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Through the Eyes of a Student: Ammy's Sabbatical

 
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 26, 2016 9:18 pm    Post subject: Through the Eyes of a Student: Ammy's Sabbatical Reply with quote

((I am looking forward to Ammy being able to take classes in several subjects from our variety of teachers. These can be Live RP sessions or Post by Post in this thread, whichever is convenient for the teacher. I want to capture what it is like for a teacher to relearn what being a student is all about. She is not looking for special treatment as a teacher sitting in.

To play along, post a text message at Ammy's text SL to state what you teach and if you have an opening for her to come in as a new student. She can take or participate in as many classes as the teacher feels compelled to allow her to be in.))

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Ammy felt nervous as she walked through the halls of the Academy. She had penned up a simple letter and a list of blank spaces; the letter and a copy was now held rolled up in her furred hands. Her nervousness bled from the fact that she was used to being a teacher at Bristle Crios. Now she was embarking on a special sabbatical of sorts to regain something she had lost. Her drive to teach had waned and nearly died to ash after the Daemon Kraken hit the Academy. Long struggles to help repair the damage, counseling the grieving families, students and victims. Continued reassure to students and parents alike that her Alchemy classes were legitimate and safe had torn down her self esteem to a ragged ghost of the years past. She was now looking for what had driven her to teach in the first place; the spark students showed to learn and listen to what a valued mentor could share.

But how do I recapture what made me a decent teacher? How do I inspire students to study and enjoy their lessons? What did I lose, being a teacher so much, that could help students? The answers to these questions lay in her plan of action. She went and posted the letters in both the Student Enrollment Office and the Teachers Lounge. The letter would read as the following:

Dear Fellow Teachers of Bristle Crios Academy;

I, Ammy L. Spiritor, fellow teacher and coven member, come before you with a request for simple aid. I feel I have lost my standing and self esteem in educating those wanting to learn. I fear I am overlooking things vitally needed for a teacher to reach out and help their students grasp and learn what is being presented. Many things have happened over the past two years that have left me unsure of my abilities here at this academy.

I come to you all now, not as a fellow teacher, but as a student. I wish to submit myself to a year or so of taking classes from many of you to help me to learn what our students go through, strive for and endure. Please, I ask for any teacher willing to help me on this path to rediscovery so I may continue to be a teacher for generations to come and not a burned out shell of what I was. Bellow is my cell phone contact. Please let me know if any of you have openings for a new student to join in and learn. I am not seeking classes solely in what I know, but rather classes over a wide range of subjects. I am not seeking to be treated as a teacher either.

Yours Truly,
Ammy L. Spiritor,
Master Alchemist, Teacher of Alchemy & Prosthetics

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PostPosted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 3:05 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Ammy was pacing a bit in her own office at Bristol Coven. She had received a series of text from Lord D'Arcstorm to meet with him during the History of Rhy'Din class. She had thought the Master Magi had taken leave due to the Kraken incident at the campus that Ammy had been almost been blamed for during her classes. Seeing him resurface gave her a small glimmer of hope to find true vindication behind the events.

But what really made her pace with excitement was the fact that she had her first class to attend in her Sabbatical. She watched the clock on the wall tick away, waiting for the time to depart and learn as a student would.
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PostPosted: Thu Mar 17, 2016 1:32 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Ammy opened a blank journal and quickly jotted down it's first entry:

Today was a bit of a roller coaster of emotions and energy. I attended my first sit in at Professor Tolmay's class and already found just in this one class a few things to contemplate.

Demerits and the implied good behavior a student faces was something I had never given thought to until Professor D'Arcstorm sent me text messages during class. Granted I didn't look at my phone to read them, I felt guilty about tainting Professor Tolmay's sacred space of education. Well it's not just solely her space. All teachers have that space. The space that is defined by seated students and a teacher impassioned to instruct those students. To smudge or desecrate that space . . . still makes me shudder.

However, it seems my thoughts and aversions are not universal. Perhaps my rigid upbringing in the Hammer of Aethar academy with severity doled out to misbehaving students for the slightest infractions is the key here. Professor D'Arcstorm seemed to have no notion of a Demerit. Then there was the other sit in, a Mr. Stormgaard, from what some of the students were saying in the hallway, he's a janitor of the academy. I don't discriminate anyone that wants to better their knowledge regardless of occupation, creed, race, etc. He was though, quite disruptive in class.

At one point the disruption was amusing, however when the disruptions were held in comparison to Professor Tolmay's usual sternness, I noticed that a possible 'Deer in the Headlights' syndrome can happen. When a professor is too used to a certain flow of order and respect, perhaps a bit of chaos can actually be a stumbling block if the professor is not 'fast on their feet' so to speak. With hindsight, a professor to used to chaos may lack the awareness of nipping things in the bud fast enough allowing disaster to breed . . .

Though I do wonder if perhaps this Mr. Stormgaard is infatuated with Professor Tolmay leading to such a dazed reaction? I often wonder if this is a common dilemma between teacher and student of races that are similar in appearances and taste maybe?

All of this leading to me getting a better view that some students may enter a classroom with good intentions and by the end of the class have left feeling they have failed to be proper students. This failure not attributed to their own delinquent actions but the actions of others? The fact that I was wanting to tangle with Professor D'Arcstorm for putting my self conscience on the spot for texting during class is proof enough that some students could have higher decorum than others.

This all said, I must close my thoughts for the day as I will need to gather material for my first Homework Report to Professor Tolmay.

A Lost Teacher,
Ammy Spiritor

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PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 1:45 pm    Post subject: Field Trip to Dockside - History of Rhy'Din Class Reply with quote

Ammy had kept her appearance quite modest today as she headed for Dockside to explore for the History Class Lydia taught. She was in simple white jeans, a comfortable and light grey blouse, and a ball cap on her head and her crimson hair in a tight braid down to her rump. Her leather satchel over one shoulder, she walked deeper into Rhy'Din than she had before, following her nose to the briny docks and harbor. Her first stop for inspiration on writing her assignment was the Gatehouse. She never knew Rhy'Din City had one and with Lydia telling the class it was the official welcoming center for new people coming to the city and realm, she was curious.

As Ammy approached Dockside, her path would lead her down for the docks and the harbor. This path would naturally lead to a choke point of entry. She would see a massive building of stone and brick, and is one of the central and most important landmarks in Dockside. The Gatehouse is surrounded by a 20-foot tall polished bronze fence which adds to its imposing prominence; atop its main gate reads "The Gatehouse" and, below it, "Port of RhyDin" in large polished letters. The entire fence perimeter is adorned with ornate metal carvings representing each of the known species to have ever stepped foot into RhyDin from other lands. As new races arrive, additional representative carvings are added. Inside the fence-lined courtyard, vendors can be found selling all sorts of merchandise to newcomers.

