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Post « Malak Treny » Mon Jun 10, 2019 1:31 pm

It had taken some effort, but he had managed to tell Joan about the dark side of her church. What worried him was her ignorance of the demoness. It seemed like common sense that anyone out in the field should know the dangers of what they might face. It had been enlightening too, learning about how the church compartmentalized such knowledge.

But the warning had been delivered at the very least, and he could breathe a sigh of relief now. Forewarned and forearmed, he could do little else there to help her. At least she had appreciated the warning not to go asking other members of the church about her, and she knew enough to be armed against any entrapments that might arise from the demoness cult.
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Post « Malak Treny » Sun Jun 16, 2019 4:45 am

He had been researching long hours, but there had finally been a result with the journal. He had a summoning spell ... or an animation of sorts... that would help locate Mother's true body. He had the words he needed safely recorded, knowing he could recite them as needed. The journal itself was integral to the spell, and now all he needed was the correct location, and the notification of the people who had an interest in seeing her downfall.

The easy part was done. Now for the harder part... bringing about Mother's downfall.
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Post « Malak Treny » Thu Jun 20, 2019 12:32 am

Malak sat back from writing the letters to those who would be travelling with him to hunt down Mother - Soveliss, Katrina, Beth, Acaelus... the lack of a healer bothered him slightly, but the wand he had placed an order for would help alleviate that problem somewhat. He stood and once more checked his supplies, looking to make sure that he would not runn out of what was desired or needed.

<Are you sure this is for the best, sir?> Ninox asked for the fifth time. Malak nodded slowly.

"I'm sure, Ninox," he replied. "She is too much of a danger and I've been going over options again and again as to how best we could defeat her. We know the extent of her power, but not her limits."

<Which is why I should come with you>

"Not this time my friend, you need to stay here and keep an eye on things while I am gone."

<I do not like it, sir, nor do the guards.>

"They wouldn't last long against her. This is not the city and they would be among the first casualties."

<And me?>

"She would target you quickly, seeking to take you out and weaken me."

<I understand, but...>

"I know, you don't like it." The conversation ended, as Malak returned to writing the letters, and Ninox to preening... and in the fireplace, the fire danced merrily, giving light and warmth to the room.
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Post « Jens » Sat Jun 22, 2019 8:58 pm

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Post « Malak Treny » Tue Jul 09, 2019 3:16 am

Malak sat at the chair in the Great Library, slowly leafing through a planar tome, looking for information relating to the demon Dantelion. While rich in some details, the tomes were so far light on the Demonic Duke named Dantelion. he knew it would take some time to be able to narrow down the search, but now was as good a time as any to begin looking. Ninox was preening on Malak's shoulder as the Loremaster researched then looked at him.

<Sir, I was wanting to know what it is you hope to achieve by looking for this being now.>

"Time is on it's side, Ninox, not on mine. It is timeless, I will age and die if nothing else."

<Understood sir, and yet you pushed yourself harder than you should have with mother.>

"This is a little different."

<How exactly?>

"This is the root of that problem, the source of what made Mother. if I can find a way to cut that source off, then we will never need to worry about Mother again."

<A comforting thought, but what if you die before you achieve anything of success?>

"That is why I am going to document all my findings - so that anyone who follows in my footsteps will know what I have learned."

<Very good, sir.>

And with that, Ninox returned to his preening and Malak returned to his research into the demonic creator of Mother.
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Post « Malak Treny » Sun Jul 14, 2019 5:13 am

The day dawned on another of the classes of Malak, with the selected few present. It was the younger class this time, the mixture of cultures and classes theoretically left at the door. At least, that was the intention.

Malak regarded the youngsters as they bent their heads diligently over basic research into spellcraft and knowledge of the arcane. He was waiting patient;y for the inevitable question of why - every year there would be a why they were researching things they had already learned. And when it came, it came from young Milo Frost. Malak already had his answer prepared.

"We research what we know, to make sure that the fundamentals are locked in for as we grow within the Art, knowledge of the basics are what will enable you to grow further." The answer didn't satisfy Milo however and he opened his mouth to question further.

"But if we already know the knowledge, why do we have to keep studying it?" Malak smiled as others, the nine and ten year olds started agreeing with the young prodigy.

"So, you feel confident enough to move forward and start researching spells at a higher level than what you have been shown?" he asked with a pleasant tone in his voice that all the students had learned was a dangerous sound. Even Milo started shaking his head along with the others. "No one?" Malak asked, "No one at all?" Silence met his query. "Very well then... best that we return to our current studies then."

