually helped cause herd formation from lack of food… man became agrarian. Man would survive for some time, even when some among the races would eventually come to exploit man’s ignorance for personal gain, and through this, man finally became one large co-existing tribe.

They were taught more advanced, yet still primitive weapons for hunting by wandering fae, and so were allowed territory at the mercy of the ferals save for the time when man became too many. The ferals culled them just as they would any other prey to keep the herd from overpopulating which resulted in plague. Some ferals finally felt sympathy for man, as they believed in laws of justice, and so man came to be allowed to learn the magic arts.

Magic was an ancient hidden knowledge amongst the fae, and only those ferals who had befriended a fae that had any knowledge of magic, had the opportunity to learn the nature of magic. What is the nature of magic? The first sacrifice was made during a time of great suffering long before man existed called the ‘Phlannor’. The first sacrifice was a pledge by a wise man from amongst the wood fae. He loved his family, and his people, and had served them in grace for his many thousands of years of age. The plague was to take him, as it had done so many he had seen die before him. His knowledge would outbound the living world, and far into the other side beyond his death as in life. He had lived beyond the time of the discovery of counting.

His pledge, “I will protect mine kin for all mine days as long as I am to love.” He swore an oath of sacrifice to his tribes. All the other fae, and eventually all of the fae had ancestors who sacrificed their afterlives to stay and help the living. It was all out of love for their children, which, against the beliefs of lovers, is the most common love to become a sacrifice in its purest form. For all mothers and fathers who altruistically love their offspring, love more than they love each other and themselves, and cannot bear the weight of passing without this sacrifice. By the time of the third generation, there was a grandparent waiting to solicit an offering to take this path. In retrospect, the unfinished soul tends to have regrets, and so submits to heritage. If a hero, or heroine had not been born, then so should it be solidified within the bloodline. In this time, many a child, male or female, became haunted by their ancestors. Some thoughts are too powerful, and simply do not die.

So too did man decide to worship their ancestors first before gods, as their ancestors scared them the most, and the deities mattered no more. The long-lost grandfather, who fought and killed many battles would visit them in their sleep. The witch wife of said warrior chief, killed by local superstition, soon found reason to actually curse the peoples persecuting their offspring. Death became more of a barter within the first levels of necromancy. Yes, that’s right, mankind did not invent necromancy, it was the Fae themselves. It was easy to get grandpa Velandour to agree as he was already ‘in bad spirits’, and fresh to find in his emotions after his passing.

This was the first covenant, and all others after had pledged in some specific way to assist the ancestors in the afterlife. So, it came from the Fae, and it passed to the Ferals… and so passed to the most sacrificing of man. Man would be able, unlike all other races, to sacrifice the most as they had died the most, and so came the irony of mankind’s knowledge of magic. While man could not perceive the glyph, man was closer to the glyph than all other races, as they had more spirits on the other side than any in the most ancient of history. This was the beginnings of the high architectures of magic. It should with this knowledge be understood, and greatly respected in all forms of respect, that high magic is built from many layers of generational sacrifice of mankind.

Only the collector, and possessor of all of the originally established one-hundred and forty-seven texts, can properly interpret the infinite existence of magic within all dimensions imaginable. The origins of which reside upon the wills of the absolute that have decided to manifest in this world as well as all others that desired to come here and intersect within the infinite plane of astral projection. As it seems, all worlds exist within thought, and follow strict rules of separation.

Where do they come from these magic energies? Mankind later called it many things but the spirits themselves describe it as a hole… a vast void of darkness where all thoughts come from, and all dead spirits go. Somewhere within this dark place is a single point of light, but it is said that the spirits who go there never return. It is called ‘The Hole’, but I believe through my research of it to be some sort of abyss filled with a mixture of random interconnected lost desires. The ‘Covenant’ as it is called is basically a pact with these spirits that can still interact with our world.

