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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:18:46 GMT -8
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Joined: Wed Jul 16, 2008 3:25 am Posts: 215 Location: City of Istas, Malas *Awakening to the cooling air of the night Angie lifted her head off her fathers shoulder and kissed his cheek before climbing out of his crypt and sliding the stone lid back into place. Turning to the small desk and chair in the back of the mausoleum Angie pulls a silken embroidered robe around her shoulders and retrieves a black silk covered journal with silver band and lock from the drawer. Sitting motionless except for the movement of her hand she begins to write...*
The candles are all lit again, each evening when I awake the room is bathed in their soft glow. I don't know whom father has arranged for their care but its been welcome each day this past year. The crystal decanter always awaiting my waking sitting quietly on the desk, a goblet beside it on the little silver tray. The soft white silk napkin folded into a crane filling out the mirrored surface. The crimson roses from yesterday, marking the last day of the first year without you, was an especially touching gesture father... though I wish you were awake so I could tell you. I've fed them as you taught me in the hopes they will be full and fragrant when you awake.
I wish I knew when that was, you grew so distant before you stopped waking, not visiting me in my room at dusk as was our habit. Our conversation was strained unless speaking of components or somatics. I know you were looking for mother, but I can't find anything in your writing of it, did you succeed, or is she lost to us? I've spent a year sorting and cataloging your field research and writings; last night I finally sat down and read your journal. You blame yourself for Katrenée and Mothers deaths, they did not survive your gift. I long for you to wake up and share it with me...
I've asked discretely as to some of the names in your field notes from Satamarin where you claim your gift comes from. Only one is recognized that of Azrael, now Lord Azrael of Istas or so I am told. I have written to him asking for the favour of a visit to speak to him about... us... I can't go on alone father, and my research is stunted living in your mausoleum. I've packed up everything we own, and sold the manor here on Moonglow to finance my move to somewhere... anywhere there may be others I can learn from, share this existence with... I've given you a year in waiting for you to awaken, now all I can do is hope that one day when you do, you come find me.
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo, July 20th, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:19:01 GMT -8
*Angie squealed as she entered the mausoleum, calling out to her fathers crypt, "He wrote back daddy, we are not the only ones!" Angie slid the stone lid aside with great effort and climbed into her fathers crypt nestling her head on his sleeping form as she read the letter out loud. "Lord Azrael has generously offered to guide my search, I dare not trouble him much but a place to start, the first ray of light in a year." Angie kissed her fathers cheek before leaving his crypt and moving to her desk. Pulling out fresh parchment she set it aside and slid her journal into place before her to write.*
I found out today Istas is in the Northern Crags, a mountain range on Malas. I've rarely visited Malas staying closer to the tombs and cemeteries of Felucca and Trammel, and the cities noted for pagan and occult practices. Few have heard of the city, but those who did indicated an affinity for the arts, that they indeed have a large library and that it was cold... I am going to need to buy boots... I am going to write Lord Azrael back and find out more before I visit him in person, it will give me time to finalize business here in Moonglow and set your estate in order Father. When the time comes all that remains Diavolo on Moonglow will be your mausoleum, no one will be able to trace us from here if all goes right.
Speaking of tracing father, Lord Azrael mentioned something in his letter linking anonymity to something he called the Masquerade. I know what the word means, you took me to my first masquerade ball when I was sixteen. I wish you were awake to tell me what significance it has to him. With none remaining from Satamarin and no one knowing of your long sleep, or even of our existence since you left the field and cloistered us in the manor here on Moonglow. Anonymity what we've lived the past four years. My work for the Mage's Guild goes unpublished though readily taught and passed on to others; your contacts still pay well and Alessa initiated me into the guild herself. In my next letter to Lord Azrael I will ask for further reference to what he means by the Masquerade.
Alessa is nervous of my leaving, I don't think she feels I am ready to begin my own fieldwork, to branch out from being your apprentice and learn all I can for myself. "The world is what you make it, and not worth living in if its not a reflection of yourself." Your words, words you brought me up with, the reason for the endless searching and rituals and relearning after you gave your gift to me. Ghosts whisper in the darkness and I am tired of just listening, I want them to tell me what they know. There has to be more than what you left me with when you stopped waking each night, and I will be damned if I am not going to take it for myself...
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo, July 22nd, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:19:16 GMT -8
*descending the stairs to her family mausoleum she smiles softly thinking of Lucif. Angie passed by her fathers crypt, stat down at her desk drawing her journal and working the locks, she began to write.*
He is beautiful Lord Azrael's messenger. Lucif is black as the abyss and a chill to look upon and I smile to think how I now understand why Alessa's skin prickles when ever I am close. I didn't understand before the feeling she claims I have about me, "I know when you are behind me Ang... it feels like someone's walked over my grave..." Do I feel as cold as Lucif, is my presence as unnerving? If a man had Lucif's eyes though I think I would fall in love. What else is there about us that would betray our identity, eating and drinking obviously, I miss chocolate... are their ways to hide even these when around mortals? Five years ago if asked what I would be doing when I was twenty-four, learning to be mortal would not be on the list...
I answered Lord Azrael's letter today, I am very intrigued by the idea of a set of Laws and Traditions, father never mentioned anything of the sort to me, survival was his main concern, staying hidden from prying eyes. The first tradition, The Masquerade... he said I was already practiced in it. Reminds me of a line from another holy text, about how men unknowing of the law can live by law. Though for the most part common sense is not a tradition most men favour. I think it shows a vastly greater intelligence to be able to create an environment within society where something as feared or loathed as Vampires can exist and live with some kind of normalcy, even flourish. I remember after father tried to make us all like him, walking the cemeteries, watching the undead attack on instinct without thought or judgment. Seeing them fall in droves to men better armed, armored and trained to mow them down... yet they kept on coming, no thought to the consequences... For a long time I worried I would devolve to such a state. How I survived when Katrenée and mother didn't I may never know.
