Folding the Golem

Acacia shuffled the papers on the table, both the carefully handcrafted paper from plants in Samar’s garden and the notes that she had made following her interview with the Magician. Setting the various spices out on the work table, and the ink that had come from her and Nifredil’s studies on perfecting an ink. The table had been cleaned and scrubbed, the area cleansed and hallowed. It was time. Picking up the feather quill she began to inscribe runes and drawings on the parchment. Everything she needed was set within reach.

Once the carefully inscribed ink was dry, She took a a knife, her amethyst atheme, and used the tip to slice off the unwanted paper.

Taking the top corner of the paper, she folded it down to the bottom corner, running her finger along the fold to crease it. Opening it again, she folded the paper in half sideways. Once this was done she flipped it over, Folding the paper in half, Using her finger to set the crease once more, and then folded it again in the other direction.
taking small pinches of the each of the spices set out she sprinkled the page with salt, cinnamon, lemonseed, onion powder and ginger root while
whispering the words the magician and taught her “Olirs Morthan Bathaor Gomgana Dir”

Taking the paper by the sharp folds she had created, she folded the top 3 corners of the model down to the bottom corner, running her had across to smooth and flatten it as she worked. Picking up three beeswax candles, she set them around the folded paper. Taking the paper she had cut away she twisted it tightly and used it to catch a bit of the flame from the fire burning under the cauldron to light the candles, whispering “Lathom Korak Gofan Jaloth”

She then folded the top triangular flaps into the centre and unfold bring the top of the form down, fingers running along the folds to keep them sharp.
Open the uppermost flap of the model, bringing it upwards and pressing the sides of the model inwards at the same time. This action she repeated on the back side of the model.

Folding the top flaps into the center on both sides, folding the resulting shapes up once more then pulling the paper out along the fold, she raises it to just before her mouth and breathes the words “Layok Kintor Yalum Manong” onto the model. She feels an odd sensation in her mouth but recalled this magican moving the bird through the flames of the candles at this point, so she did as well. She made a crisp fold that formed a head. She looked at the paper, breathing on it once more breathing out a purple and slightly sparkly smoke and the wings began to flutter, taking flight for a moment before settling down on her hand with a small chirp.

She smiled. It was done. Now she would be able to show the magician when she next saw him.



The Blood King – Driven Back

Acacia tightened the buckle on the strap of her quiver, adjusting the placement of the bow so that she could easily reach and draw it.  A stray beam of sunlight caught the dagger at her hip sending a rainbow of sparkles through the room as it reflected off the crystalline surface and the silver hilt.  The various rumors that had reached her played through her mind. the Sayter Dishan had been the first, and then the other mentions in the Tavern.  When Baelwhealar had mentioned that he had sent the rangerlord Jayded to investigate and she had not returned with word, it had become clear that something was amiss.

The flight to Lundene had been uneventful, clear skies and a wind behind her so her timing was good.  A flash of movement in the woods below her caught her eye. Cautiously she spiraled down to see who was moving in the woods below her.  Landing on a thick branch in a large and spreading oak she smiled to see a pack of wolves moving through the woods.

Calling out to them in the language of fae and druids, *Brothers of the hunt, can you tell me…*  The look in their eyes as they turned to face her caused her to pause. She looked from where she stood on the branch to the ground, She should be higher than they could jump, but she drew her bow.  Standing her ground, arrow nocked, but bow, held to the side, she tried again. *Brothers of the hunt, I am not your enemy*  The only reply was a low growl, a clear challenge.  The largest of the wolves lept at the tree, his claws gouging deep tears in the bark of the tree. She felt the tree shudder beneath her, but she was reluctant to draw on a wolf, even ones that were clearly saw her as a snack and nothing more.

She leaned back into the tree, reaching out and feeling the water of the earth spreading slowly up in to the tree, the bright green earth energy of the tree. Keeping her eyes on the wolves as they tried one after the other, Lifting their heads and howling in rage at each miss, she spoke softly, “Green grass, binding vine, around these wolves twine and wind” She pictured what she was asking, the vines and even the grass to wind around the wolves.

