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Tuesday, September 13

  1. page Rune of Dalmied's Farewell edited Title: Rune of Dalmied's Farewell Type: Author: Duration: Place of Origin: Number of Bones:…
    Title:
    Rune of Dalmied's Farewell
    Type:
    Author:
    Duration:
    Place of Origin:
    Number of Bones:
    Date of Origin:
    Fatigue Cost:
    Place Found:
    Tagline on Cast:
    Date Found:
    Tagline on Activation:
    This transcription of the formula's contents is insufficient to Inscribe a functional copy.
    x-EffectEffect:
    Light Accelerate Healing
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    x-Transcription:Transcription:
    Rune of Dalmied's Farewell
    Comes the Dawn, so swift, so soon?
    Aye, and with it our parting.
    Wither goest thou?
    Thou well knowest: where the Emperor commands.
    Mayest thou not stay or turn from this path?
    No more than thou mightest follow in't.
    Never could I do so, and remain myself.
    That I must is pity; if thou didst, t'would be heartbreak beyond bearing.
    Turn then, turn away, I pray you!
    Canst thou yet be blind to my transfiguration?
    There is nothing done that mayn't be undone.
    Goodbye, Dalmied, and let us never look on one another more.
    Goodbye, Caitir, and know that I await your return.
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Monday, September 12

  1. page Forge Magic - The Death-Sing of Xin'Kruol edited Title: The Death-Song of Xin'Kruol Type: Armor Author: Ionela Galca (formula) Degree: Mast…
    Title:
    The Death-Song of Xin'Kruol
    Type:
    Armor
    Author:
    Ionela Galca (formula)
    Degree:
    Master
    Place of Origin:
    Oresund
    Level:
    5
    Date of Origin:
    Effect granted:
    Delay Death
    Place Found:
    Materials Required:
    Date Found:
    Activation Verbal:
    n/a
    This transcription of the formula's contents is insufficient to Inscribe a functional copy.
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    x-Transcription:Transcription:
    The citadel of Kol-Tcheren, the mightiest fortress west of Halsethil, had been granted to my lord Xin'Kruol, by the treachery that turns Secondborn against their own blood. Xin'Kruol was well-pleased that the Thrang'Xi had gained lands and towers that would stand through the ages, but the gods shaped us to be hateful in the sight of their other children. Only the homunculi are more despised than are we.
    Scornful and proud are the human kings of the accursed southern lands. Forgetting that Kol-Tcheren had stood abandoned only through human treason, they thought to drive us from it. They offered us our lives and the clothes upon our backs if we fled ere nightfall. Do you know, my wise and mighty lord thought that unkindly, and resolved to diminish this Alemnet prince and dine upon the meat of his horse.
    Five hundreds of footmen and three score knights were arrayed against us; we were but a paltry ninety, and of that number twelve were unfit for battle. Yet my bold and goodly lord told us to fear nothing, for he wore an armor as dreaded as any that the world remembers, and his strength is as the roots of mountains. He strode the parapets with us and shewed his valor greatly; whenever any of us suffered hurts in the battle, he took that one's place until a Hal'Mor'Thrang bloodcaller arrived.
    Long raged this battle, and many of their champions felt the hearts-blood flee them, but at last they struck my lord such a blow that he fell to his knees. With a mighty great-axe, they sought to cleave his head from his shoulders, and they struck true. He stood, and his laughter reddened every one of them. His head hung by a thread of muscle, but he sang his death-song and fought on. They fell upon their faces in their dread, clutched at his knee, and begged his mercy. Upon the parapet he exulted in his victory until the rest of the southern warriors fled. Then the fleshcaller came to him, eased him to down to the stones, and began the calling the spell to grant him rebirth.

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Sunday, September 11

  1. page The Creation of the First, Second, and Thirdborn edited I wished to preserve the knowledge of the artistry that the Shaper and the Titans worked at the cr…
    I wished to preserve the knowledge of the artistry that the Shaper and the Titans worked at the creation of the world, so that regardless of what has come after, those moments at the beginning would not be lost to Forgetting. I went to Mt Drom and requested a memory to be placed within the House of Memory. The spirit of Mt Drom gave me this to be preserved, so that those who were Born might know how it was they were made:
    I see great hands working a mighty, roaring forge, deep within the mountain, glowing with light and fire. Nine sets of hands working hammers and tongs, anvils and tools the like of which I have never seen before work a material which glows every color, and seems to be made of a light that isn't actually Light, as in the Realm. They pull and weave the stuff into the shapes of long, tall figures, with pointed ears, and graces, and their servants take them out of the mountain into the world: So the birth of the Firstborn.
    Next, I see the forge again, the hands and the tongs, though fewer of them, a much more subdued, thoughtful working. The material is the same, but the shape is smaller, more compact, and is heated to a point where I am surprised it does not simply break. When the finished shapes are placed on the earth, I recognize the humans, of course. There are no servants there to greet them as they walk out of the mountain, heads held high, looking to make their own way after their fashion. So the birth of the Secondborn.
    Finally, I see the dark cave of the Mountain's Heart, a red coal illuminating a single pair of huge, shadowy hands. The great beat matches the dull pound of hammer on anvil, working with the same bright stuff as before, but somehow altered, both brighter and duller, heavier. The forging seems more like pounding bread dough than beating out metal, and the shape that forms beneath the hands is likewise thicker, broader, though swollen to a size that dwarfs the first two forms thus shaped. These are met by no one in the darkness but their creator and a single servant, the Spirit of Mount Drom. The first embraces them in their first weak steps, and calls them good; the second leads them out of the cave into an uncomfortable and forbidding light. So the birth of the Thirdborn.