Logic is law, and demons as well as unicorns, are mine to govern, as I see them. For just as sin is not of evil, but sublimely more of nature, so as righteousness is not absolutely of good. Evil without purity is like a child who decides to not be born; just as death without reconciliation is without remorse. It is as absurd as asking the reaper of any heritage why it is they reap what is sown.

Man was the first to raise the dead, and so the first of the high arcane branches began. Who was taught to be feared most? It was great-great-great grandma and grandpa who were fairly adamant about the preservation of mankind’s survival! Alone they could not tell thee of thy folly, but they each had almost a hundred spirits to reinforce their laws. The further down the line of ancestors, the more powerful the necromancy influence on the magic became. It was determined that someday necromancy would be powerful enough to defeat death itself. With each generation, the prospect of reanimation of the decaying corpse became more like resurrection of the eternal soul.

Those who followed the laws gained the most favor among the living, and the dead would only become more and more powerful. It wasn’t long before this power became hoarded in secret… and the shamans became few. The living became diluted again, while only those who remembered were considered by the dead to be loving and true. Only these people who kept the old ways could connect with the power, and it stayed pure for a time. While secret, it became heavily concentrated and more powerful within a devoted spiritual heritage. Long lines of mages would select only believers who had the gifts.

Soon, magic began to become formalized amongst the few, and all but a handful forgot the art that kept them alive in the dark times when the suns rays only illuminated a worldwide fog. Mankind eventually sought physical knowledge (as is the true nature of mankind to seek materials) and forgot these legendary mages. It was an excepting few that kept the knowledge and lore, but it was all lost in age except for some ancient tomes. In those times, a library did not exist as there weren’t enough books to consist a need for this purpose, so the books were kept by the elders of the families, and usually hidden away as an heirloom.

So, thee should know, the first twenty-one tomes of the covenant became the basis of all schools of magic. Each tome contained all natures of the twenty-one realms of the afterlife. Some came to elements upon death, and some to the infernals. Some came to the realms of chaos, and some to the orders of resolution. Some were innocent, and created heaven, and some fell to revenge, and bitterness. A vast world, hidden in haze, and forged in a merciless nature, can find legendary and timeless human heroes… but not the kind you would expect.

Only of those that defied death itself, should this saga be told of. For even today, only they can tell thee of why these sacrifices were made. Only they survived. Only the keepers of the last twenty-one tomes survived beyond the hundreds of thousands of years of war that all but destroyed the fae and feral alike. From the times of ancient shamans, to the times of necromancers, to the times of sorcerers, and subsequent wizards… warlocks, and witches are the first of the Liches. The Liches were the first masters over death and fated to be the only preservers of the truth. They were the first to master both life, and death. All other considerations would come with time. Of consideration, few after them would attain this mastery.

While I am not the first of the necromancers to create and use the covenant, it is easy to derive at the first source once you understand the origin of magic. There are obvious sources in the oldest of magics in that rituals are often enacted along with long incantations, and heavy use of symbology. Many times, the exact ritual used is intermixed within layers of communal meditations for clarity or clairvoyance. Divining the truth can be a way that is used to acquire the new pacts to allow the imbuements, but once the imbuements are made, the abilities are permanent. This can only be done by those with the gifts. While again, sacrifice was necessary in the beginning, and performed by every tribe. This is the origin of magic.

Once one sees the heavy use of symbology, and heavy use of sacrifice, it is understood that this occurred at the dawn of man. That would have been a place long ago where man left the forest in a place now covered in desert. There hominids would have the first taste of magic. It is only later that we found the Jackalwere to be the first to hand over the funerary rites necessary to communicate with the dead. It is isn’t long to understand that the rest of the tribes of man had to learn magic from other sources, but had already learned of it’s possibility through various stories of the African tribes and their haunted ruins.