"But what about me?" A ten year old asked whom Malak knew was a budding sorcerer. "I mean, I just know the spells I cast. I don't see the point of studying them or the history behind them continually." Malak said nothing for a few moments in the sudden hushed silence of the class, before he walked to a cupboard and removed a mop and bucket.

"You are quite correct, this class is optional for you," Malak said with a smile. "And so, thank you for volunteering to mop the hallways of the Ivory Tower."

"But you can't do that!" The young man exclaimed. "My father is..."

"I am fully aware of who your father is, as well as his rank and title... and in these walls that means nothing. I am the master of this class, and my word is law." There was an air of finality within Malak's voice. He was never intimidating, but he knew the rules as did the students. "You were sent here to learn. Now you will learn the value of a well mopped floor. You are excused from the rest of the lesson." Hanging his head in shame, the young man stood and accepted the bucket and mop, then walked out to begin his work. No-one dared laugh or even giggle, though Malak noticed a few hiding smiles behind their hands. They all knew to mock a student would result in the punishment being shared. To his pleasure, he noticed more than a few were pointedly ignoring the display, concentrating on the lesson given by the loremaster.

Once the door closed, Malak looked around the class pointedly, and the students returned to their work. "Just another morning in the tower," he thought to himself.
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Post « Katrina Frost » Mon Jul 22, 2019 10:19 am

Milo had obviously been thinking about what the Loremaster had said over the next few days. "Sir" he asked. "What you said the other day. I ... think the reason we practise over and over again ... is not to know it consciously ... but to know it implicitly .... as a foun .... found ... base to build on .... and ... the stronger the fou .. um ... base .. then the stronger the building is that sits on it".

"I guess .. it's also like when mother and sister are practising ... they do the same thing over and over again ... not just to learn it .... but to be able to do it without thinking about it ..... was that what you meant?"
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Post « Malak Treny » Mon Jul 22, 2019 10:18 pm

Malak nods with a smile at the young halfling's introspection and review.

"You are correct, young Milo," he says with a warm tone. "The repetition and practice improves both skill and concentration, meaning that when the day comes when your life depends on your mastery of the skills you are learning, you will be able to stand without fear or concern for those around you."

He exhales slowly. "It is good that you have grasped the importance of this lesson now as later might have been too late."
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Post « Katrina Frost » Tue Jul 23, 2019 5:40 am

"It sort of made sense" Milo replied. "Cause when Mother does her escape acts, sometimes her life, and my sister's life are on the line ... but since I know that .. they know what they are doing ... it doesn't worry me so much. Besides, Rani knows that she needs either me or Prilla as a spotter in case something unexpected does happen"
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Post « Malak Treny » Tue Jul 23, 2019 7:12 am

"I like how you have tied the practice of your Mother and sister into the lessons I am teaching," the loremaster tells the young student. "When you have something that allows you to like to something meaningful, the lesson becomes that much more relevant. You learn more effectively when there is something you can relate to. Remember that well, young Milo Frost," he says solemnly.
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Post « Jens » Wed Jul 24, 2019 2:34 pm

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Post « Malak Treny » Sun Jul 28, 2019 4:35 am

Malak set down the paper covered in numbers with a sigh. He had been going over the figures for several hours now and there was no two ways about it. Short of adventuring, he would need to borrow the remaining funds he needed to complete the second phase of the tower from either the family coffers or from other business owners. But that was not something he wanted to do at this point and time.

He looked at the list of names he had written down. His wife topped the list and he knew that she would willingly put forward funds, but he did not want to rely on her. The same with others of the Atianna house. In-laws however could only be asked so far as well. He looked at the fifth name on the list and swallowed. The baron himself. It would keep the tower in the family, that was certain, and the expansion of the second phase of the tower would provide more room for people to rest as needed. But this would draw him deeper into the politics of the house.

"And becoming an archmage won't?" he asks the ceiling of his study. "One of several within the house as well..." But it was his dream to join the hallowed ranks of the Archmagi, rather than the Elites, an order he had not known about except in rumours until that visit from the man claiming to be his brother. Wiht a sigh, he turned back to the page and reviewed the names and who he could reach the easiest, while starting to pen a letter of request of audience to his uncle.
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Post « Malak Treny » Tue Jul 30, 2019 8:28 am

It was a pleasant enough evening that drew Malak out for an evening walk. As always, two of the quartet of bodyguards assigned to him walked just behind him, escorting the Loremaster and providing protection from potential dangers. Of course, it was more for show - the Loremaster was more than willing to put his life on the line to help the city where and when needed... and had done so many times. Even they knew it - against what the Loremaster had faced, they would be little more than a momentary distraction. And yet... that distraction might buy the Loremaster the time he would need.

