In the kingdom of Astoria in the year 119. A thousand years since the Gods last Major battle amongst men, we find ourselves peering at the turn of the decade into a cottage deep in a forest surrounded serenely by trees, at a peculiar man. His face darkened bronze, slightly worn by age, staring intently at a book while his hands formed intricate shapes in the air, seemingly shifting space around his fingertips forming an imperceptible language.
: An-Nas corpus machianus repllei Annum.
The words searing the shapes formed by his hands into reality, and as quickly as they appeared they sputtered into sparks fading into nothing.
: Damn that should have been it, the tome must be fake. Blasted!
He throws the Book across the room.
: 10 years I spent searching for this damn tome! And it's a Damn fake. Sweat Marith is man doomed to have no power above death.
The man slumps down the weight of his failure weighing heavy on his body. at that moment a loud knock can be heard, the noise originating from outside the room.
: Who is it? (he Yells) If it not a matter of grave importance I am too busy, come again later.
: _ Saint Gorus we are here speak to you about a matter pertaining to allegations levied against you in regards practice illicit magics.
The man now known as Gorus quickly gets up, adjusting his robes and hiding the tome, proceeds to walk to the door opening it to see a regiment of knights, with a senior guard clad in bronze armor clasping tightly on his chest and arms with a bronze and silver kilt protecting his groin and legs.
: G. What is it.
: _ Great Saint, the charges of Meddling in the affairs reserved of the Gods. Defined under the three Maji laws as ordained by Archimedes the 1st priest sole speaker of the Gods. Has been levied against you we ask you, are they true.
: G. No.
: _Lord Saint, we beg of you do not lie. You were seen seeking tome of Alcaides the defiler. The great tome of Immortality.
: G. And where did you hear such nonsense, such claims were surely fabricated by my political rivals. I cannot believe even the Great warriors knights of Astoria would fall for such armature political mudslinging.
:_Sir under the authority of Maji law and guidance of current advisor Perminius we will commence the searching of your home.
A scowl flashes briefly the Face of the Saint half ready to open up a pathway to escape, but stopping himself knowing doing so would all but confirm his guilt.
: G. Alright then Go.
: _ Before I permit my men to begin, I ask if you have any defensive charms or casts onto your home or belongings, we ask if you can kindly release them.
Gorus stares and raises his hands waving them again in the air, the ripples it causes in space glow faintly.
: G. Diskorpizo ola.
The ripples shimmer then settle shooting into the wood of the cottage.
: _. Thank you. Mailar, Angrienus search and make sure not to damage his property please.
The two clad soldiers in the back seemingly vanish as they quickly search his home, a few moments later the walk back out.
: M. Sir we found nothing out of the ordinary none of the tomes match the description of the great tome of Immortality.
The head knight stares his face blankly staring beyond Gorus and into the cottage.
: _. Falkus, do you sense anything in the building.
A robbed knight in the back perks up at the mention of his name, his hands reaching out towards the cottage.
: F. No sir...(he pauses) except I feel magic littered lightly around the home as expected of a Maji's house, except for in one area. A dead spot as if nothing magical exists there.
Gorus continues staring cooly, his face not letting anything be revealed.
: _. Go check. Search and determine what may be causing the dead spot Falkus. Unless Gorus you would permit us, information pertaining to what may be causing my mage to feel a dead spot in your home.
The head knight staring now into the face of the mage, who's features remains still.
: _. Alright then Falkus go.
The mage walks and proceeds trough the home of the saint. a rather bland and sparsely decorated house considering the status of the inhabitant, everything but the main study which is decorated with dozens of books, all stacked around different shelves and counters. Scrolls piled upon shelves decorating the walls. The mage arriving at the sensed Dead spot in the Saints bedroom, he pry's up the bed of the Saint, revealing the bare cot. Where he finds the damned tome.
: F. Sir I have found it (The mage yells)
The head knight stares again at Gorus, this time his face letting show his disappointment.
: _. Sir why, you of all people should know the law and consequences of breaking it.