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo, August 6th, 2008
*closing the diary, locking the puzzle lock and casting the locking ward, Angie knew the sun would rise soon, the drowsiness had started to come over her. Undressing she put her clothing neatly in the basket in the corner, pulling a silken robe loosely around her. Angie slid the lid back on her father's crypt and nestled in beside him for the day, resting her head on his shoulder hoping, he felt her near in his endless sleep.*
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:19:51 GMT -8
*before sitting down to write Angelique moves to her father crypt lifting his hand and removing a large gold ring bearing an engraved letter 'D'* I've spent the better part of tonight setting out anything thats important to me, since selling fathers manor I've lived with little in our family mausoleum. I've begun to wonder how much of whats left, I truly need... The only things of real significance any longer are fathers books, my desk, my writings, letters and journal. The silver tray and the items on it. My ivory handled mirror, brush and comb. My clothing, Mother and Katreneé's jewel boxes and Fathers signet ring... *melts a drop of wax letting it fall on the page and presses the ring into it* I am all thats left with father being asleep so long... Do I have the right to use his ring, claim it for my own? What can I make of the name Diavolo? Is there a legacy to carry forward? Angelique Lizbet Diavolo, August 10th, 2008 I am Angelique Lizbet Diavolo, with the only voice remaining in my family, it is all mine to use for my own desire...
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:21:07 GMT -8
*sitting at her desk her silk robe draped loosely from her shoulders*
Perrin is back, his exploration though he won't tell me what it was for, was a success. I wonder if he knows I delve into his mind and retrieve the little bits of information I want... maybe its a game... He's taken a room in the Inn on the east side of Moonglow. We visited there, and he visited me in my office, and here in the mausoleum tonight. Having a warm body around again reminding me that I am a woman... still... I don't think he should be allowed to leave for weeks at a time anymore. His scent lingers in the air tempting me to continue breathing, I can still taste him on my lips.
I don't dare bite him...
Perrin brought me a present, a little silver serpents head that slips onto my thumb. If I push my thumb right to the end it forces two silver fangs out its mouth. He had two aquamarines mounted in it for eyes, said it reminded him of me. I've told him about Mother and Kat, how I couldn't risk biting someone I cared about... it got me remembering... *there is an ink spot where the pen was held to the page a long time*
I held on to Perrin a long time frozen in place as the memory of the night Father made me like him erupted fresh in mind like it had just happened again. Everything about that night seems so extreme, small details come back with blazing ferocity. I still smell the velvet tuber roses blossoming in the pots on the balcony, their peppery fragrance making my nose itch. I remember the long time I spent bathing the water soft on my skin, cooling after the day spent in the sun. Father bought me a new dress, soft white linen, light and airy it hugged my shoulders leaving my neck and shoulders bare, I tied my hair up high to leave them unhidden. Also dressed in white Father took my hand when I met him at the bottom of the stair, dancing with me to the music box. Father had my favourite brought in for dinner I sat eating coconut shrimp accompanied by white wine, while he drank from the crystal goblet and decanter that always sat on the dinning room table. Memories of white fill that night, white marble walls, white table cloth, dishes and napkins, white clothes, white tuber roses... even now I wince, shuddering, remembering the flash of blinding white pain that erupted from my shoulder...
Father held me tightly to him, his fingers laced in mine against my stomach as we stood watching the sunset in its myriads of brilliant summer colours contrasted by the white canvas he painted on that night; I'd painted the sunset for him on a large section of the hearth room wall the year I entered the Lyceum. We moved out to the balcony once darkness fell the only light being that of the moons hanging over the water, Father whispered at my ear, "its time Lizzy," and drew me back into my bed chamber sitting me gently on the velvet covered bench bathed in the light of the moons. I felt his gentle kiss on the nape of my neck as he knelt behind me, heard him speak in whispers, "you are my strong girl, you will stay with me forever." Father bound my feet and hands, the first twinges of fear began to stir inside me, remembering how he described Katreneé and Mother... I loved my father, would do anything he asked... As he held me wrapping one arm around my waist the other around my shoulders, I could feel his body grow firm, feel his arms like iron hold me tight. My memory ends feeling his nose cold against my neck... his lips brushing softly along my shoulder... then pain screaming furiously in my mind, like white hot fire it coursed through me from my shoulder, rushing outward triggering every nerve in my body, violently my body spasmed as my vision blurred to white.
My mind slowly climbed out from unconsiousness, it took several attempts to endure the pain left in me. I felt beaten, bruised as if pummeled over every inch of my body, stiffness in my neck and shoulder held me still not wanting to move. Reflexively I breathed in, smelling Father's scent, focusing I felt him around me, holding me tightly still in his arms. After a time I opened my eyes, I lay in father's arms on my bed, with the quilt mother made me pulled up over us. I stirred and immediatly felt him shudder, heard his sobs, felt him grip me to him fiercely. "You are my strong girl Lizzy, always my shadow. I love you my baby." Over the next week the pain receeded to my shoulder until only the memory of it remained. Father and I took the velvet tuber roses to the mausoleum, leaving them with Mother and Katreneé.
I know my bite is the same as Fathers, we tested the effect on a deer he brought to the house. After that night Father began in earnest to find Mom and Kat, to learn what happened to their souls. My own research turned to what we were, learning why Father's affliction was so different than my own, why we differed from the Kindred who sired him. After several months I found a record of a Giovanni telling of the pain of his bite. Father and I matched the description, we were Giovanni Vampires. Along with becoming accustomed to this new state of being, so much has had to be relearned, the old rituals don't seem to work for me anymore. Until Father stopped waking we spent all our nights sharing what we learned, him teaching me all he had gleaned in the years since his own turning. Just the two of us...
No Perrin would never be bitten, and his new gift would replace the knife I'd been using to draw his blood. My bite would be saved for those I truly wished to hurt, though I truly hope I never cross paths with someone I would bite.
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo August 27th, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:21:23 GMT -8
*closing her eyes Angel thought back to the previous night*
Laying nestled against Perrin I feel his warmth, listen to his heart beat, still taste him on my lips. I reached into his mind holding it like I held his body, talking endlessly through the night as each new facet of conversation emerged. We talked about the future, and what we both wanted from it. I wanted to know what goals he wanted to fulfill, Perrin is my partner not an employee. I understand that though we seem to be very similar there are differences he needs to explore, even if on his own. Perrin is genuinely excited about exploring the mountains of Malas, so asking him to scout Istas for me, seemed a natural request. I will miss him being near but know he will return soon.