So, he walked with them, enjoying the night air and the clear skies with the occasional stars visible. The low light vision he now enjoyed gave him far better ability to walk through the city and see people who might have otherwise relied on the shadows to try and ambush him. More than once, a mugger saw the blue eyes looking at him and changed his mind, deciding to look for easier prey elsewhere. The streets were a little safer thanks to the increased vigilance of the city watch and the Voran watch, allowing Malak the chance to walk, his thoughts roaming as freely as his steps... watched over by his familiar and the two armsmen bodyguards.
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Post « Malak Treny » Sat Aug 03, 2019 7:58 am

It had been a successful day, Malak mused as he proceeded to mark various lessons he had been teaching. First there had been the queries from the classes, all intelligent questions from the young to the more experienced. It showed him that they had been learning the material he had been setting them. Even the more disruptive seemed more subdued today. Then there had been the assignments of the senior class. All the apprentices had turned in their work without any arguments or excuses. He wondered if young Milo Frost’s enthusiasm was one of the reasons that they had been driving harder – they had not wanted one of the youngest apprentices showing them up.

Then there had been the matter with Kendra and the cursed ring. It had been a relief knowing that his research into the removal of the cursed item had paid off; the death scarab had been rendered inert with the spell and the scream it had emitted had been more than a little satisfying. The gold he had been paid for his services didn’t hurt either.

Next was the time he had been able to spend with Lexi on the Queen’s Noose. A smile crossed his lips as he remembered her enthusiastic reception and their lovemaking. It was refreshing for him to be loved so utterly and to be able to love in return. Only the Art held a closer place within him, but it was close. Very close indeed.

Finally, there was the matter with Azzil and the demonic seed – he had found the answer he sought and being able to provide a step in the solution for Azzil was gratifying. And with the seed now isolated, all they had to do was find a way to safely sever the life force so that the destruction of the seed did not result in the destruction of Azzil as well. And that would be a detail he would not be tackling alone... plus it left Azzil free to hunt down the leader of the cult who had done this to her in the first place. And there, he knew she would not be alone in that hunt.
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Post « Malak Treny » Fri Aug 09, 2019 8:20 am

It was early in the morning as Malak stood in the research hall of the Ivory Tower, pouring over one of the spellbooks present slowly, looking for the elusive turn of phrase, the correct wording that would make his blood sing and tell him how best to scribe the spell. It was a long, slow, and arduous process that even someone of his skill had to undertake, each and every time that he wished to add a new spell to his repertoire. Only the knowledge that sooner or later he would strike success soothed him and his ego.

His glowing eyes moved slowly over the spidery text that wriggled and withed under the gaze of the loremaster as he sought to conquer the text, to bring it under his control. The spell did not wish to be learned, to be subjected to the will of a mortal - it was magic. It was the Art. It desired nothing more than to be left alone and not be brought to heel. But the allure for those who had tasted the font of magic was strong and hard to resist. Malak was no exception to this and the possession of magic drove him further and further into learning more and more of the Art of Magic.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he strove to master a spell that was simple for some, but a challenge for most. A challenge for himself as well. It was why he had set himself this task... of seeking to master a new spell at a level that would make him up his game and bring him one step closer to his dream of becoming an archmage. Slowly he turned the page, moving through the spell at a speed that was akin to a cool glob of honey clinging to a spoon. Soon, he thought as he continued through the spell. Soon it shall be mine...
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Post « Malak Treny » Tue Aug 13, 2019 6:35 am

It had been a long night of study for the young mage, learning the knowledge needed for the next day’s lesson that had been set by his tutor. But for Malak, it was a challenge as to how he could rise to it without falling. Each new day was something new to learn, and each lesson brought a new gem of knowledge for him to digest. It was something that the young apprentice relished and revelled in, even though he was one of the physically weaker students, he was one of the most adept in the lessons. He delighted in the intellectual challenge that each day brought, and how he could continue to rise within the art.

His mentors watched the young apprentice with concern as well as pride, knowing what sort of naked ambition could result in if it was left unchecked. And yet, the trouble that he would regularly be in was for breaking curfew by sneaking to the library to learn just a little more, just one more piece of information. Just one more set of fasts and lore. One of the masters found it particularly exasperating when the young apprentice would ask question after question, never fully satisfied with the answers that were given. But the desire to learn burned strong within Malak, and he needed to know as much as he could about as many subjects as possible. What was the essence of divine magic was one that he regularly asked, leading some to wonder if he would take holy orders and find out first-hand. Yet he continued his studies within the tower, showing no interest other than academic exercises and questions about the nature of things.
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