Vines and grass sprang from the Earth winding around the legs of the animals, quickly ensnaring the smaller and weaker of the pack. The larger beasts great leaps made them difficult targets for the vines. The trapped ones opened their mouths to howl, but the tone was different, and this she could clearly understand. It was a call, a call full of vehemence and hate.

Her attention turned back to the vines, repeating the spell, “Green grass, binding vine, around these wolves twine and wind” She felt the same reluctance to hurt or hinder the wolves that she had for shooting them.  The elemental forces knew that the wolves were one of their own, and while they were trying to kill her, they were were acting to their nature, they were hunting. Something had driven them, for this was not the honorable hunt she associated with wolves.  It was then that the first bat struck her, knocking her from the tree. Her wings reacted without out need of conscious thought, and she sailed upwards narrowly missing being caught by the  snapping teeth of the largest wolf.

She turned sharply in the air as she caught sight of a bat heading towards her wings. This placed her shoulder in the path of the bat and it hit teeth and claws tearing into the soft flesh. The scent of blood seemed to drive the wolves into a greater frenzy. Using her bow, she swung at the bats, knocking away from her. One fell only to fall prey to the pack below.   She felt the sharp pain of another bat biting into her leg.  Seeing that the bats circled around her, she landed on a higher branch, and melted into the tree. Slowly and painfully, moving from tree to tree until she was to the very edge of the land. She emerged, and heard a howl of a wolf nearby. She could not tell if it was one of the pack, or a different one,  but it mattered little, so she lifted from the tree, flying across the sea towards home.





Lexie Lukas arrives in a sweet silky mist.. her form takes shape wearing a lavendar gown fitting for the autumn season. Turning toward the Archmage of Anurum, Lexie smiles “Good day to you Archmage, I thought I might pay you a visit. My my this place has changed.. You have done well with it.. The room as an aura of magic about it” The Magus of Shadows winks to her friend, pleased to be in the fae Queen’s presence in a private setting.

Acacia Rose (wildrosepetal) putters about her alchemy bench straightening the items and putting things back into their place. Looking up from her task at the stirring in the weave she smiles to see the Magus Emeritas arrive in her classroom. “Welcome Empress Lexie, You are always welcome here” she blushes with pleasure at the words of The Magus of Shadows. “Thank you, it is a place very special to me.”
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Lexie Lukas crosses her arms, taking in the seductive scents of delicate concocted herbs. With brightly gleaming ruby eyes she studies the fae.. and begins her discourse with a sincere “How are you?”
Lexie Lukas: One of her hands lightly caresses the weave as she preemptively shields her form

Acacia Rose (wildrosepetal) two tiny fae appear with some fresh juice and an assortment of tasty treats suited to the morning. She glances at the table briefly and considers the question rather than giving a quick social answer “I am well, there are one or two tasks that have been troubling me, but otherwise I quite well. Would you care for some refreshment?” indicating the table that the tiny fae have now set. “How are you?” her tone indicating an sincere interest.

Lexie Lukas glances toward the nicely prepared table, with a light smile.. She knew she was safe here, and always enjoyed the freshness of fae refreshment. It had a dancing character of light hearted connection to the elements which pleased her. The Magus moved toward the table taking a seat as she allowed Cia’s words to penetrate her thoughts.

Lexie Lukas: As the Magus picks up a few lovely berries, ripened to perfection she remarks with a soft throaty” I asked you first..?” as the interesting information she might wish to know was yet untold. She believed Cia to be expert at magic as the fae had worked tirelessly for some time, and now held a position of great honor within a realm of distinction.. She was sure that Cia was aware of most of Lexie’s background, and would not simply offer private information unless her heart had some misgiving or she needed help. At least these were the thoughts that fell as feathers upon the table of the oracle which dwelt within

Acacia Rose (wildrosepetal) moved to the table and took a seat, taking a cup of the fresh berry juice and sipped it. Smiling as the company of the Empress always made her smile. Her smile grew brighter as she noted how delightfully the Empresses gown looked against the deeper purple carpet. “As I mentioned when I was last within your hall, I recently had the pleasure of being the High King Parzival’s guest in a room that Archmage Dinnin had prepared for such occasions.” their was a tone of admiration for the skill of those preparations, for they were exceedingly well wrought magics. “I was cut off from all magics, which was rather the point of the preparations, but should I ever find myself in such quarters again, I was wondering if you you might be able to abjure any magics that would disrupt my use of my own personal mana?” This was the most pressing of the concerns weighing on her mind, the others being well in hand.

