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tushanshu_logs2014-01-02 05:18 pm
bindsthedead) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-01-02 05:18 pm
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Characters: Sabriel, and potential students
Date: January 2nd
Location: Sabriel's suite
Situation: Sabriel's recruiting more Charter Mages.
Warnings/Rating: None?
The fire was blazing in the hearth as Sabriel leaned back in her armchair and sipped her tea. Notebook, pen, and inkwell sat on the table beside her, along with a small bowl filled with wood ash and a little crystal bottle. The room itself was decorated in darker blues and somewhat more ornate furnishings than was typical of suites in the Water Sector.
Resting on the low table that lay between her and the other armchair was a basket of crystalized fruit- and an ice sculpture that showed no signs of melting, despite the heat. It showed a wall, battered but still standing, and Sabriel frowned as she looked at it. The sculpture was from Bresilyk, and showed the history of its defence, the White Wall. Was the damage a sign of Malicant's influence in the past? The fire in Phorezton was another sign of its stirring, as well as the dark mindset that had reportedly overtaken its inhabitants. Keeliai- and Asti himself, along with the young turtles- would only be safe for so long.
Sabriel's thoughts drifted to the journal she, Una, and Amon had discovered in the palace library. It was hidden away upstairs, under every magical protection and concealment she could devise. What it held- the promise of a way to seal Malicant, and possibly shred his essence enough to destroy him- was precious, even if there was no guarantee it would work. It was a powerful binding, and though what was in the journal was incomplete and not in a language she could translate, Sabriel could sense something of lives lost in the pages. The spell was powerful, and would probably need multiple people to cast.
And even if the journal didn't work out... Sabriel put far more faith in magic than any physical force or technology when it came to dealing with unnatural things like the spirit they faced. Whatever the solution was, (And there was a solution, Sabriel hoped) it was likely to involve magic. Better to have as many trained mages around as possible, just in case-
The sound of a knock on the front door shook Sabriel out of her thoughts, and she stood up, heading towards the door. Time to talk to one of her potential students.
Date: January 2nd
Location: Sabriel's suite
Situation: Sabriel's recruiting more Charter Mages.
Warnings/Rating: None?
The fire was blazing in the hearth as Sabriel leaned back in her armchair and sipped her tea. Notebook, pen, and inkwell sat on the table beside her, along with a small bowl filled with wood ash and a little crystal bottle. The room itself was decorated in darker blues and somewhat more ornate furnishings than was typical of suites in the Water Sector.
Resting on the low table that lay between her and the other armchair was a basket of crystalized fruit- and an ice sculpture that showed no signs of melting, despite the heat. It showed a wall, battered but still standing, and Sabriel frowned as she looked at it. The sculpture was from Bresilyk, and showed the history of its defence, the White Wall. Was the damage a sign of Malicant's influence in the past? The fire in Phorezton was another sign of its stirring, as well as the dark mindset that had reportedly overtaken its inhabitants. Keeliai- and Asti himself, along with the young turtles- would only be safe for so long.
Sabriel's thoughts drifted to the journal she, Una, and Amon had discovered in the palace library. It was hidden away upstairs, under every magical protection and concealment she could devise. What it held- the promise of a way to seal Malicant, and possibly shred his essence enough to destroy him- was precious, even if there was no guarantee it would work. It was a powerful binding, and though what was in the journal was incomplete and not in a language she could translate, Sabriel could sense something of lives lost in the pages. The spell was powerful, and would probably need multiple people to cast.
And even if the journal didn't work out... Sabriel put far more faith in magic than any physical force or technology when it came to dealing with unnatural things like the spirit they faced. Whatever the solution was, (And there was a solution, Sabriel hoped) it was likely to involve magic. Better to have as many trained mages around as possible, just in case-
The sound of a knock on the front door shook Sabriel out of her thoughts, and she stood up, heading towards the door. Time to talk to one of her potential students.