The future, for a long time it was laid out plainly, study, explore, learn, document and then teach; build upon what my father and great great great grandfather started. Correlate it with others in the field to find some truths about the occult and the rituals and practices employed. Things get blurry when the footsteps you are following suddenly end, and the path leads to a forest of trees hard to see into when its dark. I dreamed of a silver beacon in the distance a point to follow through the trees. I am hoping that beacon is in Istas, and I can continue my work, with fresh insight, and possibly a new purpose. I await Lord Azrael's next letter with anticipation, I feel myself drawn to Istas, and to the way of life he's outlined the Kindred of Istas following. Hiding in plain sight rather than behind locked doors or mausoleum gates.
I can sense their worry at the Guild Hall, and the Lyceum. Whispers that stop when I enter a room, glances and changes of tone and demeanor when I interact with the mages and students. I have no intention of leaving, my post, or my research; some of my students show too much promise to abandon my support of them. I just don't want to be defined by my job any longer. I know things will settle down around me once I am settled again. Soon I hope I will be in a better place, with a better focus and outlook.
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo October 4th, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:21:40 GMT -8
*sitting in her office at the Lyceum in Moonglow, playing with the spilled wax from the candle on her desk between witting down her thoughts*
I whistled for Lucif tonight, I didn't have a letter for him, I just wanted to know if he was nearby. Lucif swooped down out of the night sky and landed on the railing on the balcony near me. His beautiful blue eyes so intense, and intelligent, looking first to me then to my hands, he was waiting for a letter I didn't have. "No letter this time Lucif, just wanted to see your eyes," I told him. Perrin hasn't returned yet, and the Lyceum is empty but for a few students down in the courtyard. "Do you mind sharing a few moments with me?" I asked the ebony crow; with a tap of his talon on the railing he seemed to make himself comfortable. Perrin had told me when I asked that crows were carrion birds, that in many cases they ate raw meat; I'd gathered some scraps from the butcher in town, and brought them with me tonight, hoping Lucif would be around. I placed the opened butcher paper on the railing hoping it would be appreciated by Lucif. His is the only face I know from Istas, one I hope to see for a long time to come.
Lucif hopped over to the small parcel of meat poking at it lightly with his beak, then looked up to me, tilting his head, as if making sure it was for him before gratefully tearing strips off and eating them. I watched him eat quietly a warm feeling inside, knowing he liked the gift. Once finished he hopped over next to me and we both faced out looking towards the city. "I will have a letter soon, Lucif, I am taking time to digest all that your master has shared in the ones you have brought" I told him. "I am looking forward to meeting him soon, though in truth, I hope to be able to share correspondence with him also, in the years to come. I enjoy reading his letters very much. You more than likely understand a lot about people by what you hear in how they speak; I glean a lot about people in how they write, the way they form words on parchment, and the syntax and vocabulary they use. Letters can form a kind of fingerprint." I smiled down to the crow trailing off, wondering if I was wasting breath. Instinctively I asked if I was making any sense, and Lucif tapped his talon on the railing twice looking up to me. Those piercing blue eyes looked like they understood every word I'd said.
Il mio serpente dolce, Perrin called from inside my office. I leaned down and kissed Lucif on the top of his head and thanked him for keeping me company, the crow bowed his head and took to the sky as I turned to enter my office and Perrin's warm embrace. I wondered a moment if Perrin would be jealous that I was seeing Lucif when he wasn't around. It amuses me that I don't really see a difference between man and crow, that company shared is welcome in any form. I wish more of those I am acquainted with preferred writing to speaking, less meetings and more quiet time corresponding with people is a joy to think about. Perrin fell asleep soon after we celebrated his return, I think its time I wake him so we can get out of the path of the sun before it crests the horizon. I will sleep well in his warmth today...
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo October 20th, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:21:54 GMT -8
*written with a shaky hand*
I've been trapped in the crypts since yesterday, Perrin has tried to get in but was knocked out repeatedly. It tears at my very being feeling his pain and then unconsciousness. He is in the city, looking for assistance to fight them off so I can escape. The hordes haven't got past the gates, I've lock them tight and put a protective ward at the threshold. Where did they come from, I've not seen undead like this outside of Khaldun...
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo October 31st, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:22:11 GMT -8
Perrin managed to find help today, he arrived a few hours before dawn with several archers leading a greater dragon, and a had full of strong hands to help carry my belongings. While they pushed back the horde as we rushed to get everything out of the mausoleum. I've sealed fathers crypt, left instruction as to where I can be found. Once everything was out I locked the gate again and replaced the ward though done in haste I hope it holds.
I've sent word to Lord Azrael as to my situation. I had hoped we would meet under better circumstances than my being a evacuee, seeking refuge. The Archmage has allowed me to move into my office but I know this can not last. I've taken to sleeping in an armoire during the day, but Perrin said a few have entered my office looking for me, I can't risk being found. I've spent my nights seeking answers to what spawned the invasion of the lands cemeteries, and have no answers yet. *the ink trails off a bit*
*written in a lighter hand*
Lucif returned, Lord Azrael responded quickly, he bids me to meet him tomorrow in Istas. He's mentioned living arrangements and movers to help me... *a crimson drop meets the page*
His reputation is firmly set among many, but for the devil they claim he is, he's given me so much hope. Perrin will tie up all our business in Moonglow during the daylight hours tomorrow and then we are to Istas... and hopefully a new home.
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo November 1st, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:22:29 GMT -8
I sit here in warmth tonight, I can hear the fire crackling safely in the sitting room. I have grandfathers tall back chair and my desk set up in the small office on the third floor. Perrin brought in my parents bed, and my sisters dressers. The designer of this house has painstakingly created an environment both comfortable, and quietly elegant. Nothing opulent but or outlandish, like the old manor. I keep smiling thinking about the kitchen, I almost cried when Lord Azrael showed it to me. I've not cooked in over a year. Tonight I made Perrin's favourite, a venison stew with root vegetables. I baked bread with his assistance near the oven. I still can't get past this fear of fire, but I can still cook with his help. I got lost in the smell of sausage and onions like Nonna used to have hanging in her kitchen. So many memories flooded back today, in my own home, starting my new life...
Istas is a dream, the arts and cultural centers are beyond even those in Britain for their collections of music, literature and artifacts. I've been told that there are facilities in the city for ritual, that along with the private chamber beneath my new haven I look forward to using frequently. If there are others looking to practice the magicks of blood in Istas perhaps we can form a coven. Would be nice to have people to share the way with again. The old rituals no longer work for me since my embrace but I've adapted and found new ways of doing a few of them. I've a lot to learn still.