Ammy found the imposing site of the Gatehouse awe inspiring. If people saw this as their first entry to Rhy'Din after being on ships and seeking a new life, it must be inspiring and a bit intimidating at the same time. The bronze fence though had her intrigued. She'd draw closer and looked over the carvings. She recognized most of the races carved upon them and was a bit surprised to see a representation for her kinsmen as well. That gave her pause to realize that some may have come to Rhy'Din by normal means instead of just by the moody Nexus. She would stay by the bronze fence and pulled out her notebook. She began jotting down the varieties of races carved there and how the array of such peoples mingling in Rhy'din could prove that many could work with each other in unity, granted some volatile interactions did take place from time to time.

Something lurked, watching, waiting... listening. Closer than Ammy thought. Hidden away, the screen of Ammy's cell flickered and blinked. In the top corner, where the service provider is listed, the listing changed to 'Unknown Carrier', and began to ring.

Ammy put her notebook back inside her satchel and looked at the fence again and then up at the Gatehouse. As grand and intimidating the structure may seem to a new immigrant, perhaps the fence softens that feeling by showing them that here, in this city, was a place of familiarity as many of their own kin have come before them. A sign perhaps that Rhy'Din was safe and welcoming? She looked to her satchel as her phone went off. A few blinks of her eyes and they went from gold to silver color. Her phones signal was routed through her ship, the Ragnorok that orbited Rhy'Din in retired grace. Hello? She answered mentally and walked into the courtyard marketplace of the Gatehouse.

The Huntress, well she had to work later tonight. That was why Echo had her bag slung over her shoulder, and all her makeup and clothes needed for work hidden away within; currently dressed in those heavy boots of hers, and her favored combo of a t-shirt and black baggy cargo pants. She figured that since she had nothing to do for a while, as it was, that she would explore a little more of dockside, so she wandered, making note of where she was going and where she was as she sent, so she could find her way back to the Kitten's Playpen later. And well. Her wandering it led her to... was that a gatehouse? That was the only wild guess she could make. But still! Adventure is always the best, even in the smallest forms, such as exploring a new part of the city.

The little courtyard market was abuzz with merchants calling out to people to buy their goods and several stalls offering to buy 'off-realm currency' at full price. Several merchants were trying to call out to Ammy to see their fine selection of clothing to make her fashionable for the year or to drop her wealth upon some modest but exquisitely crafted jewelry.

Three familiar, sequential tones, sounded when she answered, followed by the usual statement: "We're sorry, the number you're trying to reach has been disconnected. Please check the number you have dialed..." the voice droned on in its usual way for an occurrence like this. The happening might have distracted from the fact that a man appeared on the other side of the gate from Ammy, looking very much like Atticus. Exactly like him, actually - right down to the lack of emotion. The only difference was something in his eyes; neither blue, nor chrome, but dull, matte black.

Ammy’s ears twitched as she heard the slightly harsh tones of the operating system. That was a bit odd. She sent a mental command to her ship to run a trace on the signal if possible and smiled at the venders. Some of them had some modern clothing and decided to check out some tie-dyed shirts and skirts. The jewelry she had glanced at on her way to the clothing ranged in some many styles; she even saw some native Lupe jewelry in the mix. That led her to realize that indeed her kinsmen were trading and interacting with the realm more. She had missed that the form of Atticus had appeared opposite the gate she was at.

"Welcome. Welcome, Lupe traveler. You wear those jeans and blouse so well. Have you thought of maybe some tan leggings? It would bring out the gold highlights in your fur? Maybe a shear fabric of yellow cotton to keep your cool in the summer heat?" one merchant said to Ammy. "No, no. She doesn't need your clothing Barty. She wants’ some nice ruby earrings and a turquoise bracelet made in Westside to make her look dazzling. Your clothes will just make her too hot." Another merchant left his stall for just a moment. "Maybe she should first come over and see about getting the right currency. I doubt either of you know the trade value of one Lupe Knuckle to Silver Crowns."

It wasn't long before Elodie had found her way to the marketplace, and canned the crowded area for a moment, and all the vendors, and the like. Then her thoughts shifted to the gems that she had tucked away in her money pouch, and well... She had discussed with Kallen about getting them cut and set in a ring, or such that would add a little more oomph to her punches. Excited at the thought that it could be a possibility, she began to pat down her various pockets, searching for that coin purse.

Ammy grimaced, her ears lowering just a little in hesitation and quietly tried to backup. "It's okay, gentlemen, I am just looking and exploring today. But if I wanted to buy something or trade currency you will be the first I come back to." She back stepped some more and retreated to a nearby stall selling the modern beverages like sodas. She'd get a soda and sip at it, watching the market a little more, getting some nerve back from the sudden merchant swarm.

Atticus, or the thing that looked like Atticus panned his face to the side, following Ammy's view. While she was preoccupied, he stepped through the gate, literally moving through it, his body parting like smoke where it touched, only to resolve into a more firm appearance after clearing it. The trace program that was being run would eventually come back with two illogical conclusions: the signal originated in Ammy's phone, and / or, outside the Nexus - in such a way that it was made at least to appear as though the signal came from... outside the Nexus.

The result of the scan by Ragnorok had Ammy’s ears twitch. She decided to add it to the column in her mind under why her phone reset during class after the odd message. She saw a small gathering of people coming into the gatehouse, immigrants the looks of their garb and even a few races she'd never seen before. She smiled and sipped her soda seeing them all being welcome by the merchants and people in the gatehouse.

In Elodie’s search for a jeweler that possibly had items similar to what she was looking for in shape and make of the project with her gems, she stopped twice. Once to buy a couple of hotdogs from a vendor, smothered in cheese, and chili, and another stop to purchase a couple of drinks, both bottled. They were tucked into her back, and her attention focused on her hotdogs. The first was picked up, and the first messy bite taken.

The new immigrants were flocked too for sure. Trading, stories, gossip and even welcome gifts and helpful warning were given to them all before they'd leave the Gatehouse and step further into Rhy'Din City.

Ammy felt the area was quite intriguing, colorful and comforting to those who were new to Rhy'Din. She left her viewing spot and headed for the exit that leads further into the docks. She wanted to check another place out for both academic and maybe some personal reasons.

Ammy would find a small little painted sign pointing to the north trail of docks to see the fabled Divining Shoreline. After a short journey taking her closer to mouth of the river and where the beach opened out into the ocean she could see several plaques and little signs advertising things for tourists and adventurers. Luckily for her, the shoreline was mostly empty today as tourist season was not yet in full swing and the locals were often away at their employments. She would see several older couples walking the beaches. Some were enjoying the sites, others picking up things from the sand and pebbles, a few writing things in the sand.

