Retro_hagrid
Patron
Magic offers no redemption, inviting demons and chaos to our midst.
CHARACTER: Albert Rehalia
PROFILE: { Link }
PATRON: Ignis Synnove
TIER: I
SPELL POINTS: 4
ARTIFACTS: n/a
TRINKETS: None presently
Deity specific passives: Ignis Synnove
Tier I - A firey glow appears in areas of the body in times of heightened emotion, adrenaline, or during spell casting. This can be the eyes, the veins of the body, or the hands/fingertips. They are able to will candles within fifteen meters to light or extinguish so long as they have line of sight.
Tier II -
Tier III -
Tier IV -
Universal passives:
Tier I - SPIRITUAL WEAPON
Tier II -
Tier III -
Tier IV -
STATUS: On the path towards atonement.
Act I:
Though doubtful of it, Albert has as of recent information began to doubt the potential Magic has for the sake of his duty.
Perhaps, if not likely looking to permanently limit his use of magic, disturbed by its dangers and lack of support towards laws keeping it in check.
Though he is still giving room for others to act otherwise, he has began to turn to prayers and zealotry.
Act II:
On his journey, Albert has long thought to come to the research of the arcane. To better understand it, but due to his station and religious views, he doesn't find
his current capabilities could earn himself enough time for that. So, to compensate for this, he's sought out to the north towards his ancestral origins. To abide
and build himself an outpost to begin his research. He keeps a log of the time he spends here and of his findings:
| Notebook - Property of his excellency, Captain Albert Rehalia I arrive in this frozen outback of this country where my family once settled. An old outpost of my family sits there, abandoned. I will restore it as best I can with the men that have arrived with me. The establishment isn't so bad, save for a few broken windows, snow and dust that still needs to be cleaned and fixed away. Whilst we re-organize everything, I've already began to produce magic in all my ability to disturb the veil. I promise to myself that it is to the intention of research and nothing more. Though the fleeting thought that the breaking of the veil could be used as a weapon against enemies of the crown comes to mind every now and then. So far I've observed no changes in the air, whether or reality itself. I will continue to make my observations, however for now I must seek to unearth whatever else my progenitors laced here. My father once spoke of "small" dwarven ruins on which they made their foundations. Hidden in the mountain. It will be exciting to find out what that meant. Waterday, 19th of Snowdown, 2310 - Season of Frost |
During his exploration and research, Albert consistently starts to notice for himself that people on numerous accounts ignore the ramifications that magic has. Even with the anchors present to help reduce the fallout of sorcery and witchcraft, most still seem to ignore the abhorrent dangers that a mage poses. Acting as if they are but unarmed people, it seemed to him. It would be akin to sitting next to a person with an armed arbalest and assuming they will not use it. What would happen in the situation where a mage is pushed against the boundaries of their mental ability to control themselves? Albert had already undergone one such feat where he almost killed several men after being possessed by an infernal.
It was disturbing enough for him to begin changing himself from the feats of nobility, if only just to prove the people otherwise.
| I continue my research of the planar. I have begun to notice changes in the fabric which we perceive. Rain is brought down as purple that does not quench thirst. The colors seem to be distorted, much like the change of Jishrim was in the air. Yet it is arcane in nature, I am certain of it. A small village exists past the outpost, under the mountains and hills next to a lake. When it is not storming, one can see what little lights are from it. We've made little attempts to contact them, but I am sure they suffer from the ramification of this research. To that, I feel we should restrain ourselves. However, the more I've gone on this path, it come apparent that the people are in blatant lack of knowledge of the dangers of the arcane. Despite the attempts of the exalted priesthood to tell them otherwise, most mages still seem to treat their powers as if they are something else than bombs of alchemical fire, waiting to consume everything around them. I admit that as I am myself a mage, and I will continue to press my powers for this research and to hopefully convince others of its dangers, without restraint. I fear for the sanity of my mind. It seems as though everyone is ignoring the absolute danger of sorcerers and it just doesn't cope well with me. Everyone, Lady Frost, Lady Wake, Reinhardt, that man from the town of Candlewood. All of them. It is as if I am the only one realizing the danger, apart from Lord Aleksei Ivanov and his flock. It seems that is no other way to make them realize but to expose the world to the direct danger that lay in our hands, not just in the form of the broken veil. Is it just me? How can one sit next to a person with the power of evisral energies, to burst another into burns that seep as deep as the bones and claim they feel safe? It frustrates me beyond belief. Godsend, 5th of Floodlock, 2310 - Season of Frost |
| Whilst my research of the planar has come to a relative cease, I've come to conclude that with the aforementioned samplings, it is not only useful as a weapon, but also to the caster. I'm not so sure if the publishment of a book on the matter would change many things. Support for laws that would help guide sorcerers towards better use of their power seems to be low. I suspect an intended suppression from the powers that are. Whilst those in the white tower have it right, It is far too little in the grand scheme of things. I gather I should take things into my own hands. Godsend, 9th of Truebirth 2310 |
| The log seems to end here. Wherever the diary remains if anyone should find it. |
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