I learned last night that Lord Azrael is also Giovanni, my heart leaped in my chest... I am not alone as kindred and also as Giovanni. I don't want to be a burden but a thousand questions swarmed my mind upon his acknowledgment. The silver beacon I've been dreaming of, the one leading me through the forest, I find pleasure in thinking it was his silvery eyes leading me to Istas. Listening to him speak, his patience, his posture, he reminds me of Nonno. Everything was as Nonno willed and Nonno was generous with those who kept it so. I still have the purple spellbook he gave me when I came of age, "To My Beloved Patience". How I hated that name he gave me, but I love my memory of him, and how he always made me feel whole and home. Family is all things, it was for the Diavolo and seems the same for this clan under Lord Azrael's direction.
It feels good to be home...
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo November 4th, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:22:47 GMT -8
Housekeeping it doesn't change when you are embraced, only when its done. I remember Nonna, and how she would round up all us kids and set us to task in her manor, big houses need big families... With just Perrin and I here, the house though having so many uses seems quiet at times, and empty. I have no skill for upkeep either, and Perrin for all his manliness doesn't know how to use a hammer. I smile thinking of how truly useless we are sometimes when it comes to practical things. I have a solution though, one Perrin liked too. We met a young woman mining in the canyons, turns out she has skills in carpentry and tailoring, but best of all she like me adores cooking, we talked for hours in my kitchen, her and Perrin sharing a bottle of wine. She has buttery blond hair, and the sweetest smile.
Thyme offered to help out around the chateau in exchange for recipes, I think its an arrangement of benefit to us both. She lives in the mountains also, in the range towards Luna. Well aware of what a house needs to stay fit in this landscape. Thyme is Elven but she reminds me of Zia Odessa, my fathers sister, a hundred projects all on the go, and then she has time to feed everyone. I look forward to sharing time with her in the kitchen; I've never cooked Elven dishes before.
Would be nice to have a girlfriend again, to chat with about nonsense, I may be hoping for more than I can have, but in time, perhaps we will grow close. I'll see...
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo November 29th, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:23:03 GMT -8
The Seti visited tonight, having spent all those months writing to him, I feel comfortable with my ignorance around him; it's okay to not know all about what I've become, and that there is time still to learn... time still... eternity... I told him how he reminds me of Nonno, Nonno had the patience of a Saint with me, "Nonno tell me please," every day after school, going to sit in his lap and string the peas as he taught me a new lesson. Nonno told stories, parables that taught lessons you never forgot. Stories about family, what we were, who we were, but mostly why we were family and what made us stronger than any other around. Every single one of us was important to the whole, we had a place and a purpose, our inheritance was not material, we were the living legacy, and it was our duty to pass it on over and over again. Its an old world ideology, that I marvel at when reading the old family journals. I can't believe my good fortune, in finding this clan, and this home to be part of; this legacy to share.
We talked about Perrin, and the Seti shared with me amazing details of the bond I share with him, I can't wait for Perrin to return home tomorrow so we can talk and begin working on developing the other gifts that come with sharing my blood. I am sure it wasn't meant to be funny, but when I asked why the old magick didn't work for me any longer and with such a straight face the Seti answered, "because you are dead," I really struggled to keep from laughing. The answer so simple, and yet I've fought for two years to make the old rituals work not thinking... not seeing the obvious. The old magick is based on living currents, life for me is now only contained my the blood of others, I am excited at the prospect of new learning, and new magick based on the use of my blood. New rituals to replace the old, a new first day of school.
I have a long way to go and a lot of learning to do on the way, but time according to the Seti is on my side, and for once I understand what that really means.
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo November 29th, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:23:22 GMT -8
I had the most amazing experience tonight, after showing the Seti the jewelery case Jaques sent me, he asked if I enjoyed wine and we retired to the kitchen to share the scent of a glass together. Lord Azrael can't drink it any better than I can, though I do still love the scent, I only wish I had managed to retain the ability to taste, even if it didn't provide food value any longer. My gag reflex to swallowing anything but vitae is disturbing, when I remember how much I used to eat. He asked if I wanted to share the effects with Perrin, and explained that after Perrin drank a glass of wine, that should I partake of his vitae, then I too could feel the reaction of the alcohol in his blood. ... I am blushing again, “Really, I can share it?” I asked the Seti, an elder vampire... and just as now, my mind recoiled with the naivety of the statement, my body remembers how I would react somehow... I can feel it force the blood to my cheeks, even in death I can't escape that damn response.
We talked about family and customs and traditions for a bit, and I feel privileged to have had a chance to learn more about him personally; but I don't have words to express my amazement at what he taught me tonight. How effortlessly the Seti walked me through something that seems so beyond reach otherwise. Lord Azrael mentioned my desire to learn more about Auspex, I watched him use the discipline earlier on the note I'd found in the jewelery case and was impressed with its power and use. He asked me to prepare my mind as for ritual, and as I focused clearing out extraneous though and relaxing, Lord Azrael extinguished the candlelight creating a darkness in the room no brighter than a street lamp through shutter slats.
I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the darkened kitchen, meeting the Seti's gaze his eyes like a cats reflecting brightly the dimmed candlelight from the sink. He began speaking softly, first asking me how familiar I was with harmonics. I explained how I used them to change the state of energy in my environment. Watching his eyes, I could barely see his lips move as he spoke, he dipped his middle finger into his wine after pouring some back into the bottle, resting the finger on the rim of the glass very softly he began drawing it around the edge a low tone began to resonate in the room. The Seti spoke softly saying, “it is said, that above all the senses sound is the most widely used... though least noticed. The first power of Auspex is the heightening of the senses. Focus on the tone... for a moment.” I closed my eyes listening as he continued to draw his wine dipped finger around the rim of the glass. He stopped briefly and I heard him pour out more of the wine. Then he began again the tone now higher in pitch and his voice continued softly. “Humanoid range of hearing is very limited, comparably to other creatures... eventually a pitch becomes high, or low enough... that the ears no longer are equipped to perceive it.” Lord Azrael then asked me gently, “what happens to the sound when it can not be heard?” As I responded that some believe the sound no longer exists, that I however have felt its vibration continue and seen its effects though I could no longer hear; the Seti poured out more of the wine. “Indeed the sound is still there,” he replied now continuing with an even higher pitched tone on the glass... not painful... barely audible.
