The Road Home

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The Road Home

Postby ~Malduin~ » Wed May 03, 2006 7:50 am

Tobyas scanned the words of the poem yet again, eyebrows scrunched together. Clues were scarce and he realized he was now uselessly rehashing information that he had already picked to the bone.

Two hands, join’d by purple flame
one stone between them pressed
Two swore, on gods of different name
one cursed, and one blessed

The evil and the shining good
the righteous and profane
all are judged
all are judged
and all are found the same

For honor, and to uphold love
one took an oath most dark
the other, of a different sort
dealt pain upon a lark

The evil and the shining good
the righteous and profane
all are judged
all are judged
and all are found the same

To move the stone, the glowing pit
they cried aloud for aid
but hearing naught, and seeing naught
they feared the price they’d paid

The evil and the shining good
the righteous and profane
all are judged
all are judged
and all are found the same

A simple thing, this fiery gem
a simple thing to move it
when touched by two, of equal depth
good and evil sooth’d it

The evil and the shining good
the righteous and profane
all were judged
all were judged
and all were found to blame.
*

It had been one of the few things found in the search for Lady Ennick Mar upon her disappearance nigh on a year past. It seemed to be her expression of pain at the situation she fould herself in, and he could find little of use in its words other than a cautionary tale.

The various other objects and scrolls he was studying were spread out upon the long table in his locked study. Auriik and Dehlila had brought him many things, but the most useful items were the depositions he had taken from anyone who had witnessed the strange goings-on during the time Malduin had been about. He had tried to be discreet in his questioning, by telling people he was merely compiling a history of the League, but he knew that most were already uneasy at some recent incidents as well as the order from Crispian to light no fires in the Hall. It would not be long before Malduin got wind of his studies, if indeed it was he behind the recent unrest.

He looked at the pile of what he now suspected were useless Soul Stones at one end of the table. The one solid piece of information he had put together was that the Stones were merely inert rocks until enchanted and keyed to individual souls by masters of Arawn's dark arts. Unfortunately, the one responsible for enchanting the Stone that had ensnared Ennick and Malduin, Drabwyn the Necromancer, had completely disappeared as Arawn's servants were apt to do from time to time. Even Jerija, who had repudiated Arawn, was mysteriously absent for weeks at a time, supposedly to perform some sort of ritual to renew family bonds.

Tobyas sighed and let his gaze be drawn once again to the heavy, locked chest he had pulled out from an equally locked closet with a thrice-reinforced oaken door. It seemed he was left with no choice but to study the Stone that had been at the center of it all, though he was loathe to do so. For all he knew, just uncovering it might reactivate it and alert Malduin of its whereabouts. Not all the locks and guards in Camelot would keep the evil being from taking it once he knew where it was. He often wondered why Malduin did not just raze the Hall and then search the rubble for it.

Tobyas dragged his feet towards the chest as he grumbled to himself.


* Props to Meghan (Lady Ennick Mar). I found another excuse to expose it to daylight, I still love it.
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Postby Crispian » Wed May 03, 2006 10:15 am

(slightly disjointed but of the same period of time)

Tobyas paced the floor, reading down the scroll again. His green eyes flicked left to right as he read and his free hand toyed idly with the end of his sash. "Dis makes little sense to me, from what Sir Aurik brought back. Dis does not match with what we know of dis stone."

He had come back from the docks just hours earlier but already was focusing on the more pressing issue at hand: what properties did these Soul stones possess and how could they be worked to the advantage of the League? He chewed at the corner of his lip before turning to his assistant. "Have you delved any further in your work?" he asked mildly, reaching for a silver goblet as he spoke.

Straightening her shoulders and scratching her ear, Dehlila turned to Tobyas. She had been through some of the material several times, trying to find something that was perhaps slipping past them in their search for information. She rubbed her temples and squinted, allowing her eyes to focus on the distance after so many long hours of looking close-up at the pages. “Aye I have, and as you said it doesn’t match. None of this documentation on soul stones coincides with what happened with Lady Ennick’s stone, though it did have similar properties. I suspect that it started out as one of these common stones, but was then uniquely imbued. How? I do not know.”

She absently picked up a mug of tea that had long gone cold and sipped it as she pored over the documents again.

Tobyas chewed at a fingernail in thought. "If dis were a religious item, there are tests we could preform, but we vould have to have on hand de object." He resumed pacing, his simple work cassock swirling as he moved. "Ve could fetch the stone that inflicted Lady Ennick, but dat carries a risk vit it as vell."

He perched at the edge of a table. "It vould be wort' de risk, yes, to secure us this stone to examine?" His expression was openly curious as he looked back at the young mage who had been of such great aid to him. "And can ve check de risks to ourselves?"

“Oh, yes, it would be most helpful to be able to examine the object. But do we know where it is now?” Lila found herself straightening the workspace as she spoke, making neat piles of parchments and scrolls and dusting away bits of charcoal from her quickly scribbled notes. She looked up at the cleric who she had respected from the beginning but who was now becoming more of a mentor to her with his extensive knowledge of the arcane. Excitement coursed through her. This was exactly why she’d left home to seek adventure, to aid in situations like this where some underlying evil was afoot.

