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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 3284907" data-attributes="member: 46615">Even though I was keen to learn more, the mystique and dreadful aura of the unknown caused some hesitation on my part in actually speaking to one of the magicians. I made several aborted attempts to knock upon the door of their apartments, but was too daunted to actually lay knuckle to timber. Eventually I decided to approach one of them alone.  So it was that I found Kassquok, one of the Five Kinds of Death, standing silent and still on the cliff edge late one afternoon. He faced the ocean, arms hanging loosely by his side. Suddenly his left arm rose and his hand darted out of the long loose sleeve that had concealed it. Fingers twitched and gesticulated and his deep voice rumbled, “Destrat e mora”. His fingertips glowed instantaneously with a bright crimson fire that grew so quickly in size that it became a ball about the size of a man’s head. A twist of his wrist saw the flickering ball sit in his palm. He seemed to consider it a moment before snapping his arm back and hurling the flame out over the sea. Such a throw I had never seen before! It sailed out perhaps half a mile and was just a faint spec dancing away over the deep blue water before, with an enormous audible crack, it exploded. Such was the force of the explosion that I could see, even at the distance, steam rising from the surface of the sea. Kassquok grunted with satisfaction as he turned and noticed me for the first time. His steely blue eyes seemed to pierce my soul.“Mowbray isn’t it, hmm?” he said.“Um,er yes indeed.” I replied displaying uncharacteristic nerves, “That was quite a display Kassquok.” I continued, recovering from my initial discomfort, “Most impressive.”“Hmm? It was naught but a trifle. However even trifles must be practiced, else they would once again be difficult. Now what is it that I can do for you hmm?” he said. “Ah yes, the reason for my coming to see you. I was speaking to Zmrat some days ago and he taught me to mentally create some minor magics. He released magic within me that I did not even realise I had the talent to conjure. However, I could not master more than the simplest things that he demonstrated.” I breathed deeply easing the frustration I felt. ”What he did do was awaken my thirst for magical knowledge! I want to learn whatever I can about how magic works and how I can best utilise it. Will you teach me?” I blurted excitedly.Perhaps Zmrat and Timandra had taught me something in the art of speech afterall, or perhaps Kassquok was just very accommodating, but he did seem quite pleased to impart some magical knowledge to me.As it so happens, magic is just that, magic. No one understands every occurrence of it or how to harness and use it. Some people, like the Five Kinds of Death, are learned men who have unlocked the power of knowledge and use it to their best advantage. They have found or written spells on paper and gather libraries of them. They study their books relentlessly always questing for another way to gain more power.Some people, like Zmrat and Isabella, have an inherent gift. They do not need to study or learn magic as such. They literally create it. The more talented those individuals are the more that practice will allow them to unlock those talents. It is even said that Elves and Gnomes are magical beings, although I have not really perceived Mortec to be a peculiar in any way.That leads to the most interesting titbit I acquired was Kassquok’s closing remark on the topic. “Magic is perception. That is all. Anyone that does not understand how something works, or how it came to be, thinks that the cause is magic. That is all. Hmmm?”</blockquote>

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