Lexie Lukas pulled in the meaning of words from her friend much as one who spun wool or other more expensive materials into thread. Her hands lightly danced within the air as she nonchalantly abstracted the meaning from the letters placed upon the voice of the Queen.. Softening her gaze upon Cia, she leaned forward “And will you tell me why the room had such preparation Archmage?”

Acacia Rose (wildrosepetal) gave a soft laugh, “The High King did not wish me to depart. He used the term prisoner but that has such a harsh ugly sound” Her nose wrinkled as if she smelled something that displeased her. ” But after speaking at length he decided that I should be set free” She did not speak the terms of that release aloud, but they would not be far from her thoughts. “After all, I was not one of the mages who was building constructs or denying him access. It is rather an irony that I who was held captive in this war, was one who never saw an untranslated copy of the scroll.” she shook her head at this and made a throw away gesture as if to try and throw away the annoyance.

Lexie Lukas narrowed her eyes menacingly, the strength of her darkness beginning to swirl into large circles around the two of them “Did he hurt you?”she whispered in a cavernous voice

Acacia Rose (wildrosepetal) shook her head, “No, he was a most courteous host, He saw that my wounds from the battle were healed, and that I was well fed and even arranged that I might use the hotsprings to bathe after taking my word that I would not use the chance to escape. Neither he, nor any of his people harmed me in any way.” It was always difficult to explain her odd friendship with the Devil King. “It is just that in the future, I wish not to be cut off from my personal mana.” she took a drink of her juice, pleased by the concern as it touched her.

Lexie Lukas’s voice remained silky smooth, yet the darkness prevailed withn it Though she was happier healing than using her horrible powers for violent acts, she was as always lawful, and fiercely protective of her friends. Her hand rolled counterclockwise, eyes closed she touched the words with shadowed fingers in a spell of release which may cause the Archmage to open her own barriers and allow her true thoughts and feelings to be revealed as to what had transpired. The Magus placed her palms together binding the spell in softness, as she did not wish to intrude beyond what might be necessary to defend this magical one

Acacia Rose (wildrosepetal) felt the stirring of the magic around her. She did not resist the opening of her barriers, for the protection she sought would require such. Her accounting out the actions would be clear, but layered on top of it would be the initial feeling of trapped, She had felt small and tiny, not surprising as she had taken her pixie form for the battle. A fierce determination not to be a victim rang clear, satisfaction that she has arranged her own release and the desire to never be cut off from her own mana was strong. Behind the thought and still partially veiled was the terms of the release, that she would seek the one known as the chancellor. She waited for the spell to complete still as a stone.

Lexie Lukas’s eyes glittered in fierce anger.. as a low growl rumbled from her chest to her lips…She would not allow her friend to be a victim to this deception, especially when she knew who and what the Chancellor was. Her aura became a mass of swirling blackness..rattling every physical object within the vicinity.. the land itself would shudder at the darkness which became a screaming mass of deadly force the likes of which even Lexie had never felt.

Lexie Lukas raises her hands toward the heavens then lowers them to the earth.. she begins to chant in an ancient tongue calling to the darkness of the deity within her heart, her breath catches at the thumping of her own heart as she commands the elements to join within the weave she spins now in circling hands.. her mind focuses now with a will of steel upon the land and its graceful power of earth, plant, life , spirit and the realm of the animals.. Quietly she beseeches all to answer the call and weave within a small crystal gem she is building within her hand.. creating a solid circle of magic locked by her own unique signature from tampering, She taps the stone thrice in a homing guide which would live within, Her hand moves over the gem knitting a ward which would encircle only Cia and Lexie and no other..she places the gem within the hand of the Arch mage.. “Keep this with you.”