Lord Azrael continued softly, his tone monotonous never breaking over the tone from the glass, he told me to focus as he created the tone, repeatedly increasing the pitch of the tone as I strained to hear anything at all. As I focused, very softly and from further away than the solid walls should have allowed, I heard a ringing its pitch higher than anything that I've ever heard before. I had no words to describe the sound as it came rolling closer and closer to me. I was awed as the pitch continued to climb dramatically, now seeming to emanate from inside my head. It echoed off the walls, the windowpanes seemed to bend it, in the darkened room I could nearly see the air wafting, like heat waves, rippling out and away from the glass. In a soft whisper the Seti spoke, though thinking back it was as if his voice was inside my mind, “the sound is always there... we need only listen... correctly.”
The light from the windows was now sharp like candlelight and other sounds began to rush in on me, I gripped the table as I could hear the sound of a bellows... the massive whoosh of exhale, followed by a thin hiss of inhale. Outside the snowflakes hit the windowsill as sharply as sleet and it hit me suddenly why he blew out the candle and created the dull sense of sight before we started. I looked down to my hands as I could feel the millions of tiny pores in the surface of the stone table I gripped tightly. In awe I looked back to Lord Azrael, his eyes shone like beacons in the darkness, I forced my focus on them as the scent of the wine for a moment fluctuated to a nauseating level. As I held his eyes with mine slowly the sound of the snow, and my own breathing faded back to manageable levels. The ringing now crystalline, I watched as the Seti nodded gently, his whisper directing me to focus on letting the sound now fade. His eyes continued to shine, though his frame still and statue like even to my heightened sight, except for his arm as he continued to move his finger tip around the rim of the glass. As I watched slowly the intensity of sound and sight faded, his eyes dimmed to catlike pools once more, his voice as he spoke now his own again, not emanating inside my head any longer, “well done,” he said softly. My whole being transfixed on him, reeling to catch up with all that had just happened, very softly I told him how amazing the experience was, to which he replied, “welcome to eternity Angelique.”
Welcome to eternity... endless nights of wonder shared with family over a glass of wine.
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo December 5th, 2008
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:23:42 GMT -8
I need to hire someone to be my memory... maybe trap a soul to follow me around and remind me when I am forgetting things. Perrin and I arrived home last night after six weeks without my journal, my writing case, or any means of sending word out of the bush. Roughing it is no longer fun. He's sitting across the room with THAT SMIRK, the one that says I told you so, when he knew damn well I wasn't going to miss uncovering the tombs we've searched so long for. The ritual chamber alone was exquisite, proving my great grandfathers theories right after so long. Perrin and I found several artists willing to etch the hieroglyphs, I brought back several tomes to research, while we wait for permission to attempt to uncover anymore...
There are wraiths in the ruins, for the first time out in the field I plainly saw the remnants of who lived in the sites we uncovered. They streamed in and out of the ritual chamber and up to the top of the cliffs, seemingly tied to the area. I want to uncover the purpose of the rituals chronicled in the tomes I found, find out what keeps those souls there. I wonder if I can summon them here and speak to them... I've so much to learn.
I need a bath, the house is in order, Thyme has visited a few times from the looks of things. Hot water and a warm bed so I can begin my research fresh!
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo February 9th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:26:19 GMT -8
*there is a small stain of ink where the quill was held a long while* Jaques slept most of today, he's seemed tired more lately, I worry the cold of Istas is too much for him. I invited Jaques to stay with me for the holidays and its been easy to find excuses to have him stay longer. He doesn't eat like he used to. I remember family gatherings and all the platters and plates heaped full. Now a few small meals a day seem to be all he wants... We spent last night looking through paintings he's collected or done himself. When I asked if I could have a few I found important to me, he said they were all mine, the discussion turned to how since he has no family left he's left his estate to me. I didn't know what to say at first, I hadn't considered it something important to Jaques. "I am not a young man anymore Bella, I can't ignore the truth... and I worked too damn hard to let Lord British's government claim what's mine when I pass on!" It was like old times sitting at his feet as he told me the story behind each painting; wine on the table, a fire in the hearth, cherry cured tobacco in his pipe. I could hear Nonna in my head yelling that one pipe was enough for any man; she hated pipe smoke. I've made a light soup and a fresh loaf of bread should Jaques awake. I hate thinking he may be sick, and at the same time Perrin crosses my mind, I could keep Jaques... keep him forever... Angelique Lizbet Diavolo March 8th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:26:36 GMT -8
I arrived home to a warm house, the smell of stew simmering in the kitchen, the hearth burning in my sitting room. I closed my eyes and I could feel Nonna's presence though I knew she was not there. Perrin took the items we retrieved from the ruins down to my private research room, and Thyme took me upstairs; she'd set out a bath and my robe... her intuition is amazing, she always seems to be ready with anything I might want or need to make me comfortable. Am I greedy for wanting to keep here here, have her stay permanently. I find myself wanting to dote on her, her passion for textiles, has me now checking local markets where ever I visit for something new she may not have already.
At times I wonder if I've become a trophy collector, only now the trophies are people, the best at what they do and I need... does this mean I will stop making friends?
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo April 1st, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:26:51 GMT -8
*sitting at her desk in her office at the Lyceum, still dressed in her ritual robes, rolling a piece of melted wax in her fingers. The script is light with spots marking many pauses*
Sleeps been a string of hours in dark unconsciousness, I don't remember dreaming...
Clainin, who didn't know him or at least his name among us, a prominent figure in magick circles for as long as I remember... snuffed out, what could he have possibly known...
My thoughts way heavy on the work we do, what we uncover... there is little talk of projects or findings... there is a fear among those I work with, I can hear it in what they don't say, smell it as I pass...
Since Clainin's death I've spent more time playing counselor to my students than professor. Magick is not a safe profession, we play advisers to all walks of life, many of which are willing to kill the messenger as it were. Our silence is a protection, the one blanket of security we truly have, its much harder to prosecute and punish us for what others don't know we know. Knowing and success is our glory and reward, not the publication of it. All too often heresy is labeled upon those of us on the fringe for allowing too many to know our secrets... we can bring the persecution on ourselves...
"Professor, why continue, why maintain your pursuit of magick knowledge and understanding if it could mean your life?"
Why do I...
Nonno told me many times, "Patience, this world is yours to make over in your own image. It is the same for every man and woman alive. Choose to mold it, don't let it mold you."