She brushed the charcoal dust from her hands, “What is the risk?”

Tobyas folded his hands into the wide sleeves of his religious robe. "I know vere it is being kept in safety," he said quietly. "We would run the risk of potential damage as happened to Lady Ennick when she encountered the stone. The tale is among those scrolls," he nodded at one of her piles. "There could be peril even to our immortal souls in handling an object of its power, if the tale is to be believed."

The measured pace he spoke at almost irradicated his accent. His body rested perfectly still as he leaned against the table, not even the slightest fidget showing. "We shall have to use a special chamber to ensure that only our presence can be felt or detected by the object, and examine it with great care." His gaze drifted toward the darkened hearth on the opposite wall. "And we must be prepared to do what is needed if we become compromised to the objects will."


Lila’s eyes widened. She had assumed that the power of the stone had diminished some, and that the same threat that Lady Ennick had faced would not be present. She rose from her stool and rubbed her cold hands together. There was no fear in her voice or mannerisms, only the eagerness that seemed ever-present with the young Avalonian. She listened to the change in his tone and pace with interest, wondering as she had many times since her arrival where he had learned such a fascinating tongue, and what distance he must have come from to be here in Albion. As she crossed the room and dipped her fingers into a bowl of water to clean away the ink and coal, she chastised herself for letting her mind wander.

The reflection of a pale face framed with black-brown hair wavered pensively back at her from the bowl. When she spoke, her voice was steady and held no trace of the fear within at the prospect of having damage done to her very soul. “Surely you must know some wards against that sort of thing happening, were we to make such a study.” She turned to him again, her plain gray robes swirling around her feet as she did so.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, a hand emerging from his all covering black to wave in the air, as if to indicate everything. "I know wards to keep what is in, in, and what is out, out. But to confine and bind onto an object," he slowly shook his head, "no, that I do not know." With a sudden straightening he resumed pacing. "My expertise lies in forcing presence from a person that is imposed upon back to its natural state. This seems to be a perversion of that function, a binding of a will to an object. But, from what we have learned, it is the object which acts because of the presences, not the presences that acts."

He turned and met her gaze, his eyes steady and as unflinching as her own. "But it is that very thing which seems to have drawn our minds to this task, yes?" He inclined his head slightly in salute.

“Oh, indeed,” she smiled, “It’s all very fascinating.” She glanced at the worktable which, despite her attempt to straighten it, was spilling over with scrolls and trays and other various objects indicative of long hours of study. It reminded her of endless nights at the Academy and she smiled, fond of the memory. “I suppose I should pack all of this up then, and we can begin to make our way to wherever the stone is?”

Tobyas shook his head. "Our first step will be to prepare a chamber to bring the stone into, and to set ourselves to work from there." He stepped to the table and began to make some sense of the scrolls. "All our work and materials will be brought down to the Porto Vigilantis and made ready to be brought into the chamber," he glanced at Lilia. "You should purchase some inexpensive robes, for they will have to be prepared as well. We can leave no risk of bringing a contaninent into the room where we will work."

He paused, securing a scroll with its amber ribbon. "Then we shall get an escort to help us move the stone."
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Postby Crispian » Tue May 16, 2006 11:44 am

Clad in a simple woolen cassock, feet sandle shod and head bare, Tobyas stood before the polished rose-wood door. The fittings of silver and gold contrasted with the marked simplicity of the rest of his dwelling. Flanking him to either side were grim faced young clerics, neither of whom Lila had seen before. Tobyas ducked his head into a plain white surplice and draped a blood-red stole over his shoulders, venerating the relic at its crest.

"When we enter the chamber," he spoke calmly, in a measured cadence, "we will stay as long as possible and examine the depths of the stone. They will make sure none come in, and only true us come out, do you understand?"

She nodded, smoothing the front of the simple white gown she herself wore. This was a sort of working that, while she felt familiar with, was not exactly as she knew them to work. "There are risks in some rituals I've been part of as well." Her tone reached for assurance but something about the setting made it eerie to her.

Tobyas nodded, offering a resolute smile. "Then we will begin," he intoned more than spoke, then raised his hands to shoulder height, turning palms out. They moved in a pattern she had not seen before and a sort of runic mark set began to glow on the door itself, then on the frame.

It seemed she should be able to place these symbols but annoyingly they danced just beyond the arc of recognition. They glowed, shimmered, moving with a kind of undulation she could not qiute place. A vague feeling of a barrier arose before her, parting only when the cleric gestured with a curved blade in his hand.

Oddly, she noted he did not speak Latin like most priests she knew; he was going on in a different tongue altogether. Yet whatever it was he was speaking, it was calling a power forth and present. At his gesture, she stepped through the door and into the chamber beyond.
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