Ammy grinned seeing the beach and the shoreline. She did something a little odd. She looked around to see if anyone was watching her and noticing the few couples out were preoccupied, she bent over and rolled up her pant legs. Then she walked for the shoreline and enjoyed walking the sands, letting the waves wash over her paws. She remembered Lydia theorizing that sea sprites or fairies may be the source to the divining of the shoreline. Ammy was listening to the roll of the waves and the sandy gurgle as they pulled back from the shore. She thought maybe she heard a little giggle here and there in the waves, but it could have just been the gentle rattle of pebbles in the water as the waves ebbed and flowed.

"Oh, Herbert. Look. Our question was answered." Came the sound of an old woman’s voice. Should Ammy look for the source, she'd seen an elderly woman in a grey dress and a white shawl with gray hair and weathered, tan skin holding the hand of a bent and weathered man with a long, white beard, a bald head and the faded and patched clothing of a fisherman. The man would squint at Ammy. "Martha, that isn't a dog. It's a Lupe. You don't want to hurt her feelings do you?"

Ammy heard the voices and looked to the couple and tilted her head in amusement. She'd walk over to the elderly couple. "Pardon me, I am not offended, but you mentioned your question was answered?"

Herbert chuckled softly and bowed his head a little in embarrassment. "Well.... it may have been..." Martha just sighed exasperated. "The question was answered. What my superstitious and overly kind husband is trying to say is you appeared when we asked if we could see our little Snowy again."

"Your little Snowy?" Ammy tilted her head again feeling a story was behind this all.

The being that resembled Atticus was following her like a ghost, without saying a word, and sliding silently through whatever crowd or stall she chose to make her path. When she slowed, he made no attempt to hide himself, and his observation of her was obvious. For those that noticed, his feet slid along the ground rather than stepped with its feet.

"Martha..." Herbert began. "Hush Herbert. She should know why she answered our question." The elderly woman looked back to Ammy. "Snowy was our white Anatolian Shepherd. She was our world and our son’s dog. He died at sea during a storm while he was fishing and the dog was just a pup then. We raised Snowy like a second child. She brought us a lot of joy and reminded us of John. She passed last spring and I just wanted to see our son one more time before I am too ill to walk anymore."

Ammy listened to Martha and rubbed her chin. Lydia did say that Divining Shoreline could answer questions but not always how you want it too. "So you are saying you asked the shoreline if you could see your son one last time and instead of bringing him back to life, you thought it brought back Snowy for you to see since she was like your son in a way." She looked at her fluffy white fur and solid build and smirked. She made the connection too easily now. From the corner of her eye she would catch the watching and observing form of Atticus and was curious what he was up to. However she couldn't break away just yet from the couple.

Herbert smiled seeing that Ammy was not offended. "Yes. That is the gist of our hope. We know now you are not Snowy, but the site of you did raise our spirits and hope for the day. We should leave you alone. Martha needs to see her doctor again for another shot to make her back behave again." Martha made a face showing she hated the thought.

"Oh. I am fine and not bothered at all. I am glad I could bring a little happiness to your lives. Would coming here more often to see the shoreline and ask more questions make you both smile more often?" Ammy asked.

Martha nodded before Herbert could speak. "I know the Divining Shoreline is a bit capricious and fickle, but maybe it'll answer my question right one day. I just cannot walk for long before my back seizes and I lay in bed for a month." Martha said.

Elodie had gotten lost in enjoying her food, until it was gone, and her fingers were for a short moment, covered in chili ad cheese, before she licked them clean with an ease that spoke of doing it many times before. Then she made sue to clean them further with a napkin that ended up in a trash can with the wrappers from her dogs. Then she made busy with wandering the marketplace a little more, before she gave up on finding a jeweler there. It wasn't long after that her wanderings strayed from the stalls and crowd of people, and down a stretch of space that was littered with far less people.

"Well then, maybe today your question was answered in a different more unique way. You did want to see your son and a 'Snowy' did appear. Why not go ahead and stroke my fur and complete the happiness?" Ammy asked Martha. She had more in mind to allowing this often viewed invasion of privacy for the elderly woman.

"Can I?" Martha asked, a spark of joy and delight in her sea green eyes. "Thank you child for giving an old woman some kindness." She'd walk up to Ammy with Herbert’s help and would stroke the fur of Ammy's arm and perhaps the fur of her cheeks and ears. Herbert managed one awkward pet before he politely kept his hands off of Ammy.

With the couple touching Ammy’s fur, they'd feel the warming, healing energy of the sun soak into their hands and fingers. The energy would flow into their bodies gently, warming old joints, mending old bones to be a bit sturdier, and a gentle pull and soothing on Martha's back, reducing inflammation, healing her nerves and the discs between vertebrae. She had used her Sun Goddess power to quietly bless them further. Their question may have been answered capriciously but Ammy could help complete the equation and bring them some further joy. She quietly peeked into their memories with ease as they were mortals and saw what Snowy and John looked like. A small smile touched her muzzle and something would glimmer in the waves near them like sunlight.

Martha gave a small gasp of delight at how soft Ammy's fur felt and she kept stroking it. Her mind seemed eased as she felt her body was behaving a bit better today as well; unaware she'd been healed enough by Ammy to no longer suffer crippling back pain. Herbert seemed happier as well feeling the chill and dull ache of old bones eased today. He would see the glimmer in the waves. "What's that? Looks like something metal in the shallows."

Ammy would look to the waves, pretending to just notice the glimmer. "Let me go find out." She'd pat Martha's hand and walked several steps from them into deeper part of the shallows, her pant legs getting a bit soaked. She bent down and snatched out a gold locket from the wet sand that slept beneath the waves. She came back to Herbert and Martha. "I think it's for you." she held out the locket to them. It was in the shape and fashion of a clamshell.

Martha would accept the locket and fiddled with it, opening the locket and she and Herbert both gave a long gasp. Inside was an exact picture of John and one of Snowy as well. They both softly started to cry.

Ammy smiled and gently patted their backs. "I think your question has been answered today, Martha and Herbert. Now you can see your children anytime you wish."

"Thank you. Thank you for your help, miss. I am so sorry if we mistook you for something else but it would seem fate was kind to us today." Herbert said. Martha couldn’t respond with words. She just hugged the locket close to her and nodded to Ammy in silent thanks for listening to them and for fishing out the locket. They felt the Divine Shoreline had blessed them. "Come Martha, we must get going, but maybe we can come back here tomorrow for a picnic. I am feeling a bit spry." Martha smiled happily. "Aye a picnic would be nice. My back isn't complaining today. Let's just walk around the docks, like we used to Herb." The both smiled, nodded to Ammy and left her in peace as they walked back for Rhy'Din city.

Ammy just smiled, said nothing about what she did and watched them leave. She murmured softly in amusement. "Perhaps the Divining Shoreline was more than just answering questions. Perhaps it was more about drawing people together to help each other in unknown ways." she rubbed her chin, lost in thought for a long moment.