What better place to start molding the world than with the minds of young men and women, even if one in a hundred students ever fully grasps just what magick can truly do for them... one more mind to pass on my traditions, carry forth my ideas and see them to fruition... one more step closer to my image...
Clainin's memorial is tonight, I will attend and say good-bye to a master now lost to us. Perhaps... I may find him again... death isn't the final ending...
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo April 11th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:27:04 GMT -8
Jaques has a cold... coughing, running a fever. I've made him comfortable, I want to make him well...
It settled on me heavily tonight that he is my last link to the old ways, to a lifestyle few remember and almost no one practices. Do I betray my youth in keeping ties to a way of life left behind by most everyone else...
Everything fades, in this immortal shell all I can do it seems is watch.
*ink marks left as if the quill were dropped and rolled off the page*
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:27:18 GMT -8
Jaques is dying, and there is nothing I can do to stop it that he would approve of. We talked at length about his life, and how much he has lost over time. He misses Anna and my Nonna, sitting on an old porch drinking wine and boasting as he put it. I've used stronger herbs to calm his cough and make him comfortable, he stays mostly to his bed and the kitchen near the oven to keep warm. He gave me a letter today said I wasn't to open it till after he passed.
I asked if there were any people he wanted to see, and he laughed and said he hoped they were waiting for him to arrive... For a brief moment I wanted to go with him...
I wasn't sure so asked if he wanted to see a priest and he made me laugh telling me any priest could kiss his wrinkled arse, he didn't need absolution from the likes of them... I was curious when he said he had all the absolution he would ever need, but a coughing fit prevented him from explaining.
End of semester, and taking care of Jaques has kept me too busy to visit the Seti, but I need to. This feeling I have inside, this anger that he already knows, and has known, that I should have been told so I could have found a cure in time... I hate feeling he didn't trust me, worse that I placed a false trust in him...
I live in a world of need to know, and there will always be secrets you have to earn the right to have them shared. I have the right to know about my family, about people I keep in my haven...
I need to see Lord Azrael and set all this straight, it serves no purpose to harbor these feelings...
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo May 5th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:27:32 GMT -8
Its been a rough night, its been three days since the full moon but the anxiety holds on this month... everything seems to set off my temper.
I started tonight arguing with Perrin about of all things his pile of uncleaned and unpacked belongings in the corner of our room... Why he can't send them to be washed with mine or at least put them out of sight... Why is it this time of the month the little irritations seem so extreme. I thought I had died...
When I arrived at the Lyceum The Archmagus, his assistant and Alessa were in my office. I dare say I was less than gracious while speaking to them. "We are altering schedules for the Autumn semester..." It was all I could do to bite my tongue and not immediately lash out at a repeat of this conversation we have had every year since I took over my fathers position. I didn't mince words this year, I really wasn't in the mood to placate a man on an ego trip. "You do what you must but if my classes are scheduled for any time before sundown you can find yourself another mage to fill my position. I have no need to remain here when I can pursue my research full time, funded by myself and sell my findings to the highest bidder rather than hold any loyalty to this institution." Derek stared at me blankly for well over a minute before back peddling. I am not really certain it pleases me or not, I do know my thoughts were filled with ripping out his throat as I held his gaze. Something inside of me stopped listening to the conversation edging me closer to acting on the feeling...
This dark downward spiral continued in my classroom, debate over factions within the Magick Community broke out in the middle of the lesson. After several attempts to steer the conversation back on course I could feel the anxiety mounting, the Beast within creeping up inside me slowly stalking my aggravation. The Beast is coercive and seductive; cravings almost addictive... I could hear thirty-two hearts beating in the room; oh how I could be satisfied for the interruption by making them bleed, taste hot strange blood, not Father's, not Perrin's something new... someone new...
Perrin appeared at the door, I had to discreetly draw my claws from the seat of my chair, speak to him with my back to the class to hide my fangs... Perrin took me to my office and locked the door behind him, returned to my class and left them with direction for today's topic and what would be covered in the semester review. I sat waiting... wanting to slip over the balcony and disappear in the night to find anyone to prey upon... to gorge upon. I didn't want to be in control; but I heard his heartbeat draw closer down the hall, I could smell him before he entered the room, almost taste his fear. Perrin pulled me to him, the sharpened silver fanged serpents head already on his thumb... lifted to his shoulder... forced into his flesh... time seemed to stop as I lowered my lips to the wound, covering it with my mouth, drawing his blood onto my tongue. I drank deeply allowing the hot blood to slowly sate the craving... I felt the monster inside me bathe in the blood as it flowed down my throat into my stomach. As I lay trembling against Perrin I could feel the Beast looking down on me, mollified for the time being, but smirking... a knowing look in its eyes as if to remind me, that the cycle of the moon would come around again, and each time we would dance this dance for domination.
A medical professional would call it Lunacy... I call it a trap, a curse... another facet of unlife to adapt to and overcome. Perrin rests in the next room, Jaques sleeps down stairs, the house is quiet in this last hour before dawn. I've made it through another night... Eternity weights heavily right now...
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo May 12th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:27:49 GMT -8
Jaques and I sat by the fire in my sitting room tonight, he is getting more and more frail, I can see in his face the life leeching away. I had him tell me stories, of his favourite memories as I made short hand notations to keep them after he is gone. We talked for a long time about questions neither of us had the courage to ask before, nothing held back, the bare honest truth. I held him as tight as I could as he wept, telling me how he'd been afraid to tell me he was sick, he was always the one to tell me someone I loved was ill or dead. He came to me and brought me home the day my mother died, and Katrené, and Nonna and Nonno, and so many of the old aunts and uncles... it was always Jaques there to wipe my tears and hold me tight... tell me everything would be alright. This time he wouldn't be here to help me pick up the pieces after he was gone; I kisses his cheek and let him know it was alright, he taught me how to pick up the pieces many times, he had already given me all I needed, it was ok to go.
I explained to Jaques what I have become, how it happened and where father was. I told him how Istas was a refuge, that alone I wouldn't survive, I needed guidance and support until I learned what I assumed most Kindred take for granted, are taught before they make mistakes. Jaques was furious at first, then sad he hadn't protected me. I had to make him understand it was my choice, I made sure Perrin was away, and didn't tell him what father and I planned. I kept him in the dark the responsibility was mine to bare. Jaques asked if I wanted to make him a Vampire, if that was how I intended to keep him alive. I explained how Perrin had been retained, and the effects my blood had on him. That I wanted to do the same for Jaques to keep him near me always. His eyes grew dark as he sat silently for a long time. I lifted his hands and kissed them as he has done to me for years. I told him no...
