Post by Lillith on Mar 10, 2009 22:15:36 GMT -5
::Lillith takes her dagger back and looks over the wrinkled page stained with August's blood::
So Gwen killed August. That sounds like her. And the spell was in this letter.
::She reads it aloud, using her skill as a storyteller carry the words with clarity to each of the heroes::
Dear August,
If you're reading this, it means I failed at the library and you've done the old boy in. I won't hold it against you. It's no more than I deserve for the atrocities I helped create in the name of science and knowledge. Before I go on I wish to say that your mentor was a good and brilliant man who always sought the way of the mind over the barbaric traditions of our ancestors, and believed that a keen mind could cut through the darkest ignorance. I also count him a very dear friend even to this day. But it seems we both lost sight of our ambitions somewhere along the way, losing our greater good in the very darkness we had strived to illuminate. Once I realized that, I left those days behind me hoping to never look back. But it is when you have all but forgotten the skeletons in your closet that they come again. I must tell you, you weren't the first person I divulged what I knew of Locsel Kuth to. A violet eyed woman came to my door one night, calling herself Leah North. While she never said so, her ears told me plainly that she was Freyan. Can you believe that my boy? A Freyan! Oh how your young eyes would light up when I told you stories of that world, and here a living breathing Freyan Elf was standing before me. But I digress. She claimed you had come into her employ and that she wanted to know more of you and dear Adolph. First I told her about you, saying that you were a brilliant mind with fierce determination who would one day do great things for the world. Then I told her about Adolph. I tried to hold back information of the Architechts, but she was very persuasive to say the least. I never believed a man of my advanced age could be made to feel five years old again. But I digress. I explained to her my concern that you may be trying to finish your master's work and my belief that it should stay buried. So she gave me a spell that she said would prevent it should that time ever come. I have kept it all these years, and I give it to you now in full faith that you will do what is right. You are every bit as brilliant as your mentor, but you differ in one respect. You have never lost sight of your greater good and continue to strive for the betterment of mankind. For we are not the pawns of Gods and Demons, August. We are men of our own convictions, our destinies written as we choose. The spell itself is quite different from what you are used to. It wasn't developed in the catacombs of a society of oaths and secrets, chanted from the shadows in a dead language. It was once a simple nursery rhyme, spoken plainly in the common tongue. There is a catch to using the spell. You must use it with a clear mind and your heart in the right place. I leave my trust in you to fix the mistakes of your predecessors and write for your generation a better future than we have wrought for you.
Sincerely,
Raphael Von Karma.
So Gwen killed August. That sounds like her. And the spell was in this letter.
::She reads it aloud, using her skill as a storyteller carry the words with clarity to each of the heroes::
Dear August,
If you're reading this, it means I failed at the library and you've done the old boy in. I won't hold it against you. It's no more than I deserve for the atrocities I helped create in the name of science and knowledge. Before I go on I wish to say that your mentor was a good and brilliant man who always sought the way of the mind over the barbaric traditions of our ancestors, and believed that a keen mind could cut through the darkest ignorance. I also count him a very dear friend even to this day. But it seems we both lost sight of our ambitions somewhere along the way, losing our greater good in the very darkness we had strived to illuminate. Once I realized that, I left those days behind me hoping to never look back. But it is when you have all but forgotten the skeletons in your closet that they come again. I must tell you, you weren't the first person I divulged what I knew of Locsel Kuth to. A violet eyed woman came to my door one night, calling herself Leah North. While she never said so, her ears told me plainly that she was Freyan. Can you believe that my boy? A Freyan! Oh how your young eyes would light up when I told you stories of that world, and here a living breathing Freyan Elf was standing before me. But I digress. She claimed you had come into her employ and that she wanted to know more of you and dear Adolph. First I told her about you, saying that you were a brilliant mind with fierce determination who would one day do great things for the world. Then I told her about Adolph. I tried to hold back information of the Architechts, but she was very persuasive to say the least. I never believed a man of my advanced age could be made to feel five years old again. But I digress. I explained to her my concern that you may be trying to finish your master's work and my belief that it should stay buried. So she gave me a spell that she said would prevent it should that time ever come. I have kept it all these years, and I give it to you now in full faith that you will do what is right. You are every bit as brilliant as your mentor, but you differ in one respect. You have never lost sight of your greater good and continue to strive for the betterment of mankind. For we are not the pawns of Gods and Demons, August. We are men of our own convictions, our destinies written as we choose. The spell itself is quite different from what you are used to. It wasn't developed in the catacombs of a society of oaths and secrets, chanted from the shadows in a dead language. It was once a simple nursery rhyme, spoken plainly in the common tongue. There is a catch to using the spell. You must use it with a clear mind and your heart in the right place. I leave my trust in you to fix the mistakes of your predecessors and write for your generation a better future than we have wrought for you.
Sincerely,
Raphael Von Karma.