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Monday, August 8

  1. page Aspects of the Enemy edited ... It is clear, then, that the entity known as the Most Foul is one of two Demiurges, specificall…
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    It is clear, then, that the entity known as the Most Foul is one of two Demiurges, specifically the one that Poloxos calls The Shaper. He becomes confused as to the exact natures of these Demiurges, admittedly, and overpersonifies the idea of the Soul as separate
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    [enti]ty.entity. Esoterically, it seems [more]to be reasonable correct that [the]the Soul was the first [coll]aborationcollaboration of the ‘Mast[er S]haper’,‘Master Shaper’, as the Most Foul [was]was once called, and the [‘Bre]ath‘Breath of Heaven’, or Light [of]of Heaven. Elestrithia stres[sed]stresses that ‘Light’ in this con[text]context does not
    ...
    to the [Real]mRealm of Energy,
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    to a [???]dkind of infinite light, which [cont]ainscontains all Realms. Thus, [???]does a Soul
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    from the [???]body reveal the
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    of Earth [amo]ngamong other things.
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    the Shaper [did?]did indeed create the World [of?]and physical Forms of matter [while]while Heaven created [the]the
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    Realms of Energy, imbued the Created World with them, and granted them to the World for use through ritualism. It seems reasonable to suppose that all that Is, in our world, above, below, and between Realms, is the result of their joined work. It is a failure or souring of this joined work which has brought about the current troubles.
    ...
    But I am of the Sphere of Thought, and we are well trained to discard what is [illegible] and contend with only [illegible] questions. [Illegible]ould be sha[illegible] all [illegible] the lie to her assertion. For I might
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    ...
    in love forc(ed) [illegible]dforc(ibly pumped) out from
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    of (no ?) [illegible]atio[illegible] subjugationviol)atio(n, no su)bjugation more complete
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    On his Motivations
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    their leaders, or lost to the Grey Bite.
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    Smith both [illegible]rem-
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    ains of their forces. On the other Hand, the Scarred Mistress, Harthani, quit the field upon the death of her master, taking her scrags and drowned dead with her. Yeudlif, the Corrupter of Sharat Gan, was badly wounded and near death by all reports, and Kasirga, the Skyblackener had all but disappeared following the death of Fathi Al-Haytham; most of the trolls too had fled. Aside stood Jytharic, the betrayer of Ton Isiq, and Ylipo Varas, the Undying Hate, waiting to see the end of the negotiations. No lasting deal was struck
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Wednesday, May 11

  1. page Forge Magic - The Stride of Black Stars edited Title: The Stride of Black Stars Type: Armor Author: Kjellunde Degree: Master Place of Or…
    Title:
    The Stride of Black Stars
    Type:
    Armor
    Author:
    Kjellunde
    Degree:
    Master
    Place of Origin:
    Level:
    4
    Date of Origin:
    Effect granted:
    Place Found:
    Ton Isiq & Amraoth
    Materials Required:
    3-month: 1 Crusader's Spur, 1 Eye of Temaugren;
    6-month: 2 Crusader's Spur, 2 Eye of Temaugren
    Date Found:
    5/7/1216
    Activation Verbal:
    n/a
    This transcription of the formula's contents is insufficient to Inscribe a functional copy.
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    x-Notes: Notes:
    This appears to be the third segment of "The Song of the Black-Star Road." The first and second parts are found in The Stand of Black Stars and The Sweep of Black Stars respectively.
    x-Transcription:Transcription:
    Though terrors o'ertake us
    We'll not be afraid.
    No Power can unmake us
    Save that which has made:
    Nor yet beyond reason
    Or hope we shall fall--
    All things have their season,
    And Mercy crowns all!
    Then doubt not, ye fearful--
    The Eternal is King--
    Up, heart, and be cheerful,
    And lustily sing:--
    What chariots, what horses
    Against us shall bide
    While the Stars in their courses
    Do fight on our side?
    --from "The Song of the Black-Star Road" by Kjellunde

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