When he grew tired I took him to his room and bundled his blankets tightly around him. I laid down next to him in his bed and held him close till he fell asleep. I managed to hold back the tears until I reach the upper foyer, Perrin found me sitting on the hall rug crying into my knees, trying to be as silent as possible. He carried me into our room and held me close till I calmed down. Perrin always knows when its time to talk, he never says a word til I am ready.
"Che cosa pesa molto sul vostro cuore?" Perrin whispered softly.
What weights heavily on my heart... I buried my face in his chest and rambled on about all the things that I've locked in side. I even told him about the argument I had with Lord Azrael. Perrin was a bit put out that I didn't bloody Lord Azrael's nose, that if it was him I would have without thinking twice. His mock jealousy made me smile an honest smile... I haven't done that often lately.
I told him how lost I felt, how little hope I had left, that all I had thought I found here in Istas was gone.
"I feel my existence has been abandoned..." I whispered.
Perrin lifted my chin to meet his gaze and spoke tenderly, "Il mio serpente dolce, hope is not the destination... hope is the journey. You may not always succeed in everything you do, but hope allows you to try. Our life in this place isn't over, its just begun. Starting new was our dream a year ago... I haven't abandoned you, I'm still here by your side, win or lose."
Our dream a year ago... how did I forget all the plans we'd made. Looking back through the pages I've written, I lost sight of why we came here.
Softly Perrin reminded me, "Angel, hope let you sell your home, and let go of all that held us to Moonglow. Hope had you right the letter and find this city, you didn't find hope here, hope allowed you to find Istas."
Perrin is right, and I am so very fortunate to have him for my very own. One day at a time... one hour... one moment; we will make it through.
Angelique Lizbet Diaovolo June 8th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:29:03 GMT -8
Perrin is going to sit my exams, so I am now free till the Autumn semester. For the first time in memory I have nothing scheduled to do, but take care of Jaques. He got me thinking today about the things I love most, what I keep close to me no matter what. When I sold off the Diavolo estate I kept little, that wasn't a book or writings from my family. Most of them are about magick. My fondest memories as a child were spent on Nonna's kitchen floor as she began teaching me the family tradition and practice of Stregheria. We began with herbal lore, and worked our way into its ritual uses. Not to be outdone by Nonna, Nonno and father instilled when they could the precepts of "higher magick" as both and art and a science. I have all their records, notes, journals. All the aids used in teaching me... all my own grimoires and collections of work, I've dedicated my lifetime to studying and now teaching. I pulled out some of the plant studies I've done, Jaques used to work close by as I drew and made notes, often carving or tinkering on something as he watched over my shoulder. We looked through them tonight as he sipped wine by the hearth. I usually take for granted how much magick was a part of our life. Everyday activities were surrounded by it in some fashion. It wasn't a hobby or an occasional practice to the Diavolo, it was how we lived. I wonder now what turn my magick will take. Not being alive has changed how I have to look at magick and how I not only practice it but how I will use it daily. The simple rhymes I learned as a child to memorize words of power, don't seem to apply to this new state of being. The old spells I learned still work, but none of the rituals. Once everything is settled, the professor will have to go back to school too. Every avenue of magick has lead to a new understanding of the environment I live in, exploration of death and its magick seems the next path to follow. Angelique Lizbet Diavolo June 12th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:29:21 GMT -8
Thyme has been so very helpful, she seems to know exactly where to go to get anything I request. Jaques breathing is very shallow now, his colour very pale, I know it won't be long. I asked Thyme where I could get black silk and dried flowers for a wreath... she patted my hand softly and smiled in a way that brought comfort, it lifted the weight I have been carrying just to see. Thyme told me not to worry, she asked what colours I wanted and told me she would bring the best she could find. I look forward to her being here on a permanent basis, knowing she will be caretaker of the Chateau brings peace of mind.
I've been thinking of a scene from a play performed last autumn in Britain:
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprisoned in the viewless winds And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling --- 'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death
Measure for Measure Act III, Scene I
I keep pulling it apart trying to get the writers meaning...
will death become my obsession?
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo June 24th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:30:39 GMT -8
*sitting at her desk listening to the sleet hit the window like shards of glass Angelique writes...* I've wandered the chateau... listening to the silence, hoping for a cough or... or anything. Hoping that maybe Jaques will haunt me. It wasn't till tonight I opened my eyes to see what I've had here all along. Its been a long time since I heard Perrin play, tonight as I was answering correspondence, staying as busy as possible... trying not to feel, I heard the gentle strum of his guitar from the other room. Soft at first as he seemed to be building a tune, then stronger as he repeated it several times. I started to cry as he began to sing: "I can see it in your eyes They're speaking to me Rest your head right here To feel free Come on in The door is always open For you My friend Always for you Come on in My arms are wide open For you My friend I'll always be here So come on in" Perrin didn't stop, he sang it over and over till I went to him, I couldn't hear it in his voice and hadn't realized I had shut out feeling his emotions... but he was crying. It broke my heart to see his face in pain to hear him whisper, "lo manco, il mio serpente dolce". I miss you... I don't know if I will ever forget those words, the look on his face as he spoke them. I pulled him to me and held him as tight as I could, opening up to feel his loss and suffering. I've been such a fool to not see, he needs me, as much as I need him. Come on In - Tommy Fields: www.broadjam.com/player/player.php?hosting=1&play_file=28483_426245
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:32:36 GMT -8
*curled up a safe and comfortable distance from the hearth Angelique writes*
Just got back this morning from two days in Zento. Thyme told me about a midnight bazaar in the city, after the sun goes down the streets come alive with merchants selling all kinds of crafts and wares. The smells and buzz of people, the beautiful objects local craftsmen and women were selling. I close my eyes and see the bobbing lanterns and kites on bamboo poles dancing in the moonlight. Thyme and I met with several weavers of the most amazing fabrics, reds in deep wine and burgundy, intense cobalt blues, the colours were fabulous. Thyme and I bought more bolts than we could carry, and will have them delivered to the Lyceum where I can have them transferred to the Chateau.