It took a while, before Elodie slowly meandered led her down towards the docks, and the stretch of shoreline. There were only a few people out today, and well, she still found herself staring from time to time at the waters here, and make note of how different it was here, then back home. She found that she had been doing that with a lot of things lately.

Alone again for the moment minus the ever watching Atticus which was still watching her oddly, Ammy decided to get her business here done. She used her fingers and asked the first of her questions. Will I ever teach again?

The waves rolled in and washed over her writing, sucking in the question into the wet embrace of a power old as time. Another wave rolled in and as it ebbed left some words in the sand for Ammy. Believe in yourself.

Atticus shadowed her as he had this entire time, and as she finally decided to act as it were, he spoke,"Don't you sometimes feel despair is all that's left, Ammy?" It sounded like Atticus. Mostly. If anything, there was too much emotion in his words.

Ammy heard Atticus speak, though the question was odd, but then again, she knew the man was a bit odd to begin with. She thought on her next question, the first one sort of a self evident answer anyone could have told her. "Despair is just part of the equation of life. If that's all that's left in the equation, you no longer have life." She said to Atticus without looking at him. She wrote another question. Am I really a goddess?

The waves rolled in, imbibed her question and rolled out a response. Believe in yourself.

Well that was a rather universal response Ammy thought. Do you grant wishes?

Crash, roll, surge, gurgle of water on sand and pebbles. Do you?

Ammy jumped back out of the water seeing that response.

Atticus ignored her response, but for a crooked smile. Her answer was more true than he'd hoped to hear. "... gods or goddesses need faith, from within and without. It's their breath, and blood." He was still staring at her, the orbs of his eyes turning wholly black. His last words were somewhat of a mantra, in rhythm.

Ammy snapped her attention away from the shoreline for a bit, her last question still working in her head. She looked to Atticus. "Yes.... I've heard that before. Yet I know not all gods and goddesses are the same. Some thrive on prayer and faith from mortals. Others...... just exist." she said, a simple description of her life.

Elodie had no clue of the lore that seemed to be attached to this particular stretch of beach. Though she was curious, even without knowing it. She stood there for a couple more moments, contemplating things, before she crouched down, and worked to untie her boots, and slide them off, while her socks soon followed, and were tucked down into her shoes, before she moved to step into the sand, and wiggled her toes. It had been a long time since she had even thought of doing such. So why not?

Atticus crooked smile became a full smirk. "Because you do not see the followers, does not mean they don't exist." A sheen of sweat had appeared on his skin, and it seemed to wax or wane with her certainty in herself. His eyes, black orbs, appeared more sunken than before. "And followers... are a god’s weakness." The smirk turned nasty. "Gods... are difficult to strike at. Followers..." he didn't finish the sentence, instead letting the implication stand.

Ammy now looked at Atticus with full attention. Followers? Striking? Weaknesses? What the hell was Atticus talking about. "You are acting a bit strange today Professor D'Arcstorm. Are you ill?"

"Can you hear their prayers, Ammy?" Atticus’ voice gurgled, and his smirk turned into a laugh that was halted as he began to melt, starting around his eyes, his skin and even his clothes starting to run like molten wax. "... or is it us, Ammy, all along? The souls of those who pray to gods who don't answer - the ones who they 'simply exist'... where do they go, Ammy? Outside... come Outside Ammy..." his words had become harder and harder to understand, as his form literally went to nothing but black liquid, its surface tension finally popping, and allowing what remained to splash to the ground, where it dried to the consistency of powdered graphite. Ammy's phone returned to its normal carrier signal. In fact, there were numerous texts from the real Atticus inquiring as to when she'd like to examine the Paradigm artifacts.

Ammy was unsettled seeing Atticus melt and continue to act odd. Perhaps this was not the real Atticus but something a bit more troublesome. She stepped away from the melting man, her Sun tattoos glowing vibrant red as she pulled on the sun above them. But seeing the man flow into powdered graphite, she choked down on her powers to remain under normal guise of a mortal. Not sensing him around she'd move to the powder, took a glass vial from her bag and scooped some of it up and stoppered it. She was getting those ice cold feelings again like last year.

Rattled but not in any more danger that she can sense, Ammy did a full body shake to throw off the bad juju vibes. She had one more question to ask the shoreline. She'd step into the shallow waves again and wrote her last question. Did sparing the Hunter Woman open me up to more disaster?

Rolling of waves, the question vanishes, but no answer appeared yet.

Ammy sighed. She figured the question was too complex to ask.

Soon though writing appeared on the sand. Forgiveness opens paths to the future of life.

Ammy saw those words and just smiled. It was a bit vague to her question, but she read between the lines. She and that Hunter were going to meet again. Smiling she'd walk from the shoreline to leave it alone now to ebb and flow as it did for centuries. Whether or not she knew what caused it to answer questions, she didn't care to investigate further. Sometimes we all need something to put faith in, gods, goddesses, answering shorelines or the new hope of stepping into a new homeland.
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 3:00 pm    Post subject: History of Rhy'Din Assignment #4 Paper Reply with quote

Ammy Loraine Spiritor

History of Rhy’Din Assignment #4:
~Dockside District
~Areas of choice to explore: The Gatehouse and The Divining Shoreline
~Interviewed: Herbert and Martha Line


I must admit that when I set out to explore the Gatehouse of Rhy’Din, and the Divining Shoreline that I wouldn’t feel much inspiring me. During this trip I learned that even a jaded, worn out teacher can find fantastic and awe touching moments and places in Rhy’Din should she choose to leave her little world of desk and lectures. I will start with the Gatehouse of Rhy’Din. Hearing how it is described by Professor Tolmay and then actually seeing its grand structure in person is a stark contrast of black and white. The academic description merely hints at how sturdy the Gatehouse is and that it is a hub for all immigrants pouring into Rhy’Din are funneled through.

As I approached the Gatehouse I took in the area, listened, watched and given who I am, sniffed the air to take in the history of the place. The weathered whitewashed bricking and marble stone masonry has seen many years of moody Rhy’Din weather assaulting the walls of the gatehouse but their fatigue is a mere charade to the granite flagstones worn so smooth by multitudes of footsteps no stone polisher could mimic such luster and patina. Then again a building is just a building without the life that inhabits it, makes it thrum and hum with its own energy and spiritual residue. Many may not see this as they are lured in for the markets at the Gatehouse Courtyard or a hasty shortcut on their way to business, home or leisure. If one stops though and stares at a simple monument erected around the courtyard, that thrumming residue of life is seen. Though it may appear as a simple weathered bronze fence, kept polished with religious faith of apprentices and new citizens alike, the sigils of life, statues carved of every race passing through and into Rhy’Din bears silent testimony to those the city has given shelter to.