: G. Knight what is your name.
Gorus calmly asks, staring at the head knight.
: _. Golferik.
: G. Golferik what do you suppose a man faced with his mortality would do. especially considering all they have accomplished in their life.
: Gol. Accept it as all man must. (The words coldly leaving his lips.) Knights detain him.
Golferik grabs onto the onto his sword, walking carefully but confidently forward. His muscles tense, ready for immediate reaction if met with resistance. as he approached, he examined the face of the Saint to make sure he doesn't miss a cast, as his men surround the Saint. Falkus appearing from the Cottage preparing a binding spell.
: F. Al-Ligamen Attech Corpus.
The words hissing to life grasping as chains onto the flesh of Gorus binding him and sealing his magic.
: G. Stand down if you value your lives.
: Gol. Your magic is bound Saint and under the authority of Maji law I find you guilty of violating the third law, In the act of attempting to attribute to yourself a near divine status of immortality by petitioning the great tome of Alcaides the defiler. By grace granted to you in accordance with your title we will spare you from the immediate execution that would follow this level of a breach. and instead leave the matter up to the great Maji order.
: G. Fools! (he spits, the words oozing out with as much venom as a man can muster.) you do not truly believe the great Saint Gorus can be contained with such mere chains.: Attrienedies Ul-Attech Corpus Al-aldu.
The chains unmaking themselves upon his command, the final addendum to his spells sends the binds towards the stunned Falkus. in that instance the Swordsmen Mailar and Angrienus charge forward swords drawn to cut him down.
: G. Al-Ansifere statum
the swordsmen just barely 10 feet from him freeze. their bodies caught in status. Golferik analyzes the situation with Mailar and Angrienus stopped and Falkus bound that leaves just him and Admenadiel able to restrain the mage.
: Gol. Do not make me strike you Gorus I will take no pleasure in harming a once great mage.
Gorus stares at him, then briefly glances back at the book he spent the better part of a decade searching for and determines to escape with it. fake or not.
: G. You think too much of yourself, and I assure you nobody especially not me will be harmed today, if you and your men stand down.
Golferik nods to Admenadiel, signaling him to cause an immediate diversion. Admenadiel follows throwing sparsely littered rocks at the direction of Gorus. The Saint Quickly moving to doge them as the rocks find their purchase on the cottage wood splintering it. Gorus rushes over to the bound Falkus Grabbing the Book. In the same instance Golferik closed the distance on Gorus sword arcing down to strike his tendons.
: G. Gakrus-Sherinum
A blazing red shield coated him right before the strike connected. barely buying him time to grab the tome and twist his body to stare at the direction of Golferik. Whose blade was now drawn. its bronze shone in the evenings glow.
: G. I will be leaving now. Goodbye warrior Golferik.:Hastiel Farienum Sathiel
at that moment Admenadiel threw his sword slashing the check of the saint, barely missing the mark of his jaw tendons, as the spell activated and with whipping crack the Saint disappeared in a flash of light leaving behind only a smoldering plot of dirt.
: Gol. Damn it he escaped. teleportation magic, especially one done with such haste can't have taken him very far Search the Area. I will return to the city to report our findings to Advisor Perminius.
The cast spells giving way releasing Mailar and Angrienus and Falkus from their spells
: _Group. Understood sir.
Somewhere deeper into the woods hundreds of meters away Gorus found himself bleeding and exhausted from his escape. the rebound of directly dispelling and returning magic directly placed on top of him along with unprotected teleportation spells weighed heavily upon him.
: G. Curses. To think I have been found out, all because of this damned tome. if it didn't leak so much magic, I could have simply dimmed it magic output but instead I foolishly rushed and completely concealed all of it. I must find a way out of the nation and find refuge in the dead regions I may be able to make out the truth behind this tome.
Gorus stares South The road to the land which the Gods have forsaken will be a long and arduous one, but he no longer has a choice. on this day the once revered Great saint has been lowered to a mere runaway fugitive