I spent a lot of time watching Thyme, she moves among people with grace, seeming to know little traditions and greetings, aware of how to speak to merchants and craftsman and children in a way to put them at ease and they seem to want to help her or work with her. Thyme barters prices with ease and always with a genuine smile that seems to make people like her. On more than one occasion she had us invited into cooking stalls to speak with older women preparing food for the mass of visitors to the market. The wily little elf managed to get the recipes to some of the best smelling dishes I've seen in a long while. I panicked at first thinking I couldn't hide not eating, but Thyme kept the women talking and sampling and asking me to smell without me ever having to try to eat myself; there was no awkwardness or feelings of being out of place among these living women. I lost myself in their craft for a few hours feeling alive again among them. Thyme is one of the best friends I've made in a long time.
Perrin encouraged me to go, said "us girls" could use a few days a way... I should have known he was planning something. His eyes gleaming, the smirk in his face, I took it for being grateful not to have to shop with the women folk... I was wrong. Thyme and I carried our bundles into the kitchen a hour or so before dawn and both of us squealed seeing the changes to the room. While we shopped in Tokuno my prince had arranged to get me a real stone wall oven like Nonna used to have. It took everything in me not to cry in front of Thyme, who was just as excited as I was to see it. Perrin came from the floor above blurry eyed and yawning and both Thyme and I hugged him. We shared a glass of wine and talked till I could almost not keep my eyes open... damn the dawn... Thyme put up our bundles as Perrin took me to bed. I fell asleep loving Perrin and woke tonight to loving him again, and the comfortable feeling that he is mine eternally.
I want Thyme to be with me just the same...
Angelique Lizbet Diavolo August 15th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:33:53 GMT -8
Teaching a new intake of students the fundamentals of magick brings back memories of learning as a child. Tonight we discussed how in times past and even today there are reasons to keep what you learn and do from prying or uneducated eyes. While my students were given permission to pass notes in class as long as the script was encrypted in some way, and I allowed time for them to practice; I got lost for a bit in a time when Perrin and I left notes for each other in chalk written in Theban Script, in private places only we shared. Almost as soon as I began to write as a child, there were four languages to learn. Italian, Common, Theban and the "Diavolo" script. The later being secret and not shared outside those you knew could also use it. Magery in general is institutionalized; each spell described, quantified, tested, proven, and taken down for distribution. Its mechanical almost in how teaching and learning functions. In a time however when families fought over resources and power, where new spells turned the tide in these wars, secrecy was essential to survival. I often wonder if those wars are gone for good, or if once our society settles down after the strife created by the Shadowlords and their minions, will people once again turn on each other. Will the old scripts come back into common use? The storm is about to break I think and something more than anyone understands I feel is going to be unleashed. Each day I feel something drawing closer... I only hope I am prepared to meet what is brought to my door. Until then I have a note to leave for Perrin and a bath to take before he finds it! Angelique Diavolo Sept. 6th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:34:11 GMT -8
*sitting by the hearth cradling a glass of wine in one hand and her quill in the other, her blue silk robe tied loosely around her waist*
I went to check on Xander's deposit box today... I haven't had any word from him and am starting to be concerned, though if new items are found it means he's is well enough to send them. I am more jealous than anything, I sit in class after class wanting to be in the field looking into the history of the Gargoyle and their magick. I keep adding to the new Lexicon I am compiling as I translate scraps of parchment and scrolls that have been unearthed by others; but I have a commitment to my students, and I would expect them to uphold contractual duties if I'd hired them... so I sit in my office and I wait... patience is not a virtue, its a torture...
The words of power used in the magery of Humans and Elves are based on this ancient language... at some point our races must have interacted in the past... but where did we diverge? I've heard rumors of scrolls outlining spells unlike any I've used or seen hinted at. This new mysticism must have evolved after our races parted ways. I can only hope Xander brings some back, I would love to explore this new facet of magick apart from the binding procedure outlined by the Lyceum. Precaution is one thing... but the tedious red tape involved in learning or developing new or unrecorded magick, tries my... patience...
Angelique Diavolo Oct. 6th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:34:25 GMT -8
*sitting at her new desk in the new science building in Istas*
I am running over with a sense of pride and happiness tonight, I sought aid from the Seti in uncovering the details about the items Xander sent out of the underworld and not only did he have on hand a laboratory suited to my needs but he and the Setess have asked that I work as Dean... I've remained at the Lyceum thinking it was the only place I could truly practice magick and be on the cutting edge of new insights into the arcane arts as they are uncovered or developed. Now... I feel like I can truly branch out on my own and develop my skills independent of the bureaucracy an institution like the Lyceum works under.
The scrolls and grimoire brought out of the underworld will be my first test, they will allow me, I hope, to see just what my new found disciplines are capable of. I've always been a Mage... am I ready to be a Necromancer, to embrace this new art completely? This city spares no expense, this facility is truly equipped beyond what even the public laboratories in Moonglow offer. Other Mages will be working here too, I look forward to meeting with them, though it sounds to me like I am the only one not related to the Seti...
I wish my father were here... I was so overjoyed that I almost hugged the Seti tonight. I forgot who he was for a moment in my enthusiasm. It would be nice to have someone claim me as theirs again... but time doesn't stop, even for the undead.
Angelique Diavolo Oct. 12th, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:34:45 GMT -8
*the sweet scent of myrrh wafted around her as Angel carried her incense burner with from her ritual chamber to her private study, Angel's thoughts turned to her evening and the correspondence she needed to respond to. Sitting down to her desk, she pushed the pile of letters aside and took out her journal to write*
I found a letter on my desk at the Lyceum today, the second black envelope this year. This one had a lavender seal on it and the parchment inside was scribed in lavender too. I've only heard of the Soldat Faction third hand, and interest in the research I do makes me cautious. I am certainly not the foremost in my field, the flattery however makes me curious. I think before I respond I should learn more about the Soldat's and their goals; a visit to the Seti might be the first step in that direction.
I've been asked to teach a summer class this year rather than one for the spring semester. Instead of two weeks to explore the abyss I could be free until April... Delving into the material Xander brought back from his explorations seems the perfect project while I am free of any teaching responsibilities.
I will get a letter out to the Archmagus tomorrow, tonight I just want to be lazy!
Angelique Diavolo November 2nd, 2009
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Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 14:35:08 GMT -8
persino l'inferno ha relativi eroi
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