My initial reaction to the fence and the gatehouse was intimidation and perhaps one of quick assessment for weakness and exploitation. When minds are so molded and shaped by certain centuries of war and survival, often peaceful scenes are taken wrong the first time they are imbibed. The longer I observed the Gatehouse I began to realize the intimidation was still there for someone new viewing it for the first time. Perhaps a refugee, or a freed slave or someone seeking a place not war torn finds themselves facing a possible barring to their entry from the ships they travel on. It is not until they would get closer that maybe, just maybe they see the bronze fence, shining in the sunlight of the day, the races accepted in bright and inviting, tell all who gaze on them that you are welcome too. Some may say I take liberty in this dramatization of an immigrants thought, but being someone of a peculiar race often sought out just for war or slave labor, I had often felt unwanted in Rhy’Din. That was until I saw my own race upon that bronze fence, polished, crafted, embraced and put up among the masses of Rhy’Din. Now I know that I have found a place where all are really taken in.

It is not just the fence, or the statue or the gatehouse itself that is welcoming. That small market within the fenced in courtyard was inviting and helpful. Granted the vendors may be a bit too excited to see someone looking at their wares, it wasn’t an activity of mischief or foul deeds. Simply each person seeking to offer a new person any and every bit of help they needed. This was evident as they welcomed and flocked a new group of immigrants coming in, with races I’d yet to see in my life. I believe Rhy’Din has yet to see any fading on the influx of new citizens to come.

I will now shift the view from the Gatehouse to the Divining Shoreline that I visited shortly after my gatehouse venture. The Divining Shoreline must be quite the site during tourist season as there were plenty of signs, empty booths and placards explaining various points of history for Rhy’Din along the harbor and up to the mouth of the river. Yet, nothing was written about the Divining Shoreline itself except for one small sign that would simply direct visitors to write questions in the sand near the waves. Upon my visit, there were a few people out enjoying the cool, but sunny weather on the shoreline. Some were just walking, others beach combing and a few couples were writing in the sand. I had originally thought to ask three questions; judge how the shoreline answered and see if I could prove or disprove the myth, but something else happened that delayed my itinerary.

I had the chance to meet an elderly couple, that I hazard to guess were fishermen. The man’s name is Herbert Line and his wife’s name is Martha. Both were well aged and weathered by a life on the seas as it to be expected with the rigors of fishing. I met them in a peculiar way. Martha had mistaken me for a dog named Snowy, even though I was not on four legs; she found my presence a sign that her question had been answered. Being a curious Lupe that I am, I scented out the story behind this mistake. What I had found was Martha and Herbert had a son named John. He was a fisherman just like them and he loved the sea. John had also bought a white, fluffy Anatolian puppy to take with him on his daily fishing trips. He’d met with the fate most sailors fear and come to embrace, he was lost at sea and killed before he could take his pup, I assumed. They mentioned raising Snowy like a second child to sooth their sorrow at losing their son.

Snowy had passed away last spring and they were both feeling a bit bleak as they were out visiting the sea. I had thought this was near the end of the tale but it would seem Herbert was taking Martha for one last visit to the water as her back often seized up painfully for long periods of time. Herbert himself was not looking so sturdy or firm either. I was beginning to feel I had been drawn to the Divining Shoreline that day for a reason. My presence had gladdened Martha even though I was not Snowy, and they both were surprised and happy to be allowed to pet my white fur. Seeing and hearing their tale, I couldn’t bear to walk away from the couple just to fulfill my own selfish goal of study. Take what I say next any way you wish, I know many have little to no clue or belief in the divine or the deities themselves, but I felt driven to help answer their question. I softly healed their bodies as they pet my fur, letting the sun flow from me and into them, to warm and heal. I may have broken a cosmic rule, I do not know, but I peeked at their minds and saw who John and Snowy were. I willed a locket to appear in the waves and gave it to them under the guise of it being a treasure the sea brought forth to them in their need. They left happy, healthier, and free of pain and memories to keep with them for years to come.

I thought I had done something good, something loving in an unseen fashion so I wouldn’t be proud or credited. However, it seems fate is fickle, as Martha often called the Divining Shoreline, and what I had done in secret was not unknown to others. I went and asked four questions instead of just three; writing them in the sand and watching the waves take them away and roll in the answers. My first two questions were answered the same. I was to believe in myself about my teaching and being who I am. It was the third and fourth question that told me that something indeed was in those waters, but what, who and how I will not say. I had asked if the Divining Shoreline granted wishes. It didn’t write an answer, it wrote a question asking if I granted wishes. So it knew what I had done. The last question was in regards to something happening at my store and all I can say is the answer that forgiveness opens paths to future life told me in truth that Divining Shoreline is real. How it chooses to answers visitors may quite well be straight and simple truth; a direct approach that many of us are just not ready to face or oblivious to understand.

In closing, I have found both places of exploration full of life and wonder. The Gatehouse presents both a stern front to those of war mongering minds while still offering safety and acceptance to those fleeing their hardships for a new life. The Divining Shoreline presents anyone who is earnest about seeking advice on not want they want to know, but what they need to know or need. In conclusion, both places, gather, pull and bring about the meeting of people to fulfill each other’s needs and hope for a better tomorrow to wake up to.
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PostPosted: Wed May 11, 2016 1:34 pm    Post subject: Field Trip to Mt. Yasuo - In progress Reply with quote

(( In light of how Ammy's usual sabbatical posts are, I have moved her trip to Mt. Yasuo to Den City to become a thread of it's own as it will be multiple posts and not within the true nature of this thread. I will be posting a reflection of the trip here in this post once the thread is done. You can find the thread here: A Field Trip to Mt. Yasuo))
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PostPosted: Fri May 27, 2016 2:49 pm    Post subject: Final History Class Report - Favorite Places of Rhy'Din Reply with quote

Final Class Assignment Report
For History of Rhy’Din
Ammy L. Spiritor

Areas of Choice: The Red Dragon Inn, Southern Glen, Twilight Island

As I write this final paper, I find myself sitting by a window at the well know, well used Red Dragon Inn. What comes to my mind is a simple thought of mixed feelings that encapsulates the expression of ‘my home away from home no matter where I go or do.’ Perhaps it sounds trite, worn out and cliché to use but it holds a solid sense for me to use in this paper. I may have only lived in the realm of Rhy’Din for eight years of my long lived existence but I am a gracious exile to have called this realm and city home. I’ve chosen three areas that mean the worlds to me and more importantly minuscule areas of each area that are dear to me as well.

