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Message: <blockquote data-quote="abri" data-source="post: 1267383" data-attributes="member: 1080">Note: the strange tongue Anshu and Caern sometime use is Aeri, the legendary tongue of magic. Almost no one knows it, so it is used as a secret language. It is also used by those that know it for important oath (due to the belief that the words of this tongues do contain power.)Caern concentrated on the runes on the cover of the tome: runes were composed of runes, runes showed pentagrams, pentagrams showed more runes, runes started showing images. Images of tortures, murders, depravities, rapes, human sacrifices and other crimes Caern did not have a word for. He concentrated on what he was seeing and did not try to resist the visions; on the contrary he started imagining what pure evil would look like. Depravity summoned by the tome where countered by depravity from Caern’s imagination. For what seemed like hours sins met sins, until Caern controlled what he was seeing: soon he was in a room of basalt walls, on a dark steel throne, facing a red robed man in another identical throne. He could not see his face covered by a heavy hood…“Ah, I see you made it to this place, I am most impressed. And before you ask, I AM the book of Soleimnon.” “What is this place?” “Caern, why do you ask questions if you know the answer? This is your mind of course!” “Then what do you want of me in order to let me use your power?” “Nothing, nothing. The price of each power will be paid in time. Or has already been paid, that really depend on how you look at it. But let’s talk about the real danger. You are holding in your hand an artifact capable of changing your world; you are under the scrutiny of a major demon. And I might add that is not the only demon ready to prey on your fragile world. So what do you plan to do? What have you guessed from the maelstrom you are now part of?” “Let’s see! The demon could only stay for a short moment; this is why her plan was so direct. She had no time for subterfuge. That also means she should have a hard time tacking me if I move.” The hooded figure was visibly nodding: “Indeed, indeed. I was right to influence her mind. You are indeed the correct choice… In the book you shall find the symbols you need to escape this place. But first you have to learn how to wield magic, that is after all what I was created to teach.” Bolts of eldritch energy converged on Caern, he was wracked with pain as his mind filled with knowledge.He awoke in his room, the book, right next to him lying on the floor. He could not believe what he had just learned. How could magic be so simple when no one had been able to practice it in centuries? He started shifting his perception as he had just learned. He expected magic to be almost non-present, barely a faint wind. That would have explained why sorcery was extinct. He was surprised! The flowers on his balcony irradiated magic, so did many of the sculptures in his suite an among all the ring on his finger, in fact the whole place was almost unbearable to watch with this new vision. Approaching the balcony he started to glimpse another reality: the market street of Begahn did not light up under this new sight: shadows covered the place, dark tendrils of smoke went from corners to corners. And he saw the misery of the people under a new darkness…A few hours latter Caern was at his desk, Anshu was sitting opposing him. The latter looked visibly nervous:“Caern what are you doing? I have brought your crossbow and the papers you requested. But I feel something is wrong.” “Well this tome must leave the palace, to be more precise it must leave this world. But it contains the knowledge to save our world… So I am going with it.” Anshu stood up and started shouting: “Then I shall go with you.” “No! That is an order… My friend, I will be gone for more than a year. What would happen of this country if all my plans were unsupervised? I need you here. You know almost all I know and you feel all I feel. My father will need your help to direct all of them. And before you object grab this!” Caern threw a sheathed sword toward Anshu, who grabbed it in one hand.“What is this? No wait; this is Aanbal, the sword of your family! What are you doing?” “With this, my father will now you have all my trust. In fact I just gave you all my power. You are a Massud now, my brother to be precise.” Anshu was almost out of breath “But, but… I am not of the high caste!” “I am the prince Caern, bearing the sacred seals of the Massud, not even the emperor could undo what I just did. I know what you will use this power for, this is why I gave it to you.” “*Rical! Sanlib eh vesti, *unsan esti” “I know brother, I know.”</blockquote>

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