Ages later, the nomadic tribes acquired their knowledge of it from these ruins, for they would often use these sacred places for shelter. With this, the northern tribes would trade for this knowledge, and later learn it from the wolf. Massive tribes of Wolfweres roamed the northern forests in the winters, and often found themselves starving when faced with the near extinction of the northern giants they hunted. While giants were a strain of human, and could interbreed, humans could not co-exist with their cannibalistic nature. So, when man came, and lived among the giants in the north they betrayed them for the knowledge of magic… and made an infernal pact with the starving wolf.

Other tribes of course had similar encounters. It is said that at the time there were only fifteen strains of human in existence. In the east, it was the tiger, and further to the east the spirits from the extinct dragon race haunted their first necromancers. Soon the dragons would desire to manifest, and forced their own existence by terror, inadvertently passing on their knowledge as well. After enough from the other side devoted themselves, mankind found themselves to have a destiny, and finally gained respect from the other races. Strange how the world became so different after that. Ironically, man became the only survivable race, and the tables turned on the fae, and the Feral. The feral became more and more obscure, and man forgot how to speak to the other animals. Even the fae now hide from man deep in the forests, and it is said none survive these encounters any longer as they protect the last vestiges of purity in this world with the most potent of death magics.

My account of this is by far not thoroughly encompassing, and there are huge gaps in my consciousness over the ages. There are others within my cabal, that say the fae are actually more attuned with nature than all other races. No one has seen them for so long that I must assume the credibility of our greatest Celestialist, Char, to be true. She says she has even been there, and seen actual fae there. All who weild the gift have glimpsed a fae of one kind or another, who are a type of fae, but the Faelands are another story.

Only a Celestialist healer like Char would be able to help find it. I will have to ask her and Sham before we leave, for the forest of Om. Uba, the southern witch that was sent to escort me says she can send an emissary if I have something the healer has touched. I believe I do. I remember Char made potions for me long ago, but we will need to stop by the tower on the way to get it. Char always knows the outworld magic with greater insights, even if she cannot yet raise the dead.

In this time, I am sent by King Balbric to find the necessary rituals for summoning a Fae in order to discover the ritual of resurrection from them. I have foreseen this as my first and only death. This must mean I will not return from death and disturbs me greatly.

I fear I will not return in any way, and the world will lose yet another lore master. While I have had the chance to read many fragments of the tomes, I feel I have barely had the chance to glance at a full understanding. I retethered the King’s son’s soul to his body with the Necromancer’s Grip and Word, but it will not preserve the corpse. After the body rots away completely, it becomes nothing more than an animated skeleton. The boy will eventually turn to dust if I fail to resurrect the flesh. I do remember how to talk with the Fae, at least in writing, but it is likely my escort will not survive that long.

It is unfortunate that they sent a southern witch. Unless she knows how to sidestep, the trees will likely devour her mind. That is even if we get past the undead swamps surrounding the sacred valley. I have heard rumors the Fae have resorted to death magic to create a barrier of dead between us and them. Even the Bansidhe have sacrificed themselves to this end. I presume we will know we are close to this unknown realm when I see one. It is a vast unknown frontier beyond all civilization. Legends say it lies beyond the known world and even beyond the glyph which I find hard to comprehend.

Written and copyrighted by Lee Messer 2020

Pretty cool and epic. If I came across this in a novel, I may skim it unless it was weaved in alongside the narrative, but if I was digging for lore and companion pieces, it's not bad. I made a few suggestions (ran out of time though so similar things may occur elsewhere - repetition of words and notions, a little overwrite in places). But yeah. Good. Thanks for sharing.
 

Lee Messer

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Yeah, lol. never looked at my repetitions. It was originally a part of the narrator's more limited language vocabulary. Ancient language had lesser words for nouns and pronouns for that matter. I originally thought this to create authenticity in speech, but now I'm rethinking the reader's perception. I will meditate upon my purpose at this. The other issues are obvious, and a result of raw material (you are the first to observe this material).
 
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