The Red Dragon Inn holds to my heart and soul as my most beloved location in the realm and city of Rhy’Din. It was here that a very frightened eighteen year old exiled Lupinossai, who’d been dropped off at Stars End Spaceport by a friendly star ship, found a new realm to either live in or die trying to pursue a new life. In this old inn I have met many friends, made many enemies, run into many frenemies and even met my two future husbands. I’ve slept under the table by the stairs several times when I had little money for a room and when I got my first job and lesson that Slavers are Slavers, I rented room 23 of the Inn out to be mine whenever I needed it. I seen my friends smile and cry here, a few marry here and divorce here, some even die here. I gave birth to my first born child, Myrlene Spiritor up in room 23. This inn has harbored me when I was on the run from State Alchemists during an accelerated ten year stint of training in their far off realms while my first husband went missing, that is why that young, naïve eighteen year old was a twenty eight year old woman with more news than she cared to own.

The Red Dragon Inn may be many things to people, but when I come here, I see Fleety at the bar talking to Orion Wolf like they never had the bloody fall out and still believed they were blood brothers of the same parents; not two males on opposing sides of an ancient blood feud. I see an ancient male Lupinossai by the fire place that had become so twisted by hate and evil that he stalked me and my family for years to kill us falls prey to the love a human woman. She pulled the evil out of him and they married. They brought a union of human and Lupinossai, a first in centuries to light, right here and Fen Stridar and Mokksha are still living well with their children in Den City. I see Icer trying her best to stay out of trouble and how she offers aide to any that need it including me when I was ill with lung cancer. Kitty and the hugs she used to hand out with that swallowing embrace of hers. I smell the wonderful food Snor used to make often, the baked goods Katt was often bringing in or the deep fried seafood from Gilly the Kaiju when she wasn’t deep sea salvaging. I miss that lizard.

I’ve forgotten more friends than I can remember that have gathered here to make the Inn so warm and inviting. I can look at the bar and remember Orion introducing me to my first drink of Ever Clear and telling me that whole glass was just water starting a long life of alcohol allergies. I see home when I walk in and hear the creak of the door, the groan of the floor that has put up with more guff than any living soul here and scuff of chairs and clink of glasses as people relaxed. This was my life for years being single and alone.

I’m not alone anymore though. I mentioned learning that Slavers are Slavers. By the vein of that play of words I went from alone to matron and leader and we move from the Red Dragon Inn to the Southern Glen where out there is a tract of land bought by a slaver to raise a slave army freed by his own alchemist that worked for him. The Southern Glen saw me raise a family in many ways. From mud, grass and stone, from the broken and dejected exiles and refugees a city of freedom rose at my hands. This was Den City, but the city itself is not the favorite part of this place that holds interest to me. What holds something deeper to me in meaning is a place within the city. A place called the Soul Garden, a simulacrum to a human cemetery or place of rest, for there you will find my grave.

Yes, I am a dead woman, at least by five documented accounts but then again I never had faith in death and he’s horrible at playing cards. What holds my interest with that Soul Garden is that grave, or empty Soul Gem sitting dark and vermillion in the sun on a pedestal represents my accomplishments of old. I learned to move from the familiarity and security of the Red Dragon Inn to trust and work with others. To place my love in others while seeking to foster hope in future endeavors. I learned then that there was something I could be moved to die for and that was a collective group of souls all living to be free for if I did nothing and let them be swept away be evil, then I failed. I won that fateful day. They stayed free, but my victory was a bitter loss to the fragile family I had begun to grow. That grave reminds me every day that I can grow too far in importance and in an instance of success lose everything for those that depend on me the most. I still hear my daughter cry, six years old, clinging to the lifeless body of her mother in a rubble strewn city. I can sense and feel my husband lose the spark and happiness he once had and never regained. I can still see the flames of courage and zeal that shattered from my soul that day. Such a small gem, in a lovely garden amid a thriving city among the wilds in Rhy’Din to make someone like me take pause, each day and feel like nothing but the smallest ant in the world.

These feelings are what bring me to Twilight Island. It is the pocket dimension that we found room among the beaches and got permission to build a family beach house. It was here that a newly revived me was to come to terms with many things for years including a husband that had vanished, a daughter estranged, a new lover now wife found and enjoyed and becoming an outsider in what was once a place of pride and honor. Twilight Island with its hum of magic, soft twilight skies and mischievous imps along with the volcanoes brings to my mind that this is my area for healing. Here is where I had come to cocoon, to run, to hide to lick my wounds and to recover. The smell of salt in the air from the lagoons the sound of the waves the feel of the air are all soothing, healing and regenerative to my senses that anytime I walk the beaches I lose all my worries and cares in Rhy’Din and forget that I am Ammy Spiritor, mother, goddess, teacher, business owner, fighter, alchemist and more. I am simply Ammy and it is just I and the beach and the waves and a good hard drink if I wanted it and sand between my toes. My soul can make imaginary sand castles while my mind does the back stroke in the starry sky.

I no longer live at the beach house. Much has improved over the years and I and most of the family live within Den City again. Instead I’ve passed on this treasure trove of peace and healing to my daughter Myrlene for I know she follows in my footsteps often as a young woman and mother. She needs it more these days than I do. This leads me full circle back to the Red Dragon Inn as I sit here sipping iced tea. Many of the faces are new. Some know me, some don’t but that is okay. New memories are soaking into the wood and stone. New laughter and sorrow is soaking into the fading melancholy and one day who knows. Perhaps someone will be writing about the furred lady that was in the Red Dragon Inn so often that just faded away but you still get a whiff of wet dog here, the drift of white fur there, the feel of warm sunlight at night. I love all three of these areas as they have been home to me in many ways and forms. Rhy’Din is my, has been my home and I am pleased that I got to learn more about my home in this class.

Sincerely,
Professor Ammy Loraine Spiritor
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PostPosted: Sun Oct 30, 2016 7:29 pm    Post subject: Intro to Arcane & Metaphysical Theory 1000 Experiences Reply with quote

Intro to Arcane & Metaphysical Theory 1000 Experiences:

Night time in the library of the Mage Wing of the Bristle Crios Academy was humming with polite courtesy as the student night life picked up for those of the nocturnal or insomniac persuasion. The soft conversations of many students drifted among book shelves, study tables and reading couches as the Fall Season was in full swing for classes. Sitting at one of the long study tables was Ammy. She had enjoyed attending her first class dealing Arcane and Metaphysical Theory and found Professor D'Arcstorm quite amusing. Though given the flip side of having talked with him off and on in a less Peer to Student roll, she'd found nothing odd about his bearing or the intimidating air some may have caught.

What had her caught a bit off guard and quite fascinated was the concepts discussed that stripped the many varieties of magic and arcane studies to something brutally simple. Reality grounded the possibility of all magic and from there set the pace, stricture and even consequence of it. She had a few magical reference books open before her, pages flipped to various section as she ferreted out the words Professor D'Arcstorm had used. Before her was an open notebook she was writing up her first homework assignment in.

Though it was going just a little slow as she was catching distracting looks from students amused to see Professor Spiritor in jeans, hoodie and chewing on a No. 2 pencil doing student work instead of walking about teaching. A few of the much older students though had given her silent thumbs up among their own coursework and imbibing of caffeinated drinks. Ammy gave them a toothy smile and looked over her shoulder as a blond lady asked if she could borrow a highlighter. As Ammy happily assisted and produced one she didn't know the guest that had dropped into the chair next to her.

"Hey cutie. When you're done with your homework, do you want to sneak out late, catch a burger and shake and stay up past curfew?" Came a roguish voice.

Ammy smirked, turned in her chair to look at Fleetian Wolf, prodigal heir to the Spiritor throne, the physical, walking avatar of Lupinossai Magic and her husband; she just cracked up and laughed hard feeling like a giddy young teen in high school.

Shhhhhhh! Came from the front desk of the library that caused both Lupinossai to scootch down in their seats a tad with guilty grins.

"What are you doing here?" Ammy asked.

Fleet leaned back in the chair, picked up several pens and a few highlighters and started to juggle them. "I'm checking on my lovely wife who's missed several calls for dinner and must have forgotten to turn her cell phone back on after class. Figured you were here at the school. No one saw you at the AF Complex today and I know you and books. So I'm here and I have a bagged dinner for us to enjoy over at the drop off station by the front desk. Draconian of these people not to let students eat and read at the same time. Deplorable. Books are best enjoyed through the greasy smudges of student fingers."

Ammy chuckled lightly then face palmed. Her phone! "Actually... I left my phone and Eye Com in my room at Alchemy house so I could enjoy my class time undisturbed." She said sheepishly. "Sorry. But you brought us dinner? Supposed to be nice out tonight. I am trying to work on my first homework assignment for the class I'm in. Arcane and Metaphysical Theory introduction course. It's blown me away a bit."

Fleet added a few white erasers to his juggling that was now causing a mild distraction to other students and had started up a small conversation of probability and chance with some Advance Theory majors. He gave Ammy a bit of a surprised look with his red eyes. "Wow, something has gone right over the head of the Great Ammy?"

Ammy gave him a look that could make a glacier shiver and he chuckled more. "Just teasing love. What the hitch in the homework? Maybe I can help unstick a gear or two?'

"You? Help me with Arcane and Metaphysical Theory?" Ammy looked dryly amused.

Fleet let the juggling continue then pulled his hands away letting the pens, high lighters, erasers and someones calculator spin in the air on their own merry dance. He leaned over and looked at her notes and chuckled. "Ams, I'm not a lovable, fluffy idiot. I control the very flow and reality of all magic that any Lupinossai wields. This is all stuff I work in daily, so really, I could help you out just a little on this assignment, but you have to work out the rest. So what's the issue?"

Ammy felt her cheeks burn a little and she looked at her hands. She felt a bit ashamed for ruling out Fleet's help in this matter. "Sorry dear. In a way, it's not the homework that's an issue, it's.... the concepts. I never thought that if a Reality didn't support magic it wouldn't exist. I always thought that..."

Fleet just smiled and leaned back. "That magic would exist always? That it is something that is always present, etc? It's a common assumption especially in heavy magic realms. The majority of the time, most Realms do support Magic within it's natural and physical laws. The times it doesn't it is not missed as it is never thought of. It really is that simple. It's like doing one of your experiments Ammy to try to get results from a new mixture of something. Say you did 12 bottles of a new, never before done potion. 3 had great effects and properties, 3 had good properties, 3 had just a bare hint of properties to them and 3 had nothing to them, just what you'd put in to mix to begin with. Now look at them as the Reality's of 12 Realms. What do you see?"

Ammy thought a bit on that example. "Well I see that 3 of them would have easy access to magic, 3 would have decent access if one tried to obtain it, 3 would have hard access after a lot of effort and 3 would have no access to the magic as the elements didn't mix..."

Fleet chuckled. "You're overthinking some but yes, that's a good analysis if I'd ask how easy is it for someone to get magic in a realm. What I see is 9 Realities that have elements in them that make magic possible and 3 Realities where the elements never interacted enough to make magic even possible. So what I think you're a bit apprehensive, and dare I say it without getting smacked, is that you're worried you're going to run into the reality of not having your magic always to rely on without a great effort or difficulty to deal with it. I see it a lot of times on the rogue Lupinossai Mages I deal with love. They step way out of line with things, then I show up, and I flip their Reality of Magic off and magic is gone, like that." He snapped his fingers and the juggling items clattered to the table.

*Shhhhhhhhhhh! The librarian now eyed Fleet and made a 'I'm watching you sign with her fingers.

Ammy just stared hard at Fleet. "You... flip their Reality of Magic off?"

Fleet nodded. "Reality is the laws of physics and nature. The very governing forces of the energy that is in the realms. The Consensus part that I see in your notes is how every living creature in that realm, intelligent or not reacts and acts in Reality to those laws. You breathe and know it's air going into your lungs, you walk and know you'll stay on the ground and you know if you get cut you'll bleed or being a mage that if you do your rituals and rote behaviors your spell will work. When I appear, I insert my own Consensus into the very area I am at. A localized Consensus since I house the pure energy magic itself. I make that area no longer function to the normal Consensus.

Maybe your breathing water now? Maybe you float? Maybe you grow a new arm when you're cut, or as most find out when they see me and they've been very naughty mages, maybe all the casting, spell words and gestures will do nothing but make them look like they are having mental episodes. I vanish though, my Consensus moves away and the realms Consensus is back and things are normal for them and things go back to working again. But I can tell by the deer in the headlight look you guys may not have covered mobile or pocket Consensus yet. So seriously, you're homework. What is it? I'm seriously hungry and if I wait much longer I'm going to make your Consensus be that your spells from now on around me make sparkly butterflies and balloon animals."


Ammy blinked a few times and just held her head a long moment. Gods save her now, if her husband was of the same vein or intelligence of Professor D'Arcstorm, maybe she over married with Fleet. She felt odd feeling like the one treading water in a vastly deep ocean. Her stomach growled and that physical vote spurred her to action.

"Okay. Okay. Spare my the sparkles and balloon animals. Homework. Right. Its a choice out of three to do; provide one example of Coincidental magic, and one example of Vulgar magic, OR; provide an example of a scenario in which the same type of 'effect' might be considered with Coincidental -or- Vulgar, depending on Consensus, OR; provide examples of two different 'types' of Consensus."

Fleet chuckled. "That's easy enough that you could do all three love in a few minutes. You've looked up the definitions of the terms in your assignment so you already know it. So go ahead and go for the gold I have faith in you, and if anything helps, I don't juggle just to show off." He winked then went quiet and leaned back to watch her work offering no further help on her homework.

Ammy stared at her husband a long moment with her golden eyes then nodded softly. She looked at her note book and wrote down all three assignment options and went to work.

Intro to Arcane & Metaphysical Theory Assignment #1
Ammy Loraine Spiritor

Provide one example of Coincidental magic, and one example of Vulgar magic:

Coincidental Magic:
~People who often encourage others to talk to their plants to help them grow because they see results when they talk or sing to their plants. Coincidental because it could be someone Awakened using magic through voice to coax the plants to naturally accelerate in their growth in a reasonably believable manner that many could attribute to that person just using good fertilizer, better soil, more soil, etc.

Vulgar Magic:
~People riding in the branches of animated trees that are walking the neighborhoods. It is Vulgar because walking trees, typically, are not normal Consensus unless you an altered one due to mind altering toxins or drugs?

Provide an example of a scenario in which the same type of 'effect' might be considered with Coincidental -or- Vulgar, depending on Consensus:

Scenario - Breathing Water:
Consensus 1 - Normal Land Dwelling People:
~In a Consensus of normal land dwelling people where breathing in, they expect to find air in their lungs and that liquid of all types causes choking and even, quite possibly death if inhaled in large quantities, breathing water would be seen as Vulgar Magic.

Consensus 2 - Sea Dwelling Merfolk:
~In a Consensus of sea dwelling Merfolk, who are used to breathing water through gills when underwater for long periods of time, breathing water would be considered quite natural and the Coincidental Magic may be if someone wasn't paying enough attention to wonder why the water breather had no gills?

Provide examples of two different 'types' of Consensus:

Consensus 1:
Reality is the laws of physics and nature that tells all the following. Humans are the top intelligent species on the planet after centuries of exploring. All creatures are considered either semi-sentient or non-sentient and a few categories can mimic speech but cannot speak on their own like Humans. Water is wet, freezes, boils and evaporates. Fire burns, warms, and scares away that which we don't like at night. Survival is in groups and constant conflict is the way of life. The odd one in the clan or tribe is revered because they seem to keep the tribe safe or lead to tribe to healthy survival or lead the war or hunting parties to good success. They are not feared but welcomed to the fires. Everyone knows that the worst to fear or expect is other humans or savage beasts. Any other kind of jarring experience is to be avoided or approached with extreme caution and severe aggression.

Consensus 2:
Reality is the laws of physics and nature that tells all the following.
Down is up, up is down, left is right and right is left. You can walk on walls or ceilings. A variety of species besides humans can talk, speak and many can do amazing feats and tricks. Water is wet but it can be dry to. Fire can be cold or hot. The odd ones are the tribe and survival comes with the ease of group or individual talents. The jarring experience to be avoided is the mundane and normal. To approach the ones that cannot understand why others besides humans can talk with extreme caution and to possibly avoid those that do not understand the amazing feats and tricks that are as common as breathing and drinking.

Ammy finished up her homework and smiled to Fleet. He grinned and nodded, having faith in her. Holding his arm out to her, they both stood after she collected her things and left the library for their starry dinner, much to the relief of the Librarian.
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PostPosted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 10:10 pm    Post subject: A&M Barrington Codex Owner Endorsement and Foreword Reply with quote

Ammy was once more back at the library in the mage wing of the Academy. She was starting to become a common sight there, like a common fixture, though she'd dare any student to call her furniture and see how they fair with the results of the comment. She was seated at a table and enjoying overhearing students talking about the upcoming Winterfest Events. They all sounded neat and festive. It had her thinking of seasonal Alchemy items for the shop to investigate at some point though the Emergency Igloo Tin was selling out often.

Small business daydream evaporating she pulled out her personal copy of the Barrington Codex and opened it up with care. She could feel the weave, the magic and the secrets within but remembered Professor D'Arcstorms admonitions about taking it all apart so she restrained her usual deconstructive nature to mess with the codex. Recalling to mind the gestures he'd showed the class, she started her homework assignment. Hand gestures repeated with care, the first page appeared in the hollow at the front of the codex and the intense blue light scored in writing of the first page.

Property of Amaterasu Loraine Spiritor, Magus,
~Catalyst~


She flipped to the back to check the index and indeed the first entry was the Owners Endorsement just as Professor D'Arcstorm demonstrated. Ammy flipped back to the front of the codex and the hollow presented itself once more. Gestures for page summoning performed with ease, she proceeded to complete the second, optional part of the homework.

Foreword - Why Magic?

For as long as my temperamental memories can recall, I've always felt, shared and enjoyed a kindred spirit, flame and life beat with magic. Some who know what I am these days would find this no surprise, but hindsight is just that, hindsight. You have to travel so far to get that intellectual reflection to see the obvious that was dangled so much in front of your nose every day.

When I was once part of the cosmos, energy, creation and life, I never thought, felt or had a care. Anything, everything was possible without effort, just like a child given everything in life with no expected return or effort on their part. All things were assumed and never thought on. Yet, when I saw the living creatures on every plane of existence, in every realm, on every world through out every star system and reality, I saw them enjoy something I never could understand. Triumph. Failure. Joy. Sorrow. Gain. Loss. Power. Weakness. Life. Death. I wanted that as well, like any spoiled child and so I tugged on the elder cosmic forces and like a child stuck fast to a desire paid no heed to their warnings.

What does this all have to do with magic? Everything. The first time I opened mortal eyes and was greeted with emptiness where memories once were, where energy and power once sung to me constantly was now muffled and distant. Being what I was before mortality, I never knew what 'magic' was. Celestial energy was everything. There is no 'definitions' in our minds or vocabulary. As I lived not one, but countless mortal lives that lived, grew, learned, failed, triumphed and died to be reborn anew I learned what 'magic' was.

Magic was what I had taken for granted. It was a birthright I thought nothing of until it was gone and I had to earn it, over and over again, each lifetime bringing me memories and abilities to do another aspect of what I once was lost to the limitations of my mortal body and mind. It is this constant struggle to learn, to know and regain what was lost rightfully removed from a spoiled child that has me wanting to learn magic so much whenever each lifetime reaches an awakening to the power. Be it the traditional magical practices, the alchemical mysteries, the ways of the heavens, divine study and blessings or the simple embracing of technology that is magic wearing a different cloak, I am forever a student, taking part of what once flowed through my very conscience.

I have a sincere hope that this Barrington Codex will help me maintain a steady grasp on what I know, what I will know so that future lives will be inspired to never forget the magic that is part of me.

Amaterasu Loraine Spiritor, Magus
~Catalyst~


Her homework done, she quickly made up a small sign on a piece of paper and left the library to tack it to the cork board in front of the lecture room Professor D'Arcstorm liked to use for the A&M class. It would simply indicate that every day at the library in the Mage Wing of the Academy, after the A&M Class, Ammy was available to help students with a study group